Monday, September 26, 2011

To A Pointillist Revival


A friend recently wrote about people who continually miss the real the point. 

Finding real points is like searching needles in a haystack. Could Congress find the real point when trying to deal with the debt ceiling? As my father used to say they could not find their arse with both hands tied behind their back. Actually my father used a bit stronger language than that. but you probably get the point.

How could these political "visionaries" see a point even if it poked them in the eye. I have this image of it occurring though when a conehead bows to their leader - who for the moment is also our leader. I am sure however though at this point the coneheads will have taken over the planet  because our glorious leaders will be asking for more satin ribbons to tie their hands closer together behind their back. 

What we do get is lots of talking points. These are exactly the points we do not need but our politicians seem to. I have had enough talking points, I do not want any more. How about an enforced cone of silence? Yes you can have and sip your tea in it. Tea has a calming effect. It is all that damn sugar that must be amping up those party goers - while at the same time killing their brain cells. 

Who does seem to get the point? Pointillists do, or rather did. They are/were able to use lots of points to make an often brilliant and very clear picture. I propose we kick out all of the politicians and business leaders and let artists take over the running of this country. At least it will be a prettier and probably even saner place to live, and easier for us to all assimilate with the coneheads.

Monday, September 19, 2011

An Obamacare End Run

Okay, it is all coming together. The economy is tanking. Savings lost. Houses underwater. The younger folks want to end the older folks entitlement programs (just a note to you kids and republicans - one day you will be old too). Medicare is teetering. What better circumstances to drive a spike in white hair crime. Until you get caught you can live off of the fat of what you acquire in your nefarious activities. Once caught you get a home (albeit a small one - just think of it as the ultimate in downsizing); three free meals a day; and free medical care (well it will all be paid for by those folks who drove you there in the first place actually). In fact, Seniors are out there already committing petty crimes and pleading guilty in order to obtain free medical care through the justice system. It is kind of an end run to get a little Obamacare without having to run through the right side of the line. Getting old sucks really - and no we cannot run that fast anymore so we may have to work on our juke moves. Disco finally pays off! A suggested reader update: Or maybe this fine Firesign Theatre bit presents it all a bit more clearly, come on everyone lets Beat the Reaper.