Tomgram: Michael Klare, The G-3 and the Post-Ukraine World

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In truth, we may be on a planet we hardly recognize. Recently, in case you missed it (and how could you have, given the coverage?), Prince Charles became King Charles III, ruler of… well, once upon a time, at the height of the British empire, or even perhaps in 1952 when read more

Tomgram: Engelhardt, A Future Beyond My Imagination

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Whose Planet Are We On? What Happens When LTAI (Less Than Artificial Intelligence) Gives Way to AI? By

After almost 79 years on this beleaguered planet, let me say one thing: this can’t end well. Really, it can’t. And no, I’m not talking about the most obvious issues ranging from the war in Ukraine to the climate disaster. What I have in mind is that latest, greatest human invention: artificial intelligence.

It doesn’t seem that complicated to me. As a once-upon-a-time read more

Tomgram: Liz Theoharis, Whose World Is This Anyway?

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I doubt I ever feel older or more passé than when I’m out in my city — New York — and I still put on a mask before stepping onto a bus, going into the subway, or entering a store. Increasingly, I find myself alone in a world of the unmasked with the exception of a few other ancient types like me. Once upon a time, I could look online at the Guardian read more

Tomgram: Engelhardt, This Little War of Mine (and Yours and Ours and Theirs)

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War, What Is It Good For? Remarkably Little If You’re a “Great” Power on Planet Earth in the Twenty-First Century By

I was born on July 20, 1944, amid a vast global conflict already known as World War II.  Though it ended with the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August 1945 before I could say much more than “Mama” or “Dada,” in some strange fashion, I grew up at war.

Living in New York City, I was near no conflict in those years or in any since. My dad, however, had volunteered read more