Cap Indicates Colour: Chapter MMXVIII

In an unauthorised biography sold via instant thought download form in 2015, Timothy Geithner admitted he was a stool pigeon for the Chinese government.

Although old news, it matched with the data discovered after the U.S. and EU governments simultaneously changed their independence days to 1st May in the 2011/2012 fiscal year.

Khrushchev, long ago smiling in his grave over previous news (Huntsville companies helping Army get Afghan pilots flying new Russian helicopters), was quoted by the witch doctor during a séance, “Look who’s crushed now.” [“Смотрите, кто похоронен теперь, товарищи!”]

Further, Geithner expressed his confusion over why the new IMF chief changed its organisation’s name to P&C in 2012.  In later chapter notes, the biography revealed that Christine Lagarde chose P&C because it was her secret favourite hybrid corn variety, Peaches and Cream.

Speaking of P&C, after the IMF declared it was assuming or taking over all debts, public and private, in order to cement its position as de facto world government/lending institution, especially after the U.S. government could not stop increasing the debt limit and showed in all future plots that it was going to collapse, following in the footsteps of the EU, sending more people to invest in the new IMF global “currency” while dumping the dollar, euro, and renminbi because of their ties to unstable governments, Lagarde made P&C the official moniker for her revitalised bureaucracy.

Lagarde regards Earth as her “motherland, may it reign the solar system forever!” [“Patrie, la Terre Mère puisse régner le système solaire pour toujours!”]

It was during the last U.S. Space Shuttle flight to the ISS in 2011 that hints of these changes were taking place, first when the U.S. and Russian crews went off to drink celebratory vodka after Atlantis docked, leaving the Japanese crew member to clean up after them.

Satoshi Furukawa photographs last sober ISS crew member

From then on, international relationships changed shape dramatically, leading up to the climax of the New Revolution.

Archaeologists are still trying to decipher the meaning behind the guy who wore a vest and two jackets in Mission Control (see photo below).

Exactly how cold is it in Mission Control?

Return of the Window Screen Wren: Chapter XXIV

Grecromscot looked at the numbers.

Traced the trend back to 2011, when leaders of the U.S. conceded defeat and handed financial management over to the Committee’s international project managers who had sworn an oath of impartiality and given up their personal lives to rescue our species from political manipulators.

Grecromscot reran the plot, doublechecking the upper and lower limits.

It was as s/he expected.

The empathy routines added in 2020 had developed several submotives of their own, keeping the data within parameters, not setting off alarms to humans, but playing empathetic games against one another.

Grecromscot reviewed the algorithms of the automatic code generators.

Sure enough, they had not had an empathy routine upgrade for several revision update cycles.

From an anthropological viewpoint, they were out-of-sync emotionally.

Grecromscot checked shis own memory circuits to ensure s/he was current.

Affirmative.

All gender glands functioned within tolerance, equally balanced according to updated scientific research released a few nanoseconds ago into the Solar System network (solSysNet) from Earth’s lunar labs.

S/he laughed, remembering the class wars of the early 21st century, when a secret army of under/unemployed people attacked the elite nouveau riche aristocrats, starting with the fall of a media empire baron.

The attacks first appeared as cybersecurity breaches and then spread into the streets once enough cash liquidity was made available for disguised movements of “tourists” to areas of the world populated by millionaires and billionaires.

The tired, the hungry, the poor and the overworked refused to give up one labor credit more for the high-stakes risktaking of unattached emotional wealth hoarders. No bunkers or island getaways were safe from angry hired help.

One by one, the wealthy disappeared, some through “accidents” and some through tiger kidnapping.

Recipients of large sums of money – by way of wills, trusts, pensions, political reelection funds, lotteries or other windfalls – were given the opportunity to donate their wealth to the New Revolution or disappear inconveniently.

Fear spread.

Unemployment rose.

When police and military refused to fire on large crowds storming Wall Street, restricted minimansion subdivisions and banks, the U.S. government announced dissolution of its sovereignty, in a joint announcement with other major countries, to avert complete economic and social disaster.

Stock market values plummeted.

Flash mobs increased, panicked and enraged.

Food and fuel distribution networks collapsed, causing riots and farm/ranch raids.

Seed and fertilizer prices soared.

All because the U.S. failed to coordinate a public international forum on exorcising the demons of the Great Recession in order to reorganize global financial networks operated by nonpartisan, sympathetic people rather than cold, unemotional, nonempathetic computer subroutines and high-risk speculators.

