Send In The Clowns: Chapter of Dystopia

Or myopia.

You decide.

Ninety years of Chinese Communist rule – millions dead, polluted rivers, suppressed freedoms, pretending to know what or how to rule – the modern success story!

Western nations should be proud they were such great influences…millions dead, polluted rivers, suppressed freedoms, pretending to know what or how to rule…lol…rofl…

Rumour has it that Latinos won’t buy Lenovo computer equipment because they think it is a Chinese misspelling of Lenova, “The No Go.”

Fareed failed the American loyalty test this morning and was sentenced by the Committee to ten more years of believing people care what he has to say in his writing just because they were convinced to make him a bestseller.

Same for the proponents of outliers and black swans.

If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitschin’.
Of course, the American loyalty test, an out-of-date artifact of NCLB (No Child’s Left Behind), a conspiracy of the right, of course, to regress public education and create more compliant, ignorant subjects for King George III, of course, of course, is itself a failure.

My kingdom for a course, curriculum or curricula – agricola, amo, amas, amat, Ricola! Rick, ole’!

Who is King George III, you ask?

Good question.

No relation to the first two Georgian leaders (you know, thousand points of light, no new taxes, mission accomplished, etc.).

Or The One Who Ruled After.

If you can’t trust yourself to know how far you can throw a Democrat or Republican, then what can you do?

Throw ’em all out!

Or, destroy the dysfunctional system and start all over.

Take a walk across the geographical territory you call your country and see how diverse it really is.

And how diversity and openness makes the country strong.

Sure, we’ve got problems, but the problems are perennial and minor in comparison to our everyday solutions.

If we aren’t willing to face criticism for the sake of bettering ourselves, then we never will.

[Figure that last one out on your own time.]

Leadership is an illusion without followers.

Failure is a lesson in disguise.

We have moved our…that is, the Committee has moved its invisible mercenary troops into Norway for their own protection.

[Just who is “they,” “them,” or “their”?]

Who wants to be next?

China, you need some help shoring up your poor internal security problems?

After all, who would sabotage modern technology?

Who wants to know?

The Committee’s goal is to pacify the people with simple diversions of real-life stories about heroes and villains while continuing the purposeful spread of life into the solar system and beyond.

George, gorge, Jorge, puddin’ and pie.

How next shall we entertain your humdrum lives?

Stay tuned to the next revolution of the LP record under the screeching stylus.

When puppets are reduced to states of energy that are easily manipulated at all levels (what is the LHC for, anyway?), they become…

I told the Committee not to put an amateur professional amateur comedian in charge.

Now look what happens.

14,163 days to go…

Do you feed or starve your fears? : Chapter Le Crimp

She sat in the auditorium chair, shaking her crossed leg, a normal post-speech habit.

She had researched many jokes to tell during her presentation, Better Together: A Story About the Power of Connectionalism.

One she had not told:

I like to stay in shape physically so, when out of town recently, I called the local gym.  I asked if they had a swimming pool.  “Sorry, it’s closed because it’s not working.”  Did they have a weight room.  “Sorry, it’s closed because it’s not working.”  Did they have an elliptical training room?  “Sorry, it’s closed because it’s not working.”  Did they at least have a sauna to use after a long run?   “Sorry, it’s closed because it’s not working.”  Well, I asked, is anything working in that gym?  “Yes,” the receptionist replied, “but I’m not worth much.”

Somewhere, the refrains of Bach’s Air from the Ouverture No. 3 in D major, BWV 1068, played on the Light Classical Music Choice digital channel, Matthias Bamert, Conductor of the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra.

Echoes of Joel Robinson, soloist, singing Great Is Thy Faithfulness, pushed against the sounds of people breathing, motor vehicles accelerating and Kevin Long’s organ piping.

Dr. Tom Lovell thought back to his sermon, Predestination: Is It All Planned Out?

O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing.

Gene Joiner, executive director of Maranatha Camp and Conference Center stood up to speak that day – 24th July 2011 – to announce the exciting news the camp had hosted 463 campers that summer.

Wilson Blair, with a nod to Warner Durnell, handed out copies of a document that declared:

THIS IS TO CERTIFY

THAT

Chapter of Presbyterian Men, First Presbyterian Church, Athens, Ala.

is officially affiliated with the

NATIONAL COUNCIL of PRESBYTERIAN MEN

in the

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Rosemary thought back about her speech.  There she was, a CLP, happily married for 32 years.  A student of the Book of Order, old and new.

She remembered well her conversion to Presbyterianism, having wandered from her Catholic upbringing through the Episcopal denomination.

New faces bring new ideas.

“How many Presbyterians does it take to change a light bulb? ‘Change?’ the Presbyterian congregation asks in shock.”

