It’s Enuff to Prompt an Orwellian Orgy

Daily writing prompt
Who do you spend the most time with?

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PREFACE: One of the most intriguing aspects of the daily prompt is the opportunity to work with a topic that, at first glance, may appear to be a yawner; even better, to transform the consequent, alternative discourse into something more (shall we say?) off the wall. Bare minimum, I’d hope the results would wind up informative; perhaps even entertaining. And should I manage to also lay bare my blog site’s sociopolitical, progressive roots? All the better! Anyway… such is my following (tongue-in-cheek?) dramatization….

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To “A” the Prompt’s “Q”…
Who do you spend the most time with?

That’d be my 24/7, in-your-face, “roomies” Wally, Webster, Lexi, Elsie-Dee and David. Now, if from my word choice / choice words you are starting to catch that unwelcome house guests vibe… well…

Let’s just say… “unwelcome” doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface; for THIS has all been going down for nearly one quarter of a century; worst of all, WITH NO END IN SIGHt! NOT for the foreseeable future! EGADS! WHAT FUTURE?

To better flesh everything out… my “roomies’” behavior has been so brazen and cheeky, that it even necessitated my postponing this post’s posting. Yep, by the time this hits the www, it’ll be in excess of nine hours late! EGADS, I’ve been waiting for all five of these (literal?) effers to pass out from their… their… dare I say it…

Let’s not mince words… what I (maybe you, too?) have been witness to is an ugly, what’s-love-got-to-do-with-it, (political) orgy; it’s participants are the very sots, who get empowered by (by and large), the vast legions of low-information voters; folks, who determine each candidate’s suitability based, solely, upon whether or not (s)he’d be a good drinking buddy. But let’s not “digress”…

Historically (hysterically?) speaking… everything began going to Hell in the wake of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, when, in order to inordinately beef up homeland security, the meatheaded, drunk on power, power grabbing “mothers” within the U.S. Senate and House (all highly endorsed by the George W Bush White House) mothered their metaphorical bastard child, piece crap legislation, the U.S. Patriot Act!

More to the point… these opportunistic political hacks had (ab)used / repurposed the 9/11 attacks on the American homeland, which, in turn, allowed them to figuratively roll out the tanks; to literally enforce their autocratic agenda.

In essence… Sonny Bush had mothered the U.S Patriot Act which, in turn, smothered Lady Liberty and privacy, which, in turn, resulted in not one, but two of HIS needless no-win wars, which, in turn, intro’d HIS enhanced Interrogation techniques to HIS POWs (aka HIS torturing the enemies of HIS own making), all of which, in turn, resulted in HIS oceans of spilt red blood and red ink! But let’s not “digress”…

Reading out the riot act to the Patriot Act… that draconian indenture’s original effects / side effects are still playing out today. It all distills out as garbage in / garbage out, wherever / whenever Big Brother, first, bumps off and buries freedom / privacy, next, goes on a rampage to install so damned, effing much electronic surveillance tech, that nearly a quarter century later, both liberty and privacy are nowhere to be seen! Who’d have thunk it possible, eh?

What does get seen… are the both seen and unseen, oppressive, omnipresent, 24/7 security cams and bugs that spy on all who dwell in and pay visits to America! Nope, not even the most innocuous of secrets can get kept under anyone’s hat when every solitary thing we say and do gets tech documented, by my / our aforementioned unwelcome house guests; who are hellbent on relentlessly mucking up every aspect of our lives; especially when it comes down to invasion of privacy issues.

Let’s (non-violently speaking) hit ’em where they live…

Wally: his big government approved bugs / cams get diabolically “impregnated” / retrofitted into the drywall (or plaster) found in nearly all houses, condos, and apartments.

Webster: his big government planted eyes and ears lurk within our computers; i.e. via their web cams / mics); where via the Web, “he” sends all the poop on us to his Big Brother.

Lexi: Alexander Graham Bell’s descendant hides out within our landline and mobile devices; where non-mutable speakerphone features are ALWAYS in tell-all mode.

Elsie-Dee: (homophone for LCD) her M.O., best summed up: We not only watch / hear our HDTVs, they watch / hear us, too!

David: (intersperse “A” and “I” between D – V – D and voilà, even our “AI” enhanced DVD players get into the spy on everybody act!

Granted, my post’s content… doth sound paranoid, but is it really? Not upon [1] factoring in the sentiments of David Eric Grohl, Kurt D. Cobain, Krist Anthony Novoselic and Chester Powers; [2] recognizing how these grunge rockers still can astutely, resolutely and lyrically hammer home this ensuing wisdom….

“Just because you’re paranoid
Don’t mean they’re not after you!”

Territorial Pissings by Nirvana

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Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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Just how personal do we really need to be with each other?

 

Check out this verbatim friendly(?) message… courtesy(?) of a well-known website, that’s been skulking off in the shadows… creeping around… sticking its collective nose into our business…

See our Privacy Policy to learn about the types of data we collect and how we use and share it. We collect data from your browser to personalize your weather and the ads you see. Review Privacy and Advertising Settings.”

Yep… you read that right. We ARE talking about the weather… i.e., the Weather Channel.

Nope… I didn’t bother to “Review Privacy and Advertising Settings”. Why not?

Firstly… there is no such thing as privacy… either in the real world or online.

Nextly… life is too damned short to be constantly slogging thru such arcane, verbose legalese. Hell, an A to Z read thru my entire Funk & Wagnalls, 25 volume Encyclopedia set would probably take less time (and, in doing the latter, I would wind up a far smarter man).

Lastly… seeing how I have no say-so, whatsoever… can only say “NO” by never visiting their website again… they’ll always have the upper hand… no matter what. Moving on to the specifics…

RE Personalized Advertisements… when it takes less than a minute for each typical visitor to check out a weather report / forecast, is there even sufficient time to notice them?

RE Personalized Weather Reports… how much more than the zip code (which, btw, we’ve already keyed into the Google search) would they ever need to personalize our weather?

Is that not as personal as we ever need to be with each other?

If the Weather Channel truly wants to be my dear, personal friend, why wouldn’t they… oh… say… (once each winter?) send someone by to prepare my breakfast while I’m out shoveling the snow off my sidewalks and driveway?

Or better yet… why not do the shoveling for me?

That should pose no problem… after all… they already know where I live.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Disagreeable Greeting Card

 

I just received my bank’s annual “Greeting Card”… a.k.a. a multiple paged print-out of their amendments to “my” credit card “agreement”. Oh, btw, I’ve positioned quotation marks around both “my” and “agreement” because… be they original or amended… [1] I’ve had no say in any of these stipulations AND [2] no one has any right to disagree… unless, of course, they don’t want to have a credit card at all.

But this does not mean I cannot recommend a summarizing, cut through all the crapola blurb, which would never need any revisions. How tree / time saving and honest the following abridgement to their terms would be…

We, the undisciplined, unprincipled, unforgiving, usurers of the world reserve the right to… on a whim… bankrupt you into homelessness and hopelessness with our sky high interest rates, penalties and fees. We will always have the final word and last laugh and… Ha! Ha! Ha!… there’s not one damned thing you can do about it… Ha! Ha! Ha!

As for their privacy statement… why do they even bother issuing one. If they truly respected our privacy they would do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING with our personal information without our prior, written and signed consent.