I know I’m hard of hearing but I swear I heard that a Klansman had been put in charge of the U.S. soccer team.
Am I wrong?
If I’m right, did the fellow just die in prison?
Wait!
Sorry, my bad.
I looked up the news.
It’s not a Klansman, it’s Klinsmann who coaches the U.S.
Now, where’s my soldering iron? I have an art car festival to prepare for.
I didn’t vote for him and I support him as long as he is the chief executive of the U.S. government, but will someone offer a better combination to lead this nation than Obama and Biden into 2012 and beyond?
Otherwise, all our predictable worst fears will come true and we will degrade into a conglomeratocracy.
Wait, we already are!
Therefore, back to the lab and my electronic toys – at least in here I can create a reality that is fun, lively and likely to lead someone to start a company that puts jobs in the market.
Now, let’s see…reconfigure the basement supercomputer to build me some animatronic “road trip” companions…
Sitting here at 06:15, flushing out thoughts associated with the flow of social life passing through me via pixelated news.
Working on a calliope of characters residing in my ’62 two-door hardtop.
The puppet master behind the steering wheel.
A plastic mechanical parrot on the dash.
Yano and other creatures in the back seat.
Talking and singing along with one another.
Discussing ideas.
Every character the embodiment of a class of ideas influenced by its neighbour.
Mimicking and satirising each other randomly.
Lancer, the shape of things that went
1962 Dodge Lancer.
Arduino devkit.
Old PC/laptop junk.
Interests in animatronics, paper engineering and books.
Vr-o-o-o-o-o-mmmmm!
Little did I know, a lonely bear that yells in the woods and no one hears it so I must not be making a sound, would see such a sight.
The governor-turned-CEO today announced he was deputizing all homegrown militia in order to enforce the “detain, deport or shoot ’em if you hafta” rider attached to the first legislation issued by the Semi-U.S.A., nicknamed the Swear Allegiance to the Semi-U.S.A. or You’re an Illegal Immigrant Act.
What is the Semi-U.S.A., you ask?
Well, after New Hampshire and Oregon joined Montana, Arizona and Alabama in seceding from the U.S., they formed the Semi-U.S.A., a corporate conglomerate that did away with government altogether.
All together now, sing “We… shall… overcome… the errors of our past.”
By bringing the militia into the corporate fold, the Semi-U.S.A. was able to bypass the issue of using their state-based military units, euphemistically called the “National Guard,” to defend themselves against the states remaining in the old U.S. of A.
It also keeps them from looking over their backs for rogue members of phantom militia.
Negotiations are ongoing between the Reaganite faction and the Arnold Schwarzenegger faction over who will lead the new country of “Conservative NoCalifornia.”
CEO-for-life Al Franken was replaced by Adam Sandler and Garrison Keillor as co-presidents of the Liberalist Minnesota Corporation.
Today, the value of the euro to U.S. dollar reached infinity, making a gold tooth filling more valuable than the average luxury sports car.
Looking back at the last half of 2011, I should have seen this coming.
Hi? I’m the ghost of the ‘bar’ (bear) killed by your frontiersman years ago.
My spirit is slated for an upgrade.
In the meantime, I can report the past, my past, to you as if it’s your future.
First of all, after Apple and other tech companies convert their factories to robotic automation, they move out of China and into their local, domestic markets to appease isolationist customers whose children have technical robotic maintenance degrees and no jobs.
Next, I am amazed to tell you, Arizona and Alabama, in a legislative inspirational action accredited to Denmark, set up border patrols and checkpoints along their state boundaries, including roads, sea/river ports, railway stations, IP addresses, cell towers, satellite TV receivers, telephone exchanges and airfields.
In a show of solidarity, 25 states join the immigration embargo, installing facial recognition software in all electrnic devices and facial recognition devices at all border crossings.
Internet-based tax collection soared.
Because Washington D.C. was virtually surrounded by border guarding states, D.C. leaders instituted their own stricter form, forcing members of Congress to scramble to find legal help to clean their homes, cook, and serve as nannies for their kids.
Meanwhile, Jerry Brown broke California in two, offering refuge to all “illegal” immigrants in the new country of Nuevo Angeles.
In what would have been shocking news, but no more, Alabama declared U.S. an illegal entity and seceded from such today, after the illegal Justice Dept. sued Alabama illegally over illegal immigration.
All this talk about maintaining the status quo of the current global business model…
All this worrying that America is not leading us out of a worldwide recession…
What if America is leading the forefront of a new worldwide revolution?
Are you part of the past or prepared for a fantastic future?
What is comfort food?
I sit here, alone and lonely, a prisoner of my subculture, trapped in time…
No reason for me the individual to live, so I hoist a rope over my shoulder and pull an imaginary cart called life with me wherever I go, even when I go nowhere.
A character in the drama of real life.
On a tiny planet, aware that others pretend to be gods because there’s no one but ourselves to prove otherwise.
That, and the perspective that the passage of time provides.
A hermit dragged out of his meditative slumber in order to tell other people’s story in his voice.
Beware the sleeping giant who likes to be left alone.
Otherwise, he may stir up anger to start a war just to reduce the number of people and animals who could interrupt him in the future.
Or organise the hordes of the meek – the under- and unemployed – to do more than bang on the poorly-guarded gates, walls and back doors of the current aristocracy.
Or provoke to violent action the meagre trolls hiding in forums and news article comments.
When cornered, they are what they say.
However, I am tired of hauling storylines around.
My death, like that of my predecessors, draws near.
I have trained no replacement.
Therefore, I cannot guarantee someone will have the message to pass on that reveals the reason for spreading life in this solar system.
Others will pretend it is our manifest destiny, or invoke the “white’s man burden,” and act like prophets.
Vanity is the very reason I wish to remain anonymous, despite temptation, or to spite it.
Better for those after me to operate in silence, whispering to you in your sleep, than let anthropomorphism exist where it does not need to be.
Sweet dreams, daytime or night.
Time for my peaceful, nonproductive, nondestructive, nonsocial nap where I can be whomever I imagine, and not spend a dime supporting the lives of owners hidden behind franchise fees or stock/futures speculation, or buffered by reelection/slush funds.
Don’t worry. You’ll hear from us soon, even if it’s just a remnant of a dream you can barely recall…
I’m moving on, hoping to find a personal life worth writing about.
Or have a heart attack hefting my big body down the street trying.
==> THE END <==
treetrunkdings 