Organised people love Presbyterianism because their religious practice is conducted by committee – better together, in other words.

A look back is a look forward.

Love – social connectedness on the individual, family or cultural level – is what a female-led flock in Big Cove, Alabama, is all about.

Better than a 30-minute wait for a cup of soup at a local restaurant because only the overworked kitchen workers, not the servers, have permission to dip a ladle in the vat.

Manage by walking around and make proactive changes, regardless of corporate office edicts, religious or secular.

= = =

Thanks to Katie Erickson at The Apollo Cafe, Ricky D at [unnamed because of poor kitchen service, despite post-service discount provided by the manager, Dustin], Aaron/Zach/Crystal/Dana/Pat/Carson at UBC, Amber at Arby’s, Octavio R at Sandoval’s, Kim and elizaBeth at Panera Bread, Kay Hanks at Publix, kitchen workers at Maranatha dining hall.

Plate o’ Prawns: Chapter Feels the Pain

When dreams and reality are meaningless labels, the rest is…

Alpha and Omega.

The local power plant – Watts Bar – showcased in a German publication.

A dream last night:

Trapped on a playground/ballfield when a nuclear blast firestorm wipes away everything today, not the day after, a covert operation team safely hours away on a train.

Waking up, heart pounding, headache, high blood pressure, unable to sleep.

Replaying the homemade space shuttle video over and over, remembering my dead brother in-law, two of whose experiments flew on a shuttle, shedding a tear.

Time an illusion.

And then the appearance of a terrorist attack in Norway, heart of the part of the world where 23andme recently reported my paternal DNA is located.

Who is trying to rile my anger?

Who wants to see my redhead rage in full force?

History is full of retaliation for retaliation, ad infinitum.

While building an empire to settle the solar system, I’m willing to take time out to settle old scores, especially if the venture is profitable politically, socially and monetarily.

You light a candle and turn the other cheek while meditating, if you want.

I’m lighting a fire under someone’s misguided intention.

Woken from a nap

[Personal note]

In yet another conflux of intersecting events, the last Harry Potter movie and the next Winnie the Pooh movie were released on the same weekend my oldest nephew married while the last operational U.S. space shuttle orbited Earth.

In the latest issue of “American Currents,” the article titled ‘Fixing the Broken Triangle: Working to Build Bridges Between Aquarium Hobbyists, Fisheries Biologists, and Academics’ caught my eye’s attention.

Snagged it, really.

My cousin loaned me “Matterhorn,” a novel about the Vietnam War from an American’s perspective.

Set a couple of photo albums to ‘Everyone’ access on facebook and my wife found herself tagged in photos displayed in search results after Googling herself.

Watched NASA TV for a while on the last full day of the STS-135 mission.

Pondered the future of crayons in a world of electronic colouring books. Are the days of rough paper drawing surfaces behind us?

What of the future away from nanotechnology?

Is there still money to be made producing/selling buggy whips?

How often do intended consequences occur?

Rumour has it that the Mumbai bombings were retaliation for India contracting with China to check smartphones for hidden code.

The diversionary game of headline rumourmonging is a special hobby of mine, fiction writing for the pleasure of predicting pedestrian futures.

Perception is the deception of reality and vice versa.

Plumbing the depths of universal mysteries keeps me from staring at my mortality.

Personal relationships get in the way of testing hypotheses and reporting new scientific discoveries.

Would you rather be the best parent in your subculture or figure out a way to convert raw resources on the Moon into a 3D printer/teleportation device that transports space habitats and people from Earth in order to build a lunar Mars-to-Earth spaceport relay station?

I gave up my Earth citizenship and joined the Solar System Org just so I could be the first to issue Milky Way currency, universally accepted everywhere and not subject to the politics of Earth-based coinage.

Swelled Response

A debt of gratitude to all those who participated in the tiger kidnappings this past week.  We have raised billions, yes, BILLIONS, in our effort to retake the reins of control for ourselves and take them away from the overprivileged, hyperactive elites.

However, one small note…

We have a surplus of tigers.

I didn’t know there were so many different kinds of tigers, either.

Therefore, please cut down the actual tiger kidnappings.

[note to self: gotta remember some people will take you literally no matter how explicit your implicit instructions may be]

Now, back to the book currently in progress.

If you believe they put a man on the moon…

Today, the WTO agreed to outlaw rating agencies because the buffoons have overstepped their bounds as government/business puppets.

A thanks to the pay-coms in Huntsville – Marshall Space Flight Center is a special place.

It’s Wednesday, so it must be Tuesdy – thanks to Beauregard’s and other places I’ve fallen behind in thanking for their business and their employees’ service.