Fewteurismo Motors unveiled its latest model at today’s press conference.
Combining face-recognition tech, black box works and GPS, the car can be stopped and /or remotely operated by police if felons, drunks or others wanted by the authorities need to be apprehended immediately.
A demo showed a person with an outstanding warrant getting in the rear passenger seat, the doors automatically locking and the vehicke autonomously driving to the nearest police station.
The Ruralite leaders studied the heuristic history of historical historic histrionic history.
They knew the best way to win a war was to recruit the Berserk Berserkers.
How do you contact the BBs without drawing attention?
You attend their rallies where they congregate secretly in public and shoot BBs.
For years, the BBs had used the cover of Quentin Tarantino films as a meeting place.
Recently, the film “Inglourious Basterds” had been used by a subsect of the BBs for remembering the glory days of the Nazi regime, where BB BBSes filled with comments about how the NewNeoNazis, the NNNs, could overcome the mistakes that the Third Reich’s SS made in showing weakness for wine, women and wasteful public patriotic gatherings that distracted from the true goal of worldwide manufacturing/retail shopping slave creation.
Lately, the film “Django Unchained” was being used by a subset of a subsect of a subculture of the BBs remembering the glory days of slavery, where colour was an easier tracking tool than clothing, fingerprints, eyescans, DNA and online social media profile for separating the 99% slaves from the 1% masters.
The Ruralite leaders convened in a virtual meeting, every leader sitting down at a coffee shop with a special video chatting app that made it appear the leaders were talking to their children in a first-person shooter game when, in fact, they were chatting with each other’s old visages.
“We raised the ruckus and forced the populace to use their own resources against themselves — buying weaponry freely available on the open market with their food stamp cards and other government entitlement money — rather than raiding the arsenals of their repressive government.”
“Hallelujah! Convincing us to read ‘The Art of War’ paid off!”
“What’s next?”
“Using their fear of food supply line cutoff against themselves?”
“Absolutely.”
“Any other suggestions?”
“Well, we installed remote control devices in a bunch of the government’s military vehicles. Is now the time to roll tanks through downtown streets and crash military aircraft into government buildings again to build rumours that the populace is under attack by the government and government employees are the first wave of people fighting back?”
“Good idea. It might just turn the populace against its own. What was that old saying that’s out of favour…’God shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth’?”
“Yes, it’s time to invoke God’s wrath. Let us steal yet another motto…”
Lifting a cup of pure coffee to the webcam in unison, a quiet chorus cried out:
“Business! Science! Competition!”
Spielberg admits he’s a big fan of the Confederate States of America — modeled Star Wars on struggle of CSA against tyranny of USA — wishes there were two countries instead of one.
More of the exclusive interview where he reveals whom he modeled Darth Vader on…at 11!
Plus, will he tell us about the new secret alliance of lone wolves set to attack, now that they’ve been fully and legally armed, if any middle class citizens less than millionaires are taxed in the next few days?
Going through the small library of my father reminds me he was not always rough and gruff but had a sense of humour and a soft side that he shared with friends and family:
The provisional Ruralite government in exile announced today that, in order to overcome the weak ineffectiveness of the Urbanski government in power, which is reluctant to enforce laws on the books that would strengthen its world standing, all Ruralities are authorised to match the brutality of Mexican drug cartels, using the following methods and logic, as necessary, to get their point across that theirs is the government of your future:
1. Headless bodies of lawbreakers may be dumped on the side of the road.
2. Illegal immigrants and other heathens/pagans are lawbreakers.
3. Atheists are brainwashed zombies and considered lawbreakers, per recent disclosure by the Doonesbury comic strip creator: http://assets.amuniversal.com/92c335402c5a01300755001dd8b71c47
4. Any person or persons professing nonRuralite beliefs is/are lawbreakers(s(s(es)]}).
5. Lawmakers are lawbreakers by definition.
6. These rules break the law and may be dumped by the side of the road or nailed to signposts/trees as examples to others.
