Poem Shards

 today in Poem Shards
 a fresh story fragment


  They won't ID who writes which line of law, why should I need an ID to read
news on the Internet?

  Technology exists, and can be brought into the public sphere, to allow for the
tracking of not just lines but of keystrokes.  For example there are marketers
who would like to have the keystroke logs.  Or they will want to know which part
of the screen you view.  Assumptions.  Assumptions. Assumptions.  The word
starts with three very clear letters (two of them are the same) which indicate a
quality of the word and some of the folks who fail to understand that they have
to deal with them.  Screen Real Estate?  What does that even mean?  We have
conflicting forces here.  We've got the folks who want to restrict free speech. 
They want to make sure that my posts aren't 'hateful' or will cause someone to
incite harm, or other imaginings.  Truth is it doesn't matter what one is saying
or doing when there are censors they want to expand the team, hire relatives,
tell everyone else what they can and can not say.  And I suppose the powerful
would love to have it all be automatic, information available only to them. 
They have a need to know.
  If we are really concerned about saving the environment we ought to also
consider that 'environment' is a loaded word (a heavy, weighty word that is very
easy to misinterpret).  'environment' is the kind of word that can pretty much
mean anything you want it to mean.  Books can be written about the
misunderstandings of the word 'environment' and how it sends many people
salivating to the ballot box to vote for dubious heroics of 'saving' the
whatever it is which is purported to be of 'the environment'.
  \“This here school has not no good neither nuther intellectual environment
because you don't embrace expansion of colloquial language.\”
  “Ah, but fussy scholars, and given the International aspect of language, that
we need to write so that everyone can understand.” say fussy scholar apologists
and hired dot-org thought-nazi's.  They want to make sure that you don't even
think or discuss about some issues.  They want you to be cowed and humiliated
when you discuss.  They use operant conditioning on you by bludgeoning your
every post to whatever chat group there is with 'naunt-ah' kinds of retorts to
your every comment.  They want you to have an on-line identity so that they can
target you.  These people may not, in fact, exist at all.  But some paranoid
thought does arise (perhaps, and let me be clear, in the land of speculative
thought stories, a fable, so to say, for this day) is some sleep deprived mind
that says 'why do I need an identity for them?'  They must want to control me.
  So do they or do they not want to control our poor sleep-deprived and
delusional (so they would say in front of whatever council they create, it
wouldn't be a real judge, but some kangaroo thing, back room thuggery not done
in the light of courts or with full disclosure).  “This sleep deprived dude is a
nutty coo-coo and we must, thus, now censor the Internuts-and-bolts.” our sleep
deprived guy might think (in this stereotype it has to be a guy, a roid-rage
kind of guy who listens to Glen Savage-bough, that nutty left or right, right of
left, doesn't matter, we'll say that he's wrong . . . raving right-wing
dingaling always talking about fallacy of governmental appointees and elected
officials leaking over onto Main Street (another heavy concept).
  “You consparkaatorial.  You . . . you . . . person-hater.  How dare you have an
opinion that isn't sanctioned by our councils?”
  “You, you think your speech is free.  It'll cost you.  It'll cost you your
liberty as our minions flay you in your seat.”
  Our paranoid nut thinks that there are people who think like this.  These people
may, in fact, not even exist.  Or the man may, in fact, actually be targeted by
actual criminals. 


  If some dang mushist with mushist thoughts comes barroling into a ski-lodge
saying, and without even having skis, “get out of my way, move aside, move
aside.  It's for the children, get out of my way.” pushing everyone out of the
way.
  “What, what is the concern?  Are skiers skiing over snail-darters?  Is Sasquatch
being harmed by the new slope on the barren ridges?  Is there something tainted
in the snow-making equipment (the effluent for the affluent)?
  “I need to use the powder room.”
  She goes down the spruce-beam stairs clonking the whole way.  She out-gasses
with a loud explosion.  “Is this really happening” thinks someone who's paid
cash for a lift ticket.
  “Out of my way, out of my way.”  She gets to the ladies room.  All of the stalls
are full.
  “Is she like this all of the time?” someone asks.
A young man answers.  He seems to be her minion.  If he's getting any it isn't
sex he's getting.  He's getting minionized.  She won't look into his minion
eyes.
  “I love her.  She's just like this.”  he's wearing a pink Che is Gay teeshirt
(inappropriate for Winter weather) and long underwear underneath it.
She comes back up the big stairs.  She's got the look of fire of hell in her
eyes, volcanoes (or something) exploding inside her, befowling the world.  “Mt
Hood is a volcano so why not Kilington?”
  “Why don't they have more bathrooms available here at the ski lodge?”
  Someone, off the cuff, mentions, well, because of the order from the judge, due
to the agreement with fussy protesters that there were limits to how big, what
they can do, where they can go, what they can flush and can not flush.  And if
they want to care for the environment they ought to do it like such but the
lawyers from the protesters demanded that they do it as such, all that gas
wasted driving back and forth to the court-house.  How wealthy those lawyers
got, the land that they bought, the great big house just for them at the crest
of a hill, “damn the outflow laws I've boughten a whole mountainside from my
plunder from the environmental trust fund of which I am a trusttee” so thinks
our fictional lawyer.  No lawyer like this may actually exist but, I bet,
reader, that it is tempting to imagine that they might . . . could . . . be so
greedy.  Want to identify them do you?  Start making a case against anyone who
lives in a new house on the very crest of a ridge?  Get someone to make threats
in a chat room.  Clamp down on the Internuts-and-bolts.  Lawyers want to know
who says what so that they can sue em.  Let no one have an opinion that isn't
farmed out from a think-tank.  All thought must be ivy-leauge approved thought. 
This is a protected mind-fart.  Like a volcano.
   She's got a huffy look on her face.  He's carrying the protest signs inside
of his coat.  Management doesn't want them in the building but she'd bullied him
into breaking the rules.  Why should they apply to her one might imagine she
thinks.  
  Really she is just clueless and pampered and spoiled about certain things.  She
really does want to do well, to make things right in the world.  She doesn't
understand how some see her as a bully, that she has these craven minions, makes
them read her tainted books on politics that pretend to be about philosophy. 
She really does want to change the world.  But first she has to get her minion
to drive her back to her house (in the great big SUV) so she can change her
pants.
Billy P
  Jan 26, 2011