Grecromscot smiled, or thought s/he smiled, shis emotional feedback routine told shim, happy that wealth was measured differently in 2050.

Is No One Listening?: Chapter X

Lee stood on the driveway, in the space above random cracked patterns, streaks of green and brown algae, ant trails, pieces of dead cicadas, half-eaten hickory nuts, sweetgum balls, lichen-covered twigs, and a plain brown envelope.

One redcap mushroom remained in the woods beside the driveway.

The 1995 BMW 325i, white with black skirts, sat parked at the top of the driveway like the obedient bulldog it pretended to be.

A stack of balsa wood strips waited for Lee’s motivational moment to glue the strips together, creating a large block from which a carved, 3D, angry UT Smoky the bluetick hound dog would appear, mounted to the BMW’s front bumper like a snarling mascot emerging from inside the engine compartment.

Lee stood mesmerised by glistening green leaves of a deciduous forest wetted by summer thunderstorms that passed overhead a few hours ago.

Could Lee predict the next ten U.S. presidents?

What if Lee could, instead, predict how feedback loops within feedback loops would slowly convert people to more sustainable living standards?

Positive, not negative.

Evolutionary paradigm shifts at revolutionary speeds.

Working backwards 1,000 years from now.

He already had the data.

How did he keep people motivated in 1,000-day increments?

Or, rather, how did his network of computer programmers, business associates and the rest of the seven billion units of states of energy interact profitably, redirecting survival techniques without resorting to altruistic methods or disrupting hoarding behaviour brought on by years of mass media-induced negative reinforcement?

Lee looked at his/her multiple personalities spread across a universe of external memory cues.

It was time to go to the next phase.

He ripped open the envelope.

His instructions to himself from the future waited to be implemented.

No more passive voice.

Take action! In this moment!

Now!

Off With ‘is ‘ead!

In mob news today, the English-speaking world tracked, followed, stalked and captured the head of a large media empire.

The media empire provided 24/7 news coverage of the downfall of their emperour.

At last report, the mob was deciding whether to spread the parts of the head to the ends of the earth, or…

…put the whole head on display and increase tourism to only one spot on the planet.

Meanwhile, the World Court declared that email/text messaging is a public utility and thus subject to no rights of privacy, opening the door for a complete transparent exposure of all transactions – business, personal or political – to every citizen of Earth.

Thanks to Kamil at DQ in Guntersville, Houlihan’s in ATL airport, Shatandra at ATL news stand, Kathy at Alabama welcome center, Lacey at VF Outlet in Boaz, Outlaw Steakhouse, and Charles at McDonald’s in Douglasville, GA.

I’m taking a break from blogging to concentrate on writing a book the rest of this summer in the Northern Hemisphere.

Y’all have a good one, y’hear?

Indelible Fruit Trees

Returning to “staying on message.”

In the delicate balance of managing seven billion prople, when people have individuality that shares traits of common culturres, happiness is social.

Over the weekend, my mother’s family told stories about events, selves and ideas.

We decompressed, getting out from under the shadow of self-protection that the bombardment of negative news reinforces.

Image/brand management gives way to tales and legends of family lore.

Trapping rabbits for spending money as a teenager.

Taking the family car out for a spin at age 14 to go “parking.”

Visiting relatives and reporting on hoarding behaviour.

Playing epic sessions of Rook.

Throwing footballs in the backyard.

Sending bottle rockets into the neighbours’ treetops.

Looking at old family photos from the 1920s.

Recalling words like ectomorph and endomorph.

Fixing broken/leaking objects at a cousin’s house.

“Cuz, what do you think of my yard? Great, huh?”

“Looks like your mowing deck is askew.”

“Yeah, I noticed that it started messing up a couple of mowings ago.”

Finding a cotter pin had slipped or broken off and rigging one from a paper binder to level the mower blade platform.

Spending days prepping food and cleaning the house in preparation for the family reunion.

Swimming in the clubhouse pool.

Saying goodbye.

Returning home.

Cleaning up.

Diving back in to our crosscultural lives, putting on our self-defense shields that consist of platitudes and gratitudes.

The message of seven billion working toward one goal continues…

Sports Accounting

There was a time, a long, long time ago…

Well, now that 10,000 is only 6 away…

Two kids outrushing my father for a Braves T-shirt, forever famous in a facebook photo.

