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90 Day Evaluation

Having now spent three months living eating and sleeping the National CHANGE from tightie whitey red briefs to loose, slick silky blue boxers, methinks they still clothe the same sweaty crotch-rotten package, the same inflamed, diseased nutsack and the same bent, semi-hard caulk with the same tendencies toward incontinence and premature ejaculation.

Meet the New Boss.
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He spends like the old boss, Drunken Sailor Sam. We don’t have to worry about that fiscal responsibility bullshit; living within ones’ means is for individuals and businesses – not governments.

He embraces the unitary executive like the old boss- seeking to quash all legal action designed to prosecute unconstitutional warrantless domestic spying, as well as all attempts to reveal the nature and depth of said spying. Here I was afraid he’d hold ATT to the same standards as you or I when it comes to illegal data-mining and pesky privacy, but he fooled me and supported the position of the previous administration. And in the Name of National Security.

Way to go, New Boss!!

He embraces and maintains this sweeping dictatorial authority for the same reason as his predecessor:

The New Boss fully supports a Perpetual War on Terror at home and abroad, and thereby needs and claims the authority to suspend any and all constitutional, individual rights in the name of National Security.

What a relief. I was afraid change meant we’d have a pussy in the WH.

It’s not just the evildoers that we have to fight over there so we don’t have to fight ‘em over here. It’s also the Enemy Within – real and potential – that we must keep an eye on over here so they don’t become terrorists or get recruited by others who might become terrorists or otherwise act on/in/for extremist beliefs. Sure, the E.W. has changed his spots since the old boss moved out and the New Boss has moved in; he’s no longer the black-masked leftist anarchist, the anti-capitalist hippie, the quaker peacenick or the violent environmental activist; he’s now the gun-rights advocate, the returning vet, the states rights activist, the teabagging, easily led, right-wing extremist, the religious fundamentalist, the anti-interventionist and the anti-internationalist.

When you’re the guvmint, old boss or New Boss, there’s always an Enemy Within, just as there’s always a Moral, Just and Necessary Mission to be Accomplished Over There.

The New Boss has smartly and rightly preserved his supra-constitutional authority to keep a special eye on the Enemy Within, and the extra-judicial means to indefinitely detain them without charges and without the due process of law.

The New Boss, like the old boss, has smartly and rightly embraced the ultimate Moral Authority of American Exceptionalism. No domestic or international criminal prosecution for our former leaders/accused war criminals. It is our right and duty to hold the Saddams and Milosevics and their complicit minions accountable for their actions, but when it comes to our own miscreants, we have chosen a superior moral position that usurps principle, consistency, accountability, due process and the rule of law: it’s called, “moving forward.”

For those who have yet to hop on the ObamaWagon, the time is Now.

Embrace change.

It’s not all that different as you mighta thunk it to be.

With Texans talking secession, Alaskans challenging federal gun control, and angry redneck teabagging threatening to disturb the peace, DHS can’t sit on their hands and wait for an actual crime to occur. We can’t allow the smoking gun to be a mushroom cloud ignited by domestic lunatics, rising like Lucifer’s shadow over an Amerkin city.

We are the United States of America. We are facing unprecedented economic catastrophe, ever-growing future indebtedness, increasing threats from rogue states and global terrorism. We must pull together for the good of the nation. If Obama can’t persuade us to unite for the Greater Good, he must use more assertive means. You can’t argue rationally with those whose overgrown limbic systems preclude them from understanding and grasping the superiority of central planning. You can, however, use the threat of prosecution to intimidate the majority of the dissenters, and the power and authority of the unitary executive in a time of war to gather up and silence the remaining terrorist sympathizers.

Thank Science we didn’t hold the last administration accountable for their dirty deeds. We’d never have the power today to fight the real Enemy Within.

The Santa Claus Conspiracy, Part  Dew

Let us return to the metaphor of  “Santa Claus: Benevolent Conspiracy” as it relates to money and banks and fear and faith.

In the case of Sanity Claus, the conspirators must maintain a sufficient degree of consistency and credibility in their deception in order to perpetuate the conspiracy, to alleviate the doubt and boost the faith of the true believer.  Don’t ever give them REASON to doubt, for they will surely grasp upon it if the least bit curious, and eventually unravel the whole freakin’ fairy tale.  Inconsistency was the hobgoblin that swallowed my parents’ version of the myth, and its role in my belief system.  You can’t, on one hand, reward and encourage a child to examine the universe from a scientific, rational, logical western perspective and then try to feed the same child fairy tales about a fat fucker with a flying sleigh.

Cognitive dissonance breeds the questioning of authority and reality.

Unlike myself, when my own children came to the realization that Santa was a crock of shit, they kept their mouths shut. For years. Their faith had been replaced with the fear that if they dared utter the truth, the presents would cease to appear.

They tolerated the deception as long as the gifts came in.  We played along as long as the requests were reasonable.

They knew, and we knew that they knew and we all played make-believe and nobody got hurt because everyone played nice.  If the players become either greedy or irresponsible, the game collapses.

For the kids, that meant reasonable requests.

For the adults: don’t promise what you can’t deliver.

The benevolent conspiracy, the Fractured Fairy Tale of Fractional Reserve Lending and debt-based currency is beginning to unravel.

The reason?

In a word, greed.

Unreasonable expectations.

Unrealistic promises.

Prosperity, abundance and the delusion that Santa can deliver whatever our heart desires has turned us into a society that engages in willful co-conspiring year round.

“Where’s dinner?”

“Under the tree!”

