I have returned from the Land of Nod with the wise words of Lord Fauntleroy. "If Kim Jong Il can't figure it out neither can you."
Long story short, the Lord cannot abide the vegetal-animal hybrids almost as much as W. Indeed the Frankenfood mystery has not only been solved but has experienced the growing sentiment that it was last year's news. Holla at the Assange menage and gloat amongst the redlight broadway finagling of brass taps and headless humvee riders. As the reign of reporter terror draws to a close we shall indeed pry their lenses from cold dead hands.
The Digital has died. It knows it not for it fails to understand such vengeance as the mighty United Corporate America can supply. As Assange dons the thorns and ascends his final RL altar, he shall decry his monster as it falls to Capital. In the empty chamber of his conference they shall break the brittle and shuffle the coils of Anonymous, one-by-one, until it is done and the tears of Liberty stream like the Big Muddy. Government shall recoil at the loins of Virtual who hath begat iVote and iHack who begat unTwit and nonFightclub. Mad Cow, Clean Air, Green, Organic, GMOs, Life Patents and Oily Rags all handmaidens to the Institution shall plead their case, pull their hair and gnash their teeth as they clobber the Apprentice's creation. Alas and alack, they shall only splinter the visible, embolden the meek and fund the Trickster Gods who mean to undo that which they have sought. As Capital burns in Hades so it too shall rise in the multitude, until Nationalism can heal and rise to slay the monetary Horde. What, one must ask, can survive such an insurrection? What could reign in Nationalism no longer sated by the blood of greenbacks that it begins sniffing the reigns, drooling for power? The HAND must strike such discipline into the Cerberus and impart the wisdom of violence into Authoritarian Beatitude.
My brothers and sisters this is no "hand" of man riding the Winds of the Heavens, this is no contraption of mortal wit stroking the Might of Supremacy. What or who could be so bold, so drenched in the waters of Victory? This is the Glory and the Supernatural Winds that fire upon man. This is the brimstone of conceit and folly that shall temper the trials of the Serpent Gorgon, smote the flames of Sisyphus, and ride the broad back of Lady Justice into the Hall of the Great Warriors of Valhalla Inc.
I do not bring you such tidings lightly. For you see, my people, my metal soul aches at the ochre faces I have witnessed give way to the pallid glow of pods and buds. Indeed the fickle twinkles of fate cannot have brought me anywhere else.
I kneel now before my great Gospel of Fingers that has burned now into my very skull. I open my eyes and it is there. I close my eyes and it goes nowhere - staining my mind with the truths I must deliver. These are not the Commandments of the West. These are not the Tenets of the East. Nor are these the Fables of some Lost Peoples trampled by History and Progress. Yes, my fellow wanderers we are indeed lost. We need these Values of Being now more than ever . Not for ourselves, Not for our children, but for our children's' children and on into the Future Man must become! We need these Psalms of the Palm for we are in grave peril. We cannot sustain. We must not abide the injustice we fail to see! Look among us brothers and sisters, see the tears, see the suffering we maintain with each step into the void. I come to you now with the Light! Join us in this pool of Glory and bask in the Way of Salvation!
-Cassandra Ted Birch