Category: Deep State

  • Special Service Agent in Charge Scruffy don’t work for free…

    Outside the Lincoln Memoral, Washington DC, January 19, 2019:

    “Help a furloughed government worker?”

    “Help a furloughed government worker?”

    ”Yeah I saw you looking at me!  I know you have spare change!  Where you going?  He’s coming for you too!  He’ll rape you and your planet!”

    No. Not me. I got my suit from Woolworth’s, and damnit, I look pretty damn good.

    Imagine if you will, a man in a cheap suit sitting in front of the crowded Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC.  He claims to be a furloughed government worker, with his agency no longer funded due to the government shut down.  The man, in a cheap suit not because he is frugal, but because he is grossly underpaid and under appreciated by the very people he has sworn to protect.  Now imagine him heavily addicted to nicotine, and highly depedent upon alcohol but now has no per diem for the travel he did on behalf of Uncle Sam.  He has no way to pay for his bad habits, and no reason to believe anyone cares for him.  He sits in front of a crowded Lincoln Memorial, a site many of you once visited, and held in awe of the awesome specacle that is the memorial.  

    “SPACE SMITH is coming, he is coming for you!”

     

    He speaks in awkward phrases and tells people government secrets he is no longer paid to protect.

    ”The rock floating in space, Oumaumua, is no rock!  Its a spaceship with an ancient evil coming in to rape our very existence!”

    He’s not a madman.   Imagine this is a broken man, with no reason to continue on with his existence in this world.  Telling the world the truth behind the things the government does not wish for you and I to know.

    ”SPACE SMITH will rape you all if you don’t give me a cigarette!”

    A Good Samaritan in a MAGA hat gives him a cigarette.

    ”Thank you, could you spare a light?  I traded away the last of my matches because I ran out of money.  Government shutdown and all.  HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?  You can’t leave me here without a light.  SPACE SMITH IS COMING.  He’s been on Earth before!”

    He yells constantly, but others won’t listen.  His fantastic claims of grand conspiracies, meaningless job titles, and special discounted rates for government employee’s at your local Marriott go dismissed by the passers by.

    “Please donate your spare change…SPACE SMITH RAPED THE MOON! Give me your change or he’ll stick his big, fat, quantum tallywhacker inside your planet!”

    Imagine still, in spite of everything we just witnessed, this wasn’t the stupidest thing that happened that cold January day in front of the Lincoln Memorial.

  • Political Daydreams Part I: A more Perfect Union

    Someday, I will go about writing down my actual personal anti-philosophy, why I think that taking politics seriously and trying to live a non-contradictory life is not only futile, but foolish and anti-human.  But that will have to wait for when I’m in the mood to speak with sincerity.  For now, you get this.  This is a series of partially-baked ideas about how to make the United States a better country and to help it remain a single country.  Fantasies about how to split the country into decent humans and filthy statists will happen in part II.  Mainly though, this is here to give all of you Glibs that give me opinions a chance to share their half-baked opinions on how to improve the country (I know you all have them) without having go go through the arduous initiation ritual of becoming a Featured Contributor (seriously, get circumcised before you send your first article to submit@glibertarians.com. SP’s rusty can lids aren’t nearly as sharp as she claims.)  I suppose you foreigners can chime in too about how America sucks and your “all dressed” flavor totally isn’t just barbecue flavor.

    People are the problem.  As Douglas Adams wisely noted, anyone who wants power must be kept away from it.  While that’s not completely possible, it should be more possible to ensure that power blocs are broken up and different factions with competing interests could be set up to keep each other in check.  Basically, in order to keep the country from actually, legitimately going into civil war, we have to avoid a situation in which a significant chunk of the population becomes an unbreakably subservient caste to those in power.  This is already happening  e.g. NYC v. NYS but the right to move out of NY acts as a safety valve.

    Idea 0:  Federalism.  it’s a thing.  Do it.

    Idea 1:  End Sovereign Immunity.  ‘Nuff said.

    Idea 2:  Crimes shall be limited to only those actions which deprive someone of life liberty or property via force or fraud.

    Idea 3:  End federal funding of private organizations.  The major target here are the political parties. Political parties are not supposed to be parts of the U.S. government.

    Idea 4:  Keep the Electoral College.

    Idea 5:  While the 17th Amendment was a terrible idea, repealing it at this point would be even worse.  The most likely scenario upon repeal (IMO) would be that each state would continue to directly elect their senators in the name of democracy, but it is also possible that the states could do something awful like set up senatorial districts.

    Idea 6:  Voting changes, as follows (mix and match):

    Idea 6a – Instant runoff voting.  Not as good as being able to legally kick in the teeth of anyone who says “you’re wasting your vote!” but it’s probably as good as we can get for now.

    Idea 6b – Including a binding “none of the above” option.  When included with 6a, this could make for some hie-larious results.

