Lori's Diner? Great.
Lori's Diner
When He first arrived at home from Defcon at 2 AM Monday morning, His first act had been to pop in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
RIght now, He had decided, that was His favorite movie. Period. He felt a direct kinship with Hunter S. Thompson: they were both
pseudo-journalists, and they both enjoyed pushing the limits of acceptible behavior in front of the establishments.
He supposed, however, that His attendance at the national lung and throat specialist convention under false pretenses was
anywhere near as admirable as a 96 hour expense paid binge in Vegas. He had to get more freelancing work if He was to come anywhere
near Thompson's grasp of the American mainstream press. Sure, mainstream is a dirty word, but it's where the money is. Right?
Yesterday He had signed the papers that had finalized His commitment to the ACCRC. Once again,
He was one of the working stiffs. Unable to collect unemployment, He felt that He had failed on some fundamental level.
He is roommates had managed to suckle at the teet of Uncle Sam for well over six months each. He had only been nursing His way through 4 checks,
a far cry from the money they said He still had left to collect from.
His tax refund still hadn't arrived, either. Fucking Bush.
He pondered the state of the union. It seeemed as though anyone who wasn't a stark raving republican was hunkered down
right now, just waiting for Bush to shove his un-lubed, multi-spiked dildo into the ass of society. he had already worked
the tip of the great purple phalice in an inch or two, thus dislodging the econimic properity and assuring the world that
the old status quo would remain in charge, thank you very much!
The republicans needed to kill the economy. If they hadn't, the country would have been flooded with new money:
millionaires who weren't freemasons. Web-gurus with tons of cash, and the will to use it rather than sit on it and
watch it grow. For the republicans this was a death sentence. Not only did it cause their vast fortunes to depreciate,
it also made them uncomfortable at parties. What is the owner of a box compnay to do when he's introduced to the CEO of
sticksomethingsharpinmypeehole.com?
And so, the republicans have retreated to what they know best: brainwashing. Pump money into education and you can
determine what's taught. This means our next generation of children will be voting republican, saving money in low
yield mutual funds, and persecuting the Jews.
It's a fundamental shift in the way the nations teachers behave. Where before, little Johnny was asked to spell whale,
he is now being asked to spell gasoline. Mmmmmmmm wholesome oil drilling! Mr. Tiger and Mr. Elephant like the oil drills
in their houses. They think they're nifty keen! And look who else enjoys his new oil pump and strip mine! Mr. Polar Bear! Hey,
why does Mr. Polar Bear have his arm around Mr. Bush Sr.'s shoulder? Ah! Because Sr. Bush owns all the new oil producing lands in Alaska!
He wonders why no one seems to notice that the Bush family is an oil family, and that the entire country's oil crisis seems to increased
since the robber barons took over.
Pointless arguments. he's got a meeting with the owner of Lori's Diner in an hour. He'll
most likely be redesigning their webpage. He actually hopes that the job doesn't come through. It would mean a lot of QA work for Him,
mostly through and with non-english speakers.
He saves the new daily Gism, logs off His network, and gives a giant middle finger to all those on the webcam who
have been complaining about His lack of updates.
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