7. Murderers are God’s way of turning the innocent into saints and are equally revered by angels in the afterlife — their lawbreaking incarceration/ostracising treatment has been declared unlawful and those who have not welcomed murderers, no matter any combo of government assassins, anarchists, psychopaths and/or drunk/distracted drivers, into their subcultures are lawbreakers.
8. Restaurants that serve meals which are too big to be consumed healthily by patrons on a 2-to-3 meal or 5 minimeal per-day regular caloric diet plan are lawbreakers unless they designate on menus or placards that portion sizes are allocated on the assumption that leftovers/doggie bags are mandatory.
9. The number nine is a lawbreaker and banned from further use.
10. Without the number nine, ten becomes nine and is also banned.
11. All numbers after eight, eliminated one-by-one as a substitute for the number nine, have been banned as lawbreakers.
8(d). Manufacturer’s suggested retail price is a sign of heavenly profitseeking here on Earth and lawful.
Do you view the poor as a drain on the economy or unfortunate casualties of modern society?
Whatever your view, consider these two approaches:
1. Georgia on my mind…
2. Singapore sling…
Should families once again be held responsible for supporting their own, rather than depending on external sources of funding to provide them not only the basic necessities but also the luxuries that our mass media monstrosity depends on selling back to us to support its cycle of prosperity selling?
Who is the Golden Mouth, St. John Chrysostom, and do his views apply here?
This storyline dives deeper into the saga of the Ruralites and the Urbanskis, pitting them against the desire for a meaningful place in society for the Suburbanians, Entitlementists and Provisionists.
In these recent days, when we debate the desire by a very few [mentally ill by community standards] to kill without permission from their government/society, can words that been translated from thought into writing centuries ago and then translated over the years into and out of context have meaning here? I search my subculture for advice:
1 Corinthians 6:9-11: “Do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived! Fornicators, idolaters, adulterers, male prostitutes, sodomites, thieves, the greedy, drunkards, revilers, robbers — none of these will inherit the kingdom of God. And this is what some of you used to be. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and in the Spirit of our God.”
1 Timothy 1:9-11: “This means understanding that the law is laid down not for the innocent but for the lawless and disobedient, for the godless and sinful, for the unholy and profane, for those who kill their father or mother, for murderers, fornicators, sodomites, slave-traders, liars, perjurers, and whatever else is contrary to the sound teaching that conforms to the glorious gospel of the blessed God, which he entrusted to me.”
The afterlife is all fine and good for the dead but it is the living toward whom these stories are written — where in our exploration of the cosmos will our subcultures find common ground?
While we continue to celebrate the holidays with my new friends and family, enjoying this morning’s early breakfast hospitality of my brother in-law’s folks and, later, dinner with mine, my sister and I reconcile our differences, strengthening old sibling bonds that run deeper than temporary political hot topics.
My mother, in the meantime, reconnects me with the early adult education of my father, exemplified by the following scanned book/calendar/flashcard titles:
My brother in-law and I look through my father’s small collection of tools, from handmade ballpein hammers used in my great-grandfather’s metalsmithing days to brand-new circular blades still in their plastic packaging.
Let us remember the usefulness of what we have and worry less about what we don’t have.
The restaurant name that says it all: “Animal, Vegetable, Mineral and Things”
An incandescent bulb casts shadows, its light diffused by a lampshade, reflected off Christmas tree ornaments hanging off the conical shaped object we call the Christmas tree.
Shadows and diffused light.
Sadness and promises actualised.
The current calendar of the predominant culture in this area informs me today is Christmas.
At the North Pole today we have no sunshine.
At the South Pole we have plenty o’ sunshine.
On Mars this day is harder to comprehend, not being an essential part of a sol or a place in orbit around the Sun.
Without sunshine we have no crops — no grains, no vegetables, no fruit on the table. Nothing for animals to eat and us to eat them.
Life exists without sunshine but not without a solar system, as far as we know.
