Before I dive in, a set of thanks, to: Lilian, Angela, Kisha, Brenda, Leonard, Rob, Priscilla; Jenn at Panera Bread; Jacob at Target; Harold at Kinesthetic Cue, and all the fellow students, including Jennifer, Debra, etc.; Huntsville Utilities; Walmart.

I keep trying to make myself as ugly and uninteresting as possible so there won’t be anyone interested in what I’m observing and thus able to work quietly with others to influence the people of our times.

…while paying attention to the influences upon me, including labels that represent thought patterns to which I don’t belong but which belong to us as historic and present in the zeitgeist.

Today is a day of meditation, avoiding the temptation to comment one way or the other about groups of people competing for resources through the imaginary images of ideology.

Reminder: what we say for or against an idea cements the idea in the flow of information, a rock which temporarily channels and divides, attracting people with more rocks and more cement to form a permanent change in the flow.

I , I, I…because this is the only time in which I live, I could go with the flow and comment upon, participate in, or react to every response that others of our species make in realtime.

For instance, are you more protective of your wealth and personal ideas or more generous with your wealth and open to new ideas as you get older?

We’re a little of both, of course.

When you have built the skills to operate the tools that make your life easiest, do you try to learn to operate new tools?

If firewood, needles, and bows and arrows make you happiest, will you listen to someone offering you a smartphone/tabletPC?

At the top of your pyramid, do you take away people’s happiness to make them learn new tools and when that new set of tools makes them happiest, you take away their happiness again, etc.?

Where does that spiral of happiness removal end?

Where does that cycle come back around to?

Before I get back to a chair on the Committee in this storyline which you can’t tell is real or imagined, I’ve got a few more days of meditating to establish what I want for my happiness while defining happiness for the rest of the seven billion of us.

If I can’t find happiness for myself, I don’t care what makes anyone else happy.

I’m selfish like that, I admit, even if admitting my selfishness exposes similar habits in the hidden computer programmers I’ve got working for me around the world, reducing the efficiency of my operations in the nearterm.

One thing the NHL proved to me – Canadians are not the peaceful expat hippie Americans we’ve been led to believe.  Canadians are the hooligans we’ve always feared down here in the Lower 48.  More damage in one Vancouverian Vandalistic Night than in decades of terrorist activities in the Great White North.

Are there Canadians working in your office or job site?  Can you trust them when your back is turned?

Who’s watching the U.S.-Canadian border and should we put up snowmobile-proof fencing to keep Canucks out of America?  Maybe the INS ought to raid movie/television production factories and remove illegal/underage Canadian immigrants posing as well-spoken Americans in films and TV shows!

Quick!  Can you name a single Canadian province?  You can?!  A-ha!  We’ve found a Canadian.  Deport them all, I say, and put them on melting icebergs in the Arctic!  Either that, or convert them to Southern Baptist missionaries, give them a U.S. passport and ship ’em to Siberia or Tierra del Fuego for overseas missionary work.

The U.S. government will not stop until every illegal Canadian is hunted for extraction or conversion to the American way of wealth building, wealth protection and geriatric wealth generosity.

“Driver!”

“Eh?  Pardon?”

“Put down that Molson beer and take me to the Hollywood film industry.  We’re baggin’ some Canadians today!”