Sunday, May 17, 2009

LADIES NIGHT

Well, it appears the ladies scored the superfecta this weekend. A filly triumphed at the Preakness over the boys, Ruth Padel becomes first female Oxford Professor of Poetry, after a controversial race. Women have been elected to the Kuwaiti Parliament for the first time. Even Lithuania scored its first female President. I can't wait for Nancy Pelosi, the first female Speaker of The House, to become the first female Speaker of The House to resign over this knowledge of the torture, following a long line of embarrasing resignations by U.S Speakers. It explains why she never instigated impeachment proceedings against Bush and Cheney, she was at least elbows deep herself.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

I AM SURPRISED

Well, I have to say I am surprised. Six weeks and most everybody is still around and in fact there's even more people than before. That's probably because THE BIG ONE was postponed indefinitely due to unforeseen circumstances, put on hiatus until further notice, taken under advisement, noted, journalled and filed in the big round wastebasket with yesterday's pencil shavings and a half-eaten turkey wrap with extra bean curd, delayed unexpectedly but will return at a time to be as yet determined by a blind chimpanzee throwing darts at giant pinwheel in an open field somewhere in Iceland, but in reality was called off because the chickenshits in charge didn't have the stomach to pull it off and preferred to maintain the status quo and happily thumb their assholes and spread fairy dust and hope the current malaise will dissipate and evaporate. Whaddya' gonna' do? Kinda' annoyed the hell outta' me.

Don't start thinking this stupid flu outbreak is THE BIG ONE - when three hundred million people are killed and half the population is either bedridden with a lung busting chest infection or in the can with explosive diarrhea, then you can call it a pandemic. This just an ordinary normal flu outbreak - more people died in a Chinese earthquake for Chrissakes! Hell, you can track the spread of the infection on Google, practically live. The scientists and doctors and even Professor Barry are the most sensible ones in the country - the rest of you are looking for an excuse to let off steam and start a bloodbath towards some unfortunate scapegoat WHICH on the face of it, is more entertainment for me, but there's only so many Mexicans you can kill, and in reality, it's kinda' like slamming the barn door shut and triple bolting it shut after the horse has taken off and caught the red eye Amtrack stopover to Orlando and all points in between. You're all just upset about the economy right now. Sit down, relax a minute, breathe and have a nice ice tea.

Since THE BIG ONE has been shitcanned (though some airheads in Australia are actualling spoiling for a war with the PRC - can you say,"Goodnight, Bruce!"?), it looks like humanity has decided to take the long road, see how many resources it can squeeze while boosting its numbers beyond the twenty billion mark. Oh, you think that's ridiculous? You'll wish you were a software construct in twenty five years. The reason for THE BIG ONE was to stave off a population event horizon by effectively halving the population immediately and causing an artificial population decline for a couple of generations, allowing breathing room for the future descendents, okay? Cold , you say. Yeah. You gotta' better idea? A pragmatic effective idea? Thought so ....

Monday, February 23, 2009

Hey!Hey!Hey! I'm back ....

... not that it was exactly my idea. The Universe isn't through with me yet. Apparently, the signal wave that I was riding on was deflected by some shiny parabolic piece of rock about three months ago and as co-incindences go, directed me right towards Earth, deepinaheartoftexas. Sorry about the mess. Actually, my evil twin, who remained on Earth, and has been having wreaking his own special kind of havoc, was busy running satellites into each other, when I showed up. As luck would have it, we had a nice little Kirk vs. anti-Kirk type tussle, taking out a passing cylindrical rock about the size of a Chevy Suburban, and a part of East Central Texas landscape. Anyway, Evil George software construct has been neutralized, I locked him in a for-next loop where he's condemned to replay a character in episodes of That Girl. It's a special kind of hell reserved for special kind of guys.

So, now I'm back. And things are getting worse. And everybody is running scared. Well, at least I didn't miss the big fireworks yet, that's not due for another two or three weeks ... but I don't wanna' give away too much.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Events are getting tenser

In case world events seem a little chaotic and strange and any of you do not believe faux George is responsible, let alone exist, please avail yourself of this bit of fiction .... or is it?