Time reads a 9:11 storyline

Greetings,

What a coincidence eh? Can you imagine, yes, probably, sitting down in some twilight zone country and the clock reads 9:11. Amazing. Yes, doesn't really matter now does it whether it's the after midnight or post midnight time significance now does it?

It all comes down to where you are when chimes, gongs, bells and sirens play music.

9:11 is 9:11 plain and simple simon met a pi (3.14159265) man going to the fair - selling a mathematical equation, martial law, a frantic run on banks and the immediate closing of all borders.

Time's up.

Peace.

Run the big show - MK 37

Greetings,

MK 37 is up with complete theoretical imaginary instructions on how to take control of a country, the people and all the natural resources. Create a government, print money, make an army. 1,2,3.

Easy to follow philosophical instructions. No heavy lifting required. It's pure, simple, immediate and direct with extensive subtle long range repercussions, effects, consequences, angst and leisure pleasure principles.

Listen carefully. Pay attention. Keep breathing and laughing.

Peace.

Kurt Vonnegut (1922-2007)

“Welcome to Earth. Hello babies. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’ ” - Kurt Vonnegut

So it goes.

Peace.

Kurt Vonnegut, Novelist, Dead at 84

War(s) Czar Vacancy

Greetings,

A great job is available in Washington. You get to run the war in Afghanistan and, as a special bonus with financial incentives including free meals, transportation and low premium insurance plan, you have the honor of running the Iraq mess.

Yes, it's true, the stone cold neo-cons are desperately looking for someone with a plan - any plan will do, cobbled together with inept corruption, graft and absolutely zero sense of historical perspective - to run the wars. Run them into debt, run them into a pre-fabricated invisible brick wall at high speed. Run and gun endless wars into Iraqi, Afghan cemeteries and VA hospitals.

Run the wars with integrity, dedication and carte blanc financial support from big oil and special interest groups.

Wheel and deal the war your way today. Say yes to this amazing long term disaster opportunity. They need a War Czar to assume total control and responsibility. Certified paranoid schizophrenic delusional maniacs, fools, thieves, morticians and gravediggers will receive hiring priority.

"Want to buy a good used car, mister?"

After hearing their sales pitch and declining to be za Czar, a retired general said, "They don't know what the hell they are doing."

Peace.

Whiner Convention Convenes

Greetings,

The 1st Provincial Whiner Convention got under way today, hey say children, "Can you whine with the best of them?"

"Yeah man, I started whining when I found out, being an only child in a one-child takes all crap game, that whining is a fantastic way to get things you want," said Faceless. "I wanted a lot then and I want more now."

"That's nothing," said Insecure, another whining contestant. "Whining is a fine art in my book. I've never read it because I'm lazy but I know how to whine with feeling. I've had practice. I practiced on my parents, practiced on my grandparents and now I practice on my friends. A little whine here and there works wonders. You ain't never get any good at whining in life without practice."

A whine went up from the crowd.

"We want a REAL whiner. These are fakes. They have no skill, ability, creativity or enthusiasm for whining. Send them back to Whiner Elementary. They are whining failures. Poor."

"Ok, ok," said Maladjusted, a whiner with a degree in Manipulation.

"How's this?" and they started yelling and screaming, contorting their face into tears, stamping their feet demanding instant gratification.

"Give it to me now!
"Give it to me now!
"Give it to me now!
"I will whine until you give it to me!"
"I am a spoilled brat and I demand you to give it to me NOW!

The crowd gratefully swallowed the passive-aggressive whining performance.

"Not bad," one whiner said to another whiner.
They voted with their feet to Whiner Street to practice whining in public.

Peace.