You can only keep the fairy tale alive as long as you don’t try to squeeze too much magic out of it.  Everyone’s gotta play nice, or else.

We have – both literally and figuratively – bought a little to deeply and selfishly into the myth that we can create something from nothing at all.

We’re afraid to call out the allegedly adult co-conspirators for their deception and irresponsible actions, because we’ve become reliant on their largesse for our very survival.

Our faith has been replaced with the fear that if we dare utter the truth, the gifts under the tree will vanish.

The fairy tale:

Too Big To Fail.

Realty is gravity:

i.e.,

What goes up

Must come down.

Lest ye be spooked by my lunatic howlings, look at the Light Side of the Moon.

Defy gravity with levity.

Spin to the yin that completes the yang.

Decouple your perception of value from the dollar standard.

The Power to Love is an unlimited commodity; adopt it as your currency.

Measured in gigaHugz and delivered in person.

Door to door, face to face, cheek to cheek;

On demand or on the dance floor.

If we all play nice, any myth will suffice.

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Magic, Monetary Policy and the Santa Claus Conspiracy

I was five years old when I unearthed the first of many conspiracies being perpetrated upon me. One could also say that it was my first conscious awareness of cognitive dissonance within the belief system that was being fed to my young and gullible mind.

Science Bless my ‘rents, for they had nurtured and encouraged my natural curiosity about the way the world operated, and had begun to provide me with the rudimentary tools of western rational thought. Ironically it was these very tools that led me to the inescapable conclusion that Santa Claus was bullshit.

Maybe I should have been angered or hurt by the revelation that I’d been willfully deceived by those in whom I’d placed unconditional faith and trust, but I wasn’t, or if I was I was too wrapped up in the sweet triumphant taste of having single-handedly, rationally and logically deduced the fraudulent nature of this mythical Claus d00d who had previously seemed to defy natural law by figuratively and literally flying in the face of all things rational and reasonable.

There was a catch, of course. Taking Kris Kringle out of the equation collapsed the cloud of magical possibility into a finite set defined by the ways, means and will of the parental units.

Ah, but there was another catch, and this one was the best of all:  If I kept my mouth shut and played along, I would continue to receive: not from a magical bounty, but with the most abundant generosity that my parents budget would allow. Since “Santa” had delivered pretty well in the past, I wouldn’t suffer any future losses so long as I didn’t “spoil the magic” for my siblings.

This was my initiation into the Great and Benevolent Santa Claus Conspiracy, and, until today, I have never revealed these secrets to any True Believers.

It sucks to find out that magicians are just con artists until you become a magician, promise to keep your mouth shut, and become skillful and consistent at performing professionally for fame, fortune, awe, and respect.

Modern illusionists don’t need the absolute faith of the innocent child to perpetuate the power of their “magic.” They just need to be crafty, adept, and deceptive enough to impress and confound the observer with a WTF moment.

How does he DO that?

Leave ‘em guessin’ and they’ll keep coming back for more.

There are only three requirements for the perpetuation of magic’s myth and  marketability.

  1. Integrity/accountability. A sleight of hand artist that can leave Joe the Plumber slack-jawed as he “magically” pulls Joe’s wristwatch out of his own breast pocket HAS TO GIVE THE WATCH BACK before the performance is over. If the entire audience realized that they too had been “magically” relieved of their watches rings, blackberries, and the “magician” shrugged his shoulders and merely said, “Don’t look at me,” I doubt he’d sell too many tickets once the word got around.
  2. Novelty. The act must be presented as something new and different. Rad the label: Magic fades with repeated watchings.
  3. “Honor amongst thieves.” Don’t let Penn and Teller fool you. They’re expository performances are no more of a threat to the Blaines and Copperfields  (and thereby the industry as a whole) than the “revelation” that “some porn stars have fake tits” is to the porn industry at large.

As long as the above requirements are met, the masses will entertain the myth of magic to a level that perpetuates the game. We know it ain’t real, but like Santa Claus, it’s benign enough, and nobody’s being fleeced beyond the price they agreed to pay. We willfully submit ourselves to the deception so long as it doesn’t hurt us.

If, on the other hand, bands of sleight of hand artists, illusionists and smooth talking magic men swept into our cities and towns and performed their act, and we fed them well and put them up and turned our heads when they kissed our daughters at the door, and we awoke to find that everything we had was gone…

Ladies and gentleman, seekers of divine Alumination, phants, phreaks and pharts alike, the time has come to open your hearts and your minds, your eyes and, of course, your wallets.

What do yo see before you?

A Federal Reserve Note, backed solely by the “good faith and credit of the United States of America.”

This final benevolent conspiracy is just a little different from the last two, because there’s no real choice regarding participation.

We’re all in, all of us, for the duration.

Let us Play:

Dear conspiratorial Universe, grant me the ability to make/believe, to conjure the Power to Love, to metamorph the metaphor and mutate the vision to the Outer Limits of Reality Television, and to inspire my fellow sisbrahtheren to invoke the inner imagination that reveals the substance behind the Question we Dare Not Ask:

If the Money Magicians fail to deliver, if they fail to act in good faith, if they are three card monte swindlers and pick-pocketing scammers rather than generous loving benevolent parents or an upstanding legitimate performers, when we close your eyes and open them again, what will remain, and what will have disappeared?

Please ponder the unponderable as the plate is passed, keeping in mind that here in my house your money’s no good, and I only accept voluntary donations of Aluminated Love.

Any denomination is fine.  Even if you only have a few sense left to your name, now is the time to give.

Peas bewitch you.