Hey, looky, fokes. I’m now a user. Finely, after all ‘iss time, I been declared what I am an everbody knows I am – a user. Ain’t it sumpm the way thangs change? Used to be, ye called somebody a user, at was like a bad name. Now with everbody’s everthang bein’ done on computers, we’re all users. An bein’ a power user…
(schuss me, I gotta stop a minute an git rid’a this spell checker. It’s misspelling all my good words an makin’em sissy words or words aint nobody ever heard of. See? schuss ain’t no word, less maybe you’re German or sumpm. At’s spose t’be ‘scuse me! An now that I check it out in the dictionary, I see it IS German. From the 1930′s ebm. Wadn at when Hitler was runnin’ thangs? So at’s it. This machine’s got a Natzi in it!).
…an bein’ a power user is sposed t’be the best thare is!
But I’m remiss. I ain’t talkin’ about the news. An ere’s always sumpm t’talk about in the news.
Like the wind at Cape Cod. Always been a lot of it, specially since the Kennedys started hangin’ around there. But the big thang now is all ‘em rich people air don’t want their water-front views messed up with these windmill contraptions at don’t do nuthin but make clean energy. Ain’t that what they all say is what they want? Least when they’re bein’ politically correct?
An then there’s the Indians. They’re comin’ agin. Sayin’ windmills’ll mess up their sacred waters, or is it sacred views, or ground? I caint keep up with it.
I mean all uv’em’s blastin’ drillin’ fer oil about anywhere, so we’re cain’t have more oil. Coal’s too messy, so we caint have at. Now we caint have windmills ’cause it blocks rich people’s an’ Indians’ views. Looks t’me like we’re gonna have to move to a cave in Afghanistan or somewhere. We SHORE couldn’ move into one in a pristine forest on a nationally preserved mountain.
Time f’Siggy agin. Sigmund FREUD: “…we men… find reality generally quite unsatisfactory” Psychoanalysis (1910)