    Idea 7:  Aleatocracy.  The Senate represents “The States,” the House represents “The People.”  But as anyone who is even vaguely educated about sampling knows, electing from a pool of self-selected candidates can not ever be representative of the population.   Therefore, members of the House of Representatives should be selected at random from the population*.  The brilliance of this is that the house can never be “too” white, straight, Christian, whatever, but will always be representative of the population that it is supposed to… represent.  We’d see the first ambidextrous Zoroastrian vegisexual furry in congress.  There would be some guy who would vote “yes” by crushing a beer can on his head and “no” by farting.  To make serving their term less onerous, we could give them a “secure” laptop (or maybe just a BlackBerry) so they could vote from home.  Those who want the pomp can take their salaries and fly to DC.

    Now, it’s great to not have an entrenched, self-perpetuated political caste, but how do you keep power from just shifting one step away?  That is, if the legislature is changing at random, how do we keep laws from being made purely by lobbyists, or the civil service caste from becoming the only thing that matters?  I don’t know, how does Texas do it?  I’m not too concerned about lobbyists.  Lobbying only works if the effort is worth the return.  And without any long-term relationships being formable, it becomes much more expensive to lobby Representatives (though I would expect all that money to just slide over to the Senate).  The permanent bureaucracy is more problematic, and I don’t really have an answer to that.  Maybe bring back the spoils system?  You guys can come up with one, I’m sure.

    *Technically, you could make the claim that the pool that representatives are drawn from should be the entire country, not state-by-state.  However, drawing by state will help break up power blocs and ensure that low-population states have any of their citizens represented at all

     

  • We Interrupt this Transmission

    Recorded from Durham University institute for Computational Cosmology—March 2018

    “This is absolutely amazing.”  Kegerreirris exclaimed.

    He raced through the lab shouting happily as he finally found evidence to support his theory of Uranus.

    ”Cue the Ron Paul GIF.  ITS HAPPENING!”

    He continued running and slapped an unsuspecting graduate student in her supple behind.  Recognizing his mistake, he quickly to found a male grad student and slapped his behind as well.

    ”What are you doing professor?” The female grad student asked incredulously.

    “Um…Never mind that!  I finally solved the riddle to Uranus!”  Kegerreirris shouted.  Echoing through the crowded hallway.

    “My what?”  The female grad student asked.

    “Uranus!”  Kegerreirris replied.

    ”Her’s may be, but there is no riddle with mine.”  The male grad student said.  Writing his Twitter handle on Kegerreirris‘ hand.

    ”You best be very careful about what you say next, professor.”  The female grad student said, while clutching the electronic #metoo alert hanging from a chain around her neck.

    “We performed a series of hydrodynamic simulations from a deep impact to Uranus.  The data suggests the impact to Uranus is the reason Uranus tumbles instead of rotate.”  Kegerreirris explained.

    ”It doesn’t tumble you sicko!”  The female grad student began to hit the #metoo alert around her neck furiously.  “You all saw what this member of the patriarchy did!”

    “No seriously.  A deep impact on Uranus is the reason it has such an unusual movement.  None like any other body in the solar system.  I have a graphic here on my phone.  See?”

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    She began hitting the button on the #metoo alert as fast as she could.

    ”Alright I think we’ve all seen enough.”  A man in a cheap suit walked out from a shadowy corner of the lab.  He had a slightly tallow tint to the baggy skin hanging around his neck.  Smoking a cigarette in one hand.  “Nothing here happened.  You didn’t see anything in the simulations, that guy didn’t just flirt with you, and this guy didn’t walk up and slap your fat ass.”

    ”Of course he did.  He did it in front of everyone.  He was about to rape me!”  The female grad student began shouting over the cigarette smoking man.

    ”Okay, you need to slow your roll there, sugar tits.  The only thing that got raped was Uranus.”  He began again.

    ”Exactly!  He wanted to—“

    The pudgy, cigarette smoking man reached into his sweaty jacket and pulled out a TASER and stuck the prongs into her thigh.

    She stopped yelling.

    ”You know, they say Kegelciser—“

    “Kegerreirris.  Dr. Kegerreirris.”

    ”I don’t like that name.  You’re now Dr. Kegelciser unless you fail to keep this quiet.  Now as I was saying.  They say you need to aim for the a large muscle group.  Its always the chunky ones that make it difficult to determine that.  Is the thigh meaty, flabby, a bit of both—mmmm.”  He took a long drag of the cigarette and put it out on the laboratory floor.  “You are going to do something for me.  You see your research comes dangerously close to something we’ve been tracking for a long time.  You found evidence it can rape planet sized objects.  We need you to keep this quiet or I am going to have to take you back to the National Archives with sugar tits over here.  Capice?”

    ”So what do I say happened to Uranus?”  Kegerreirris asked.

    ”The world cannot know of the truth behind SPACE SMITH.  Just say it was a rock or something.”

     

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