Just Some Boring Commentary

“To achieve the impossible; it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.”

````````````Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins


The news today is as dismal as it usually is, but, just as typically, there are bright spots. Well, one bright spot, anyway. Sort of. Maybe. I mean, if this is really the beginning of the end of the Fed, it is a great day for America and the world...and an even greater day for Ron Paul because he can finally say, "I told you so."

But what if it is just talk and the Fed doesn't end...No, we won't even go there because, while it is a possibility, I don't want to be responsible for a mass intention assault going in the wrong direction. Not that anyone really wants the Fed to continue but all ten million of you, my loyal daily readers, thinking about it maybe going on might be enough to make it happen and I don't need that cluttering up my Karma rap sheet.

I figure there must be already way too much on it...all false, trumped up charges, I might add but what good does that do? You can explain it all down at city hall till you're blue in the face and the establishment still rolls right over you...cause why else would I stuck here?

So we'll just stick to the belief that this is indeed the end of the Fed. And then what? My guess is that Barack Obama will be finally on the road to proving that he is indeed the Living God we all hope he is and the IRS will be the next to go. And, once those two massive cornerstones of fascism are dead and buried the other dominoes will fall without any real effort at all.

And then, we can get on with the business of being free, happy and productive. You know, all the things that America was intended for. And, with us no longer mucking up the works, so will the rest of the world. I don't know for sure if all this will lead to everyone living in a huge lush garden where the biggest fashion question will be which fig leaf to wear and the biggest problem facing everyone is the price of apples, which are obscenely expensive because they are so naughty and forbidden but you'd pretty much have to be crazy to not think that it will turn out that way.

And then...oh, hold on a minute, my Chief Executive Vice President In Charge Of Playing Doctor, Nurse Ratched, just walked in. This might take a while because Mildred says that it's medicine time and Dr. Morticia Strangelove, my personal physician has ordered 1 tsp/5 million cc of that drug that killed Michael Jackson for me.

That seems like a rather large dose to me but who am I to argue with a doctor? So, I'll get back to you right after I take all these pills. Morticia says injections work better but I have a completely rational fear of needles.