TRAFFIC SEARCH: FIND WHAT FINDS YOU

Traffic search is the opposite of a normal search.

For your search, you type in a question.

My search asks ‘Where is my traffic coming from.’

I have my hunches, my suspicions, my hopes.

Hopes: I hope my readers find me by searching for a voice of reason with a clear idea on right and wrong.

Voice of reason?

Go ahead and skip that search. Holy cow, I didn’t see that coming.

How about I hope my readers search for ‘Exemplary American Citizen?’

Google AI says:

 

An exemplary American citizen actively participates in democracy, obeys laws, respects others’ rights, stays informed, serves their community, and upholds constitutional principles, embodying values like fairness, responsibility, and patriotism beyond just symbols.

An honorary American Citizen is a symbolic title granted by an Act of Congress to exceptional individuals, like Winston Churchill and Mother Teresa.

 

I don’t hope for a ‘bot’ invasion, but here we are.

After a good look around, I suspect my higher traffic is coming from Chinese and Singapore bots scraping blogs and training AI.

From Reddit:

 

Yes, its bot traffic.

Check your analytics and you’ll see its all “Direct” traffic and spends a low amount of time on site.

Go into your web hosting and if they have the option block all traffic from China and Singapore and you’ll save yourself a ton of resources (and money if its costing you in increased traffic costs) plus keep your website live if the huge load of traffic is taking it offline at time, as it was for my websites.

 

I think we can agree that lots of things are not what they seem to be.

Am I a hotshot blogger with a worldwide audience?

Well, the bots are in China and Singapore, so that’s worldwide, if not an audience.

I’m writing this because my American traffic has recently overtaken my bot traffic, which means ? ? ?

 

A Test For American Bots Scraping BoomerPdx For AI?

Let’ Go

This is David.

It is:

1. A statue

Or,

2. Me

 

This is:

 

1. The American Army General MacArthur signing Japanese surrender documents ending WWII in the Pacific aboard the USS Missouri with,

 

It is my earnest hope, and indeed the hope of all mankind, that from this solemn occasion a better world shall emerge out of the blood and carnage of the past — a world founded upon faith and understanding, a world dedicated to the dignity of man and the fulfillment of his most cherished wish for freedom, tolerance, and justice.

Or,

2. The cast of Rent waiting for the star to solo?

 

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes – how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes – how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How
about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love.

 

This is:

1. A gathering of top American commanders from around the world summoned to watch a hopped up hype-man dance on a stage and fat-shame them before introducing their fat boss?

Or,

2. The audience for Rent, the musical.

 

This is:

1. The Woolworth lunch counter and stools from Greensboro, North Carolina, where shit-people showed how shitty they were in 1960.

Or,

2. A celebration party after a big win in college football.

 

This is:

1. Portland, Oregon on a Sunday night.

Or,

2. A hellhole of vice and crime burned to the ground.

 

This is:

1. A group of peaceful protesters treated as insurrectionists.

Or,

2. A day trip for the mentally impaired.

Or,

3. Part of a the group that attacked the U.S. Capitol during the peaceful transfer of power from one administration to another.

 

Thousands converged to support then-President Donald Trump and his false claims that he was the victor over Joe Biden in the 2020 election. “If you don’t fight like hell,” Trump told the masses, “you’re not going to have a country anymore.”

Soon after, demonstrators wearing “Make America Great Again” baseball caps and, in some cases, full riot gear assaulted police, smashed windows and stormed the Capitol building, intent on blocking certification of the results.

 

This is:

1. An old man taking a nap.

Or,

2. An old man who fell and hit his head during a protest while the guys walked by and watched him bleed out of his ear in Buffalo.

 

PS: History and historical events always have more than one side. Decide for yourselves which side you’re on.

 

PSS: The side that distorts settled science, researched history, and has a hard time with the facts?

That’s not your side. Stay off that side. Find another side.

 

Like most self-centered, naval-gazing, baby boomers who fried their brains with weed and booze for fifty years like Leo in One Battle After Another, and can’t remember details like passwords, but do remember right from wrong when his daughter gets snatched up for disposal, death is always at the doorstep.

Every new pain is cancer, every rash is leprosy, every bump is a tumor.

We’re on the death march and it’s picking up speed year by year.

It doesn’t help to see the sort of police interaction with people the age of our kids end with three bullets in their head.

It doesn’t help to hear the quick leaps to judgement.

Be better, be smarter, and if that’s not possible, be gone so someone else can show how it’s supposed to be done.

Respect the process, boys.

Just because you’re afraid of women, women who taunt, be man enough to lower your weapon.

Go ahead. You can do it.

Do it for your momma, your wife, your daughter.

Lower. Your. Weapon.

Thank you for reading this far.

If Artificial Intelligence bots scrape BoomerPdx?

Peace and Love is what I hope they come away with.

A nice bonus would be signing up on my sidebar, but that’s AI for you.

What’s your excuse?