Introduction An essay on South Africa. About Bitcoin, spies, bitching about politics, peddling BS, fake money, and promises of ever illusive land, since before 1994. Placed for your enjoyment - and a test, for whatever remains of your critical thinking abilities - in the most randomly chaotic order, I thought fitting - of the tempo at what we are expected to crunch, debate, repudiate, or accept as fact, the torrent of information sifted through on an hourly basis, else we'll be medicated - back into the mobocracy called life. Foreword The influence of the world on the average Joe Soap in a fraction of a month. But we're used to it. And we're all useful idiots. Are we not? "I read a theory once that the human intellect was like peacock feathers. Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building. Just an elaborate mating ritual. Maybe it doesn’t matter that we have accomplished so much for the basest of reasons. But, of course, the peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty" - Anthony Hopkins' character in Westworld.