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All Dare Call It Progress
As one who hates driving even more that Hillary Clinton I should, in theory, welcome the advent of the self driving car. I daydream about getting in my wheeled pod, shouting out a location and kicking back to dictate my blog post into a smart phone while I enjoy the ride - but until I'm first lady, senator, sec. of state and foundation boob I won't be able to do it. I've got to drive and, as the great Sammy Hagar sang long ago (before Elon Musk hit puberty), "I can't drive 55" but the "smarter planet" is doing all it can to force my compliance - to govern me as it were. Insurance companies exploit these smart analytics and take the fun out of life - which is why Progressive is the greatest name for an insurance company ever and their commercial about the companies Snapshot® tracking device is so depressingly - depressing.
Me, I'm a Fast & Furious guy and always have been - probably always will be. From it's inception in 2001 this has been the gold standard post 9/11 franchise - you can keep your super hero bubble gum pap or animated animals/supernatural critters or slacker hackers fighting bits in the matrix or furry footed midgets battling Orcs - The God fearing, fun loving, fast driving family formed around the brotherly love of Dom and Brian is where it's at. The films are a hot mess of tortured dialog (and jokes), pointed moments when words fail and flat out, peddle to the metal (mettle) awesomeness. I have no idea what the carbon footprint of the F&F series is but odds are that it would make Al Gore's head explode once he read the bottom line. The Progressive Snapshot® would certainly melt down to a blob of goo if it were ever installed in Dom's 1970 Classic Dodge Charger. The most recent chronicle of this testosterone fueled fight for justice pits the champions against a technological monster called "gods eye" and vicious criminals who attempt to kill "the family" with drones (very post-Hope). Dom, Brian and the gang win in the end with some serious help from The Rock, but the films ending is bitter-sweet with it's beautiful montage of Paul Walker, a goodbye wave to his brother from another and the lonely drive to the other side.
She was "sexy", but "too much hard work." I'm a regular Fox & Friends viewer (mostly in protest of the other insipid morning programs like Today and Good Morning America) so over the years I've gotten to know Gretchen Carlson pretty well. Stuