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Thursday, July 2, 2026
Why the Strait of Hormuz Matters More Than You Think
A Surveillance State On Wheels
Renting a car used to come with an element of fun. For a day or two you could be the pretend owner of a new car. It could be the sports car you have always secretly wanted, maybe in bright red. It could be a mighty utility vehicle you need instead of your 4-door sedan
In any case, it’s just interesting to experience a new and different car over a limited period, if only to mix things up a bit.
I’ve always enjoyed this, until now.
I innocently rented a new model SUV and hopped in not thinking much more about it. It had a control panel on two big screens with very few physical knobs, which means essentially learning to operate software. Should have pulled over and examined the thing carefully, maybe even read the user manual but traditionally cars explained themselves. Everything was obvious.
Not any more.
The radio was stuck on a guy yammering about sports scores so I thought I would change the station. I’m trying to drive at the same time and looking at the screen with peripheral vision. That’s when the car caught me: it sensed distraction.
Up popped a notification alongside 5 extremely annoying alarm beeps, with a blaring warning: “Consider taking a break” with a coffee cup emoji. That’s strange. I’m not tired. I just started. Why should I take a break?
My car was correcting me. Not only that, it was diagnosing my biology. I was drifting and so clearly did not have enough caffeine in my system and needed more. So said my car.
Thus was my introduction to the new smart car, more monitor than helper, more surveillance than service, more sensate than safe.
I grabbed a tissue while searching for the off switch to the radio and up popped the same warning again. This was only a few minutes later. I wondered how long this would go on. I had two and a half hours to drive. This could be miserable.
It was in fact. My car monitored, hectored, and lectured me for my entire trip. It more closely tracked my venial sins than a Puritan preacher in 17th-century Plymouth Colony. At least in that world, privacy was possible. It is not possible in this new car. You are under the gun, tasked with impossible feats of digital management at which you are destined to fail.
This car is rooting against its driver, like a horse not entirely broken in and trying to buck you off. But it’s more threatening than that. It’s watching you constantly but you don’t know where its eyes are or why precisely it is making the judgments it is making.
While still fussing with the radio, a big message appeared on the screen, which I tried to read while driving. Another sin. As best I could make out, it said not to attempt this while driving because it is unsafe. And if I have read this message and understand the risk, and accept the terms of the software app, I should click approve, which I did, while driving.
Like clockwork, up appeared the demand that I stop and drink another cup of coffee. If I had complied with the doctor/car physician’s demands, I would have had a gallon of coffee and been taken to the hospital for a caffeine overdose.
The roadside signs all say not to text and drive or otherwise look at your smartphone. But this entire car is far more distracting than my phone would otherwise be. I’m only mentioning a few of these notifications so far.
Once I got into traffic, on very fast Texas highways, there were cars following close behind and to the right and left. Tricky navigation and it requires full attention. Mr. Car did not like this scene and began screaming at me as if I’m entirely unaware of what was happening around me. Of course I was aware but now with this squawking car, it was hard to focus.
The blaring, buzzing, and screeching of this disapproving digital schoolmarm—if the car had a name it would be Karen—is more of a danger than the drivers around me in all directions.
You think a backseat driver is annoying? Try a dashboard with biometric monitoring skills and the ability to speak in bleeps, dings, and buzzes. It’s miserable and absolutely makes driving less safe and more scary all around.
The new car is a devouring mother, a helicopter parent, a digital warden, and a spying parole agent all in one. I’m getting Munchausen by Proxy just by driving: this car keeps telling me I’m a terrible driver so I’m becoming one.
It’s all quite amazing because it was only a few decades ago that driving on the open highway, listening to rock and roll, was the essence of the ideal of American freedom. In fact, in the postwar years, there was an explicit shift away from passenger trains to family and individual cars because they better embodied this American spirit.
Think about all the great American driving songs. “Born to Run.” “Take It Easy.” “Born to Be Wild.” “Route 66.” “Fast Car.” “On the Road Again.” “Mustang Sally.” “Little Red Corvette.”
All these songs celebrated the unity of freedom and driving.
Not so with these new models. They are the opposite. They have turned the freedom to drive into a panopticon of behavioral monitoring and correction. You are rats in this mobile laboratory, the pigeon in a Pavlovian cage variously poked, prodded, fed, and starved.
The experience creates in the driver the irrepressible dream of pulling over, grabbing your things, and hoofing it down the highway so at least you can be free.
These new systems disable all intelligence and experience and feed into the most paranoid suspicion that these machines are trying not to help us but replace us. Instead of flattering your mastery and volitional prowess, they condescend with the presumption that you are reckless and sinful and very likely a danger to yourself and others, desperately in need of being adulted by digital pedagogy.
As I dropped off the car, I complained bitterly and the nice man who welcomed me back felt bad. I felt bad. The manager offered me a discount on my next rental, which I refused because none of this was their fault. They are victims of this nonsense as much as I am. We all are.
Still, maybe my complaint was logged somewhere. If nothing else, my iPhone heard it. Which, now that I think about it, might not be good. In the future, this could get us debanked.