Earlier tonight, the remnants of the nuclear family — mother, son, daughter — sat on a church pew with son’s wife and daughter’s children to celebrate the birth of Jesus by listening to solo singers, brass ensemble, organist, choir, ministers, congregation and bell ringers, singing traditional Christmas music, and participating in the ritual that symbolises the Last Supper.
For the first time, without the paterfamilias.
On a damp, rainy day.
All of us in good health, with good clothes, good food, nice house, working motor vehicles and lacking for nothing important.
We suffer only the inability to form new memories with a living father.
Instead, we form new memories with the odd addition of electronic devices in our faces — mobile phones and tablet computers.
We are detached from each other, the fog of Internet connectivity clouding the old ways of communicating — playing card games, talking only amongst ourselves, the hum of television programs or radio/music machine in the background.
Can you believe that we used to allow the disruption of abacus practice and bookreading get in the way of a family get-together?!
The kids are too old for hide-n-seek or children’s board games. They don’t stay glued to the TV set watching cartoon shows.
All but my mother were well-trained, however, to sit here and use electromechanical audiovisual stimulation to rewire our brains.
I don’t miss my father as much as I did but his absence is present this Christmas season.
In his absence I don’t feel the need to extend love for every subculture out there, no reason to wish people “Happy Holidays!” to avoid accidentally making someone feel neglected because I didn’t specifically mention their [non]religious [sub]cultural ritualistic practices.
No apologies, no offense.
I can enjoy the habits of my childhood without feeling a need to defend my father’s imperfections to an imaginary set of critics looking to find a chink in my armour by comparing my personality traits to my father’s and saying, “Aha! We found a weakness in you that you knew came from your father but you didn’t overcome or correct.”
Yes, the ol’ internal critic raised its ugly head and I chopped it off tonight.
One less demonic voice in my thoughts that found faults in the tiniest behaviours.
Mourning and healing are emotional states for which I am grateful, able to distinguish myself from the cold, calculating combination of voltage states we call computing devices like this tablet PC.
There are other emotional states I want to face, including why I don’t want rock music or women leaders in the types of worship centres where I was raised — because both bring up sinful images for me, the sins of lust and gluttony.
So far, I have held up both the religious and secular meanings behind behaviours/traits because I write for a universe that contains mysteries explained and unknown.
A sin can lead to eternal damnation and to inefficient but effective social positioning.
By extension, what is guilt? Knowingly not aligned with expectations of your social peers, for instance?
It is 1:45 a.m. in the local time zone and I need to wake up at 6:30 a.m. for a long day of Christmas family activities so my delving into philosophical dissection of sin and guilt will wait until later.
It was a dark Christmas Eve without my father but we survived the ordeal and grew into different, perhaps even better, people in the process.
I want to devote some of my meditative mental activity on separating the subliminal threats, both physical and political, of the U.S. budget negotiations and determine how we unravel the domestic social fabric that has created an unsustainable network of government dependents and weave a new, flexible, sustainable web that’s compatible with the intricate operations of a global economy in transition from large-family based subsistence farming/ranching/shepherding to towering megapoli of decreasing populations dependently sucking up cheap rural resources nonstop.
What are the pitfalls and rewards from the 1000-year view?
What is the acceptable percentage of a global economy’s profit/harvest that we can dedicate to moving some of our eggs off this planet?
Let the 99-percent have their say in how they use their disposable income on infrastructure or playtoys.
Let the one-percent have their say in how they want life viewed from the top of the socioeconopolitical pyramid to look like 1000 years from now, as focused as they’ve been in playing the odds in the moment with a longterm winning view in mind (at the losing view of others in the one- and 99-percent, sometimes).
We win when our species leads the way for viable living options off this planet and out of this solar systems.
Otherwise, no ritual will make difference, no matter how much better we feel, healed and comforted by familiarity, for our descendants and their peers who inherit the handle that pumps the sustainable perpetuity of civilisation ultimately tied to our place in the natural environment of Earth, at least in the beginning…
treetrunkdings 