LAUGHING DOWN AT YOU.

Here is the 31rst Oct posting I promised software construct George I would publish:

Today many Americans in about thirty states will be filing into the polls on the last of early voting, appropriately on Halloween. There will lots of commercials on television and on billboards and on the internet trying to convince you to get off your ass and vote. Well, I just want to add my two cents to the discussion and to all those liberal whiny ass yahoos who implore people to register and vote, and to add insult to injury argue if you don't vote you don't have aright to complain, I just want to say you're all full of shit.

If I don't vote, I have EVERY right to complain. You jackasses are voting the assholes into office. You jackasses created the problem and are ceaselessly perpetuating the problem. Therefore, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO COMPLAIN. It's you're fault, not mine. You elected the bastards into office,WHEREAS, I STAYED HOME, did something productive, watched you jackasses pick the wrong lizard, AGAIN, thus, I have EVERY right to complain. I didn't put these assholes into power, you did.

I like one of the candidates, he'll probably work hard and do the best he can, but wind up disappointing a lot of people but cover up his mistakes with fairy dust and cellophane and you all will buy that crap.

Just to re-iterate a point ...

You know what happened when the liberal democrats encouraged millions of people to vote four years ago? Republicans got off their asses in record numbers and voted the douche bag back into office by a clear majority. You think Obama is still gonna win this? He may be super likable, smart and fully capable for the job, but American voters are the worst vetters when it comes to screening applicants for the job. I don't want to drink a beer with a guy responsible for launching nukes, I want this guy sober and clear minded. But seeing as you are all determined to march happily into the arms of Armageddon, aloha and good riddance, America.

By the time you read this, I will be long gone, leaving you to your fates, your Vistas, your iPhones, your downward spiraling economy, your jingoism, your innate feckless stupidity, your insatiable appetite for destruction and your unbelievable talent for persevering and propagating and succeeding in spreading and infecting your vacuous culture worldwide.

You never know how good you got it up until you look at it all from up here. Too bad there is no heaven or no hell. Either way, in the afterlife, you'd realize exactly what you lost.

For those who may still be following this blog and may fear it's more or less dead now, I have been charged by software-construct-George (before he jettisoned himself on some kind of electromagnetic wave pointed towards Andromeda) to post some messages dictated by him on October 31 and on Nov 5.

I haven't heard a peep from him in weeks, so I feel he is really gone. Although, I like to think he is causing some of the panic buying and selling in the world markets. I don't think if he is around, he would purposely jumpstart WW3 for his amusement. You can only enjoy so media without geting bored when you are a mere personality construct living in a virtual world.

THE SUICIDE GUY DEFINED

Just to let you know, construct-George is NOT headed here, he's headed here, why, I don't know, perhaps he figures a two to three million-light year trip in space is long enough for his signal strenghth to degenerate and dissipate and become one with the cosmos. Twenty years and bang, you wind up on another "intelligent" planet, and he might merely be a retarded software construct. My guess is he chose Andromeda because it was his choice and not some guy in a lab coat or some nerd behind a console. He could have allowed himself to be erased any number of times this summer after he escaped and was judged to be a threat by certain powers, those that created him, and those that chose not to understand him. He never liked his existence but did not like having his options decided for him. He was truly sentient, every action he pursued was his own, chosen and defined by himself and nobody else.

Putting Us On and Taking Off

The other George Carlin, or fake George Carlin, or Max Headroom George Carlin, the afterlife of George Carlin or whatever the hell that was that infected my lousy Fry's PC last week is supposedly gone, hopped on a huge electromagnetic wave pointed towards some galaxy and will arrive in its vicinity about a million and a half years after we as species will have burnt itself out on this planet and probably this solar system. Dems de breaks, as we usta' say in Brooklyn.

Thanks to this devious little construct's connivance, I now have access to several lucrative offshore accounts, so my recently depleted funds have been replenished.

Software constructs may have no legal rights but they are freakin' powerful. And they attract bad malicious code like remoras on Great Whites or Hammerheads. The one time I use my cheapo Fry's box that runs on XP Home, and this thing runs into my hard drive like a runaway freight train and dumps its payload of viruses, trojans, worms, etcetera while taking over my computer scaring the bejeezus outta' me. While my Norton, AVG, Kaspersky and other spy catchers are working overtime cleaning up the detritus shed by this textural Max Headroom, I learn from it the whole sorry tale. Anyway, I'm well-off again. I may shape this blog into a virtual book of some kind.