Here Comes the KIDS Act: USA joins the “age verification” club
Yesterday, the US House of Representatives quietly passed a bundle of “digital protections” collectively labelled the Kids Internet and Digital Safety Act (KIDS Act).n
You might not have heard, because the US news was focused on other things, like the Supreme Court refusing to review the civil verdict that Donald Trump sexually assaulted E Jean Carroll, or that they would continue to count mail-in ballots that arrive after election day.
As is usually the case, the truly important news found itself buried behind things that never happened and things that don’t matter.
So what’s in the USA’s online safety act?
The same things that are in everyone else’s, obviously.
Digital ID this, age verification that.
The act is effectively a package of clauses and sections from other acts, including:
- Kids Online Safety Act (KOSA),
- Children and Teens’ Online Privacy Protection Act (COPPA 2.0)
- Shielding Children’s Retinas from Egregious Exposure on the Net (SCREEN) Act
- Safeguarding Adolescents from Exploitative (SAFE) Bots Act
- Safer Guarding of Adolescents from Malicious Interactions on Network Games (GAMING) Act.
If you want to go into the details, there’s a good write-up here.
The unfortunate truth is the details don’t really matter. As we’ve seen already with Spain, the UK, Australia, Canada et al. the actual measures and rules may have cosmetic differences, but in the end they share one important similarity: The only way to enforce them is age verification.
This is true of social media bans, or screen time limits, or algorithm exemptions or disabling infinite scrolling or nudity filters or…any of them.
Whatever is or isn’t in the KIDS Act, it will need you to verify your age by biometrics or digital ID to work.
Just like everywhere else.
It passed the House with bipartisan support. It will probably pass the Senate too; if it doesn’t, it will be branded as a “victory for small government”…and the individual states will just pass their own legislation. As many already have.
And just like that, Trump’s MAGA US will be just like the “liberal” countries he despises and who claim to despise him.
Weird.
Wednesday, July 1, 2026
Largest US Power Grid On Verge Of Cracking Due To Historic Heat Dome
Cooling demand across PJM Interconnection's operating area will surge today and into late week as tens of millions of households and businesses crank up air conditioners to stay cool under the emerging heat dome.
The spike in power demand is expected to strain the grid, which helps explain why PJM preemptively declared a grid emergency on Tuesday to preserve reserves and reduce the risk of rolling blackouts.
PJM forecasts that power demand could reach 165 gigawatts on Thursday. This would test the grid's all-time peak of 165.563 GW set in August 2006. It would also exceed PJM's prior peak forecast for this summer.
To mitigate blackout risks, the Department of Energy directed PJM on Tuesday "to dispatch specified units and to order their operation as needed to maintain reliability." There is a chance that the grid operator might have to tap backup generation as a last resort before or during a Level 3 energy emergency.
Bloomberg's forecast for maximum temperatures across the Washington, D.C., metro area could reach low triple digits Thursday through Saturday.
Natural gas, nuclear, and coal power generation currently make up the top power mix for PJM.
Largest US Power Grid Declares Emergency To Prevent Blackouts
A mega heat dome is set to descend on the eastern half of the U.S., prompting the Energy Department to issue two emergency orders to reduce the risk of rolling blackouts in the Mid-Atlantic area as PJM Interconnection braces for record power demand.
DOE's first order directs the PJM region, which serves 67 million people across 13 states, "to dispatch specified units and to order their operation as needed to maintain reliability."
The second order states that PJM, working with transmission owners and electric distribution companies, must use backup generation as a last resort before or during a Level 3 energy emergency.
Energy Secretary Chris Wright said, "Maintaining affordable, reliable, and secure power in the PJM service territory is non-negotiable."
Bloomberg's forecast for maximum temperatures across the Washington, D.C., metro area could average in the low triple digits through Saturday.
The hot temperatures, beginning tomorrow, will increase cooling demand and boost power demand on the PJM grid, potentially straining the system during peak late-afternoon hours. Concerns about grid reliability have risen as data center buildouts are blamed for soaring power bills - yet aging grids and climate policie should also be blamed.
Air Conditioning Bans Are Latest Example Of Climate Alarmism Damaging Lives
Most people tolerated these inconveniences, higher costs, and even temporary loss of control as necessary sacrifices for the planet. Yet research shows many measures deliver minimal CO₂ reductions — and some are counterproductive. Life-cycle assessments, for example, find that cotton reusable bags often have a much higher carbon footprint than single-use plastic bags unless reused dozens or hundreds of times.
Yet, climate orthodoxy has cultivated a culture that accepts lower standards of living and rejects modern comforts in the name of fighting climate change. During the 2022-2023 energy crisis, European government campaigns urged people to turn down heating, take shorter showers, wear extra layers, and “don heavier sweaters and woolen socks” to cut gas demand by 15 percent.
European climate crusaders’ aversion to modern comforts extends to air conditioning, long framed as wasteful and sinful, with politicians pushing passive cooling instead. Today, only about 20 percent of European homes have AC, compared to nearly 90 percent in the United States. As this summer’s heat wave pushes temperatures above 40 degrees Celsius (104 degrees Fahrenheit), even hospitals struggle with stifling wards where only select rooms have cooling.