I'm familiar with game theory but for my next project I need to get familiar with the theory behind neural networks. How long will you presume, it will take me?
The antisocial criminal minds who deface public and private property with egotistic grafitti like to glorify their shameful art and their luzer life by claiming to be taggers who leave their artistic tags wherever they go. They buy (or steal) a can of spraypaint and they fiddle with some kind of logo until they think they are ready to leave their Michelangelo mark on the world. They pride themselves on their individualism, while in truth they are a disgrace to every origin that they crawled out from -- their family, their neighborhood, their religion, race, creed, gender and oozing pile of stinky excrescence while produced maggots, cretins and taggers. Yes, taggers are the memetic scum of the memetic Earth. Why? Because they go around causing enormous damage and deep unhappiness in the lives of human beings who are struggling just to get by. We have taggers because somehow they jumped into the gene pool when the lifeguard wasn't looking. Taggers typically live with Mommy and Daddy and do not care if they are causing enormous grief for the mommy and daddy of many a coeval. As the laws and ordinances of modern corporate America become more and more restrictive, squeezing individual liberty into a tighter and tighter straightjacket, cities are adopting Nazi laws of forcing owners of small businesses to clean up the vandalism left behind by the taggers who deserve to be smacked upside the head. Life will eventually smack these taggers upside the head, but meanwhile they are either too stupid to realize the grief they cause, or too selfish to care about anyone but themselves. The brainwaves of taggers do not quite reach the shore, and they are a few fries short of a Happy Meal. If you catch a stupid tagger in the act and you look into his eyes, you will see that the lights are on but nobody's home, or his elevator is stuck between floors. He played too much without a helmet, and now he is a few beers short of a six-pack. He has such weapons-grade stupidity that it is dangerous to be around him. A tagger is always on foot, because he is two hub caps short of a Buick. A tagger uses spraypaint, because there are some colors missing from his box of crayons, and he is not the brightest crayon in the box. When a sociopath tagger goes out at night to hurt and harm other people economically, he feels no pangs of conscience but maybe some pangs of hunger, because he is what they call one sandwich short of a picnic, or a couple of eggs shy of an omelette. His cheese has slipped off his cracker. When taggers crawl out from their rocks and gather in the daytime, no one notices them, because they are a few clowns short of a circus.
While we pursue our own central Meme in life, it behooves us to take counter-measures along the way against taggers, who give memetics a bad name. We will make taggers rue the day they were born. They work in darkness, but we will bring their evil deeds to light. As Web cameras proliferate more and more across modern society, we will capture taggers in the act and instill the fear of the horde in them. Taggers will think twice before they ruin someone's business wall and cause expenses for clean-up, if they develop a deep-seated fear that the memetic Overmind is watching them and will follow them the rest of their pathetic lives to tip the scales constantly a wee bit against them. In each city we will spread the rumor (meme) that someone going around is disappearing and dismembering taggers. Taggers will begin to have nightmares that all their bad luck is somehow related to tagging. We should pass laws for cans of spraypaint to carry images of taggers hanging from the gallows or being drawn and quartered. Taggers don't realize whom they are messing with when they go up against Artists of the Meme. Let the word go forth from this time and place, that it is time for taggers to get the hell out of Dodge.