Is This A TEST? Is This Only A TEST?
I dunno. You tell me. Yeah-ya. IF you think you can. Because really, I just don’t know, and I don’t really know what to say . . .
It seems Congressional Representative Peter Welch is coming to town, and will appear at a local supermarket. Never mind which one, if you weren’t on the call list, then I guess you’ll just have to contact his office. He’ll be there tomorrow - so I guess that means the clock is ticking . . .
Yeah-ya. Ticking . . .
Just to be clear, I don’t plan to be there - in fact, I plan NOT to be there. Really. You do know why, right? I mean, I don’t have to spell it out, do I? Everybody knows . . .
shh . . . he’s a whack job . . . nuts . . . cookoo . . .
Yeah-ya. Fuck you.
So don’t they purge the call lists of wing nuts? Extremists? RADicals? Terrorists? Because I mean, I’m in there somewhere, right? Somewhere off the edge and beyond the pale? It’s true isn’t it? Wouldn’t you say I’m just so extreme I don’t even need a camo suit? I mean, common. It’s not like I’m going to blend in anywhere, is it? I mean, just one loud sound of an engine revving out of sight and I’m outed like . . . like . . . a Hell’s Kitchen refugee at the homecoming ball . . .
Yeah-ya. It’s true. It is. I start revving right back, and barking like a dog . . . and I’m sure I scared those two ladies silly.
So I dunno. I mean, just because a motorcycle engine revved yesterday, and I reacted with instantaneous spontaneity in a way that is quite likely to have terrified two female passers-by, that really isn’t much to go on is it? But clearly it’s enough to suggest that perhaps, just perhaps, my phone number should likely be expunged from among the Congressman’s call list, even though I’m a supporter.
I wonder . . . do the repelican’s do that? I mean, they probably should, but don’t tell them, ‘kay? In fact, I’ve a white paper around here somewhere, Report from Bald Knob outlining a program currently underway that depends in no small part on their NOT doing just that . . . but don’t ask me for it now because I haven’t written it yet.
Ha HAA GOTcha!
No? Wait till you read the report . . .
So anywayz . . . I dunno. Maybe it’s a test. Probably that’s what they’ll say, after I show up, carrying a gun just because I’m worried something might happen -
someone says ”That’s him” as someone else reaches for a cell phone . . . the wing nut freaks . . . and gets tackled, arrested . . . only to find out it was all some practical joke . . .
Yeah-ya . . . a practical joke - one everyone can laugh at because it’s funny as hell - but shh . . . don’t day a word . . .
I dunno. I just know I don’t plan to be there. No way. I don’t like these kinds of jokes. They really aren’t very practical. I don’t want any part of this TEST . . . or in undermining the man’s belief system . . . or anything else . . .
Say, did you hear Secretary Gates is investigating the privatization of information operations? It’s true, and here’s a link:
What are information operations? Well, see for yourself:
The review comes amid a separate Pentagon investigation into whether an official hired private contractors to run an off-the-books spy operation for tracking suspected insurgents in Afghanistan and Pakistan.
"Information operations" include such activities as electronic warfare, computer network operations, psychological operations, military deception and others generally used to influence, disrupt or corrupt an enemy's decision making.
What I wanna know is, how many of these private contractors are there? Whom do they contract for besides the Pentagon? Private industry? Organized Crime? South American drug cartels? And who is the enemy . . . Democrats?
Wait, wait, wait. Shhh . . . The Report From Bald Knob isn’t out yet. In fact, it isn’t even written yet.