America, the new dictatorship

Stephen Leeb, president of Leeb Capital Management was on CNN saying that, without the bail-out that passed in Congress yesterday, we'd find ourselves in a dictatorship very quickly. I agree with him on a certain level. Without the bail out, the dictatorship would be sudden and violent, much less subtle than what the current controlling body wants. With the bail out, it will get the rest of the money it's been stealing over the past eight years, enough to fund a monumental "terrorist attack" on American soil before the November elections, and to spend establishing a new order in the United States after the elections have been suspended indefinitely. We'll all be too poor and overworked to rise up and protest or fight our "rulers" by then, and we'll peacefully acquiesce to the New America presented to us. That's how the dictatorship will be accomplished.

All this is theory. It's a very frightening theory. As I've said before, I hope I'm wrong. We've got a month to see if I am.

Mowin' Moth and Carjack Rooster

I've got two pictures, each with a story.

( The mowin' moth )

I began mowing around 4 this afternoon, but stopped the mower when I almost ran over this lovely moth. I walked around to get a better look at him and see if he was okay. He seemed fine, just chillin' out until the sun went down. I held out my hand and he crawled right onto my fingers, so I had to get a picture. That's him up above. After giving him his first photo op, I held out my hand and he crawled off into a shady spot, safely away from the lawnmower. I then went back to mowing.

( The car-jack rooster )

Once I finished mowing, I got cleaned up and headed over to Diane's. We'd planned a wee get-together because we hadn't seen each other in ages. I was taking Donnie Darko over for us to watch. She'd never seen the movie and she's a big Jake Gyllenhaal fan, so it seemed the perfect thing to enhance our "girl's early evening out." When I got to her house, she was a tad miffed. It turned out that her daughter was supposed to come take her to the grocery store, but she never showed up, being the typical problem child that she is. So I volunteered to take Diane to the market. She asked if I'd swing by the nearby convenience store so she could get some cigarettes. I said sure, so we stopped at the Li'l Cricket. While she was inside, I spied this chicken roaming around at the side of the store where I was parked, so I got out of the car to snap a picture. After I took the picture, I saw this man looking at me and walking in my direction. As I made to get back in the car, he said, "Hey let me get in your car and ride back with you. Is it okay if I just get in the back seat?"

"NO IT IS NOT," I replied unequivocally. And I was thinking to myself, it's just my fucking luck to be car-jacked while taking a picture of a chicken.

"You don't recognise me, do you?"

"No, I do not," I said, trying to keep the shake out of my voice.

"I'm Diane's friend, Bobby. We met before. I cut her grass! She said it'd probably be okay if I rode back to the house with you."

Well, there you go. Diane was unable to access her bank account to get money for the grocery store, so we went straight back to her house. Needless to say, she was a tad unhappy. We ended up not watching the movie, as she wanted to try a different ATM. We tried three more ATMs, including the one at her credit union and none of them would let her have any of the money she knows she has in her accounts. She said, come Monday morning, she's going to the credit union and withdrawing every red cent out of her accounts. By the time we got back, it was too late to watch Donnie Darko. I suggested maybe we could try to get together again early Wednesday afternoon since I don't have to work anywhere Wednesday except Sally Foster.

So we have a tentative date for Wednesday. In the meantime, I told Bobby why I reacted the way I did and he apologised profusely for scaring me. I said it was okay, not a big deal, but I did think that my fantastic luck was throwing me another curve ball by having me car-jacked while I was taking a picture of a chicken. A hearty larf was had by all, then I came home.

The end

Obama in Asheville

Barack Obama is going to be practicing for the upcoming Presidential debate in an undisclosed location in Asheville, North Carolina. My home town! He's not planning on any public appearances, though, which fairly sucks, 'cos I'd love to see him speak in the flesh. I'd miss a day's work and buy gas with money I don't have to drive to Asheville to see Barack Obama. While I'm there, I'd go on up to the Blue Ridge Parkway, up to Craggy Dome to pay respects to Granny, whose cremains reside amongst the rhododendrons there. Craggy Dome is also where my Faery trail is. I'd walk the stations of the trail and I'd commune with the Mountain Deities in their Autumn aspect. But he's not gonna do that, so here I stay in the Armpit of Hell.

Of course, I have no doubt that the undisclosed location is the Grove Park Inn. That's where everybody who's anybody stays when they visit the Land O Sky.