A long list of thanks: Janet, Cindy, Sherri, Phil, Steve, Barry, Ashleigh, Taylor, Justin, Gordon, Elaine, Amy, Mason, Anne,, Bruce, Chestney&friend, Nicholas, Maggie, Anna, Brian, Abby, Braves management/players/fans/security/food/support staff, Tipsy Pig BBQ, Toledo Ticket Co., AmeriPark.

Swim meets at Georgia Tech, as seen on live Internet feeds.

Chocolate donuts from Publix.

Old Fulton County stadium wall.

Streets after streets of fracnchises streaking by, competing for disposable income.

0% chance of rain at 9 p.m.? I wanna be a TV weather forecaster.

Why do we say that time has a length?

GWTW @ 75.

Trivia games in-game.

During a heat wave.

Watermelon, salty pretzel, hot dog, ice cream, potato chips and Coke. Souvenir cup and baseball cap.

Individual demographic profile.

Local on the 8s.

Peace and quiet.

Truth and beauty.

Player of the game.

Fireworks.

Teffeteller vs. Jackson on Family Feud. Parcheesi and Oleo.

Anonymity.

Blurring of media.

Surgery, not snake bite.

Drawing circuits on flexible paper with a pen plotter using conductive ink. 3D plotting turning circuitry into artwork.

No Apologies

First of all, a thanks for the food and hospitality from Felicia during the family reunion.

Also, a thanks to Ashlyn and Shari at Wnedy’s.

More thoughts later…the Committee wants to convenr and confer. What you infer is yours to refer or defer.

How so we build hope in one group without reducing hope for another?

Belief in a shared dream.

1955 Dream Caes on the cover of Motor Trend. Winning Wimbledon. Seeing family. Pain-free sleep.

Time for negotiations.

I could get used to being pampered.

Observe and Report

Last night, while munching on a “healthy” veggie burger at Beauregard’s, thanks to Drew’s service, a guy dressed head to toe in my favourite team colours told my wife and me to watch a rising football star at Grissom High School in Huntsville.

We will.

We hope he wears orange and white for UTK on the football field soon, carrying on the traditions of Condredge Holloway, Joey Kent, Jayson Swain, and Rashad Moore.  Maybe we can get Johnny Majors and Phil Fulmer back in the fold together again for the very first time and bring the likes of Trooper Taylor the Recruiter back on the staff with Dooley.

There’s hope in Big Orange Country, now that integrity is a real priority.

Do I smell controversy in the Heart of Dixie?  Auburn and Bama fans don’t want me to spell out the answer.  Will Finebaum show his true colours or detail the facts?

Go Vols!

Time to taste my wife’s wonderful peanut butter sticks, a family favourite, just in time for the 4th of July.

Happy 1st of July to Canadians.

And congrats to Sharapova.

Now, back to your regularly-scheduled interrupted life.

As you know, I come from an impoverished family

Hey – still alive.  As far as joy juice (“general anesthesia”) goes – one moment I was looking around the operating room and an hour later, but felt like a second later, I woke up feel nauseated.  The only aftereffect has been my ability to keep a thought process going even though my body starts snoring off to sleep.
Here’s a link to procedures, including surgery, for removal of a ganglion cyst in the wrist area, similar to mine (although mine was arthroscopically excised).
WARNING: actual surgery images in video:
However, for me, Dr. Maddox I have to thank, seeing as he took care of other problems in my wrist area that I can’t detail here.
Suffice it to say that I owe a debt of gratitude to The Orthopaedic Center, Dr. Maddox and all the staff there.
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On to a continuing subject: the difficult year of 2011, where I have to keep looking for the ultimate set of emperour’s new clothes to fashion for you.
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  A successful banker, back on his college campus for a class reunion, visited his old economics prof, and picked up the current semester’s final exam.  “Holy smoke,” he exclaimed, “these are precisely the questions you asked our class fifteen years ago.  If you always ask the same questions, don’t you know the students will get wise, and pass them on from class to class?”
  “Sure,” answered the prof blandly, “but in economics, you see, we’re constantly changing the answers.”
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Anyone read John Hyde Preston’s A Short History of the American Revolution that maintained the school stories of the Boston Tea Party were not what you think?  Even bunk?
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Enough burning through a book of BC’s stuff.
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The truth is where you want to find it.  Observe the sleeveless magician – anything up his skin?  In my working experiment, the U.S. defaults and starts an economic war not seen since you know when.  Are you profiteers interested in this or shall we chicken out for the umpteenth time and play reelection politics one more time?