These are not games. We are doing this to each other every day. In Iraq,
the United States has already started sending highly skilled commandos into 
Arab nations. They move in shadows, elusively evading and escaping the
entrapment of an evil nation. A few guards up ahead? Flash! Bang! They're dead.
Move along up the road to the edge of the installation. Sneak to the doorway, avoid the
cameras. Gun play, working ammo back and forth.

Our wrissts are evolving. They aare getting looser. Limp wristed charachatures are 
the stars of the day. Be hold the Shadow of the DJ. Spins from miles away, his wrists as limp,
as limp as a dj's Purity of essence. The kids that play Counter-Strike have evolving wrists like the
DJ, the graphic artist.

The whole human world came here on a rock from space. It landed in the ocean of a
lizzard infested planet. We were the posession. We were the cargo. We killed the dinosaurs.
There is, somewhere below the earth, the remenent of a space vessel that contained what became the human race.
They've found it while drilling the oil. That's why they want the oil wells. Oil is what was also on the vescle.
It's the ultimate chemical source. Fuel. Long lasting. If used AT ATOMIC SCALE. Not if blown up.


cars are killing us. The tank was world war ii. The industrial war.

there will be another.

It's already begun, and there's nuthing we can do about it.

the moon will come crshing into us when someone tries something really stupid.

The last rock smacked into the earth, floated, then cloided with the mainland, man went east.
Man went west. Woman got treated like shit in both directions.

The earth is  really, a combination of things. Probably two of them. One's currently moving through the other.
I suspect the moving object carried the human race.


And now, we are a colony. A moving, destroying, abusing, rarely reusing, intruding, and recently, brooding
colony of worker ants, all being lead by tyranical leaders who scan us for dissodence and drug us to
silence.

My dog got ripped apart by the neighbor's rottweilers. It was on their property. The last time we had a
revolution, it was industrial. We had roving factories steaming across the United States of AMERICA!
WITH A CONSTITUTION! TRIAL BY JURY. NO INCOME TAX. We built bands of dead trees into the roads of CIVILIZATION.

We use those upsideown trees to communicate. The telephone pole, or Telegraph line, move forward the people whom, 
now by LAW you have to pay. The giant tombs of Egypt hold the bodies of ancient aliens. The pyramids in China, under the ground.
The pyramids in America. The people were slaves of the winners of some archane wars from long ago. They upheld old traditions.
Cultures mutated. The Pharhos whipped their way across the land sucking the life out of the land. 

MY GOD MAN! THEY'RE BELOW THE GROUND! WE CAN'T SEE THEM, THEY'RE COMING RIGHT NOW! IT'S DICK CHENEY IN HIS UNDERGROUND
BUNKER. Quick, He sees you! Smile and begrudge it under the thin veneer of VVII.

They slime their way through humongous underground tunnels, never coming out. They feed off the black sludge below.
We're they're poop. unfortunately. Ick!


And up here, we play videogames. Life's gonna get worse before it gets better. They're gonna be in there for another 4 years. i can see
it coming. All the good old boys show up. Might as well have some fun while they're doing it.

We're really killing real people really in reality somewhere else. Really. Every time The Bastard blows away Headless Explodey Guy,
he reeally destroys a poor Croat child. Really an old woman. It doesn't really matter.

In reality, kids are so wired up that even my generation is looking old. At 24, some might say I'm passed my prime.
I would say Optimus Prime.

Today, my Optimus Prime is Pokemon. It's Yu Gi Oh. Star Wars is Lord of The rings. Superman is Spiderman. Spiderman
was a hitchicker, and superman is in a wheelchair.

What else is there to do if not blow each other up?

This is our television, off. This is our revolution. It is the most glorious and simple revolution we can have.
It is a consumer revolution. It is the act of making a Christmas gift. It is the act of writing your own greeting card.
It is the act of turning off the TV. It is a gift that means, not a gift that screams when you stab it.

Cab it?

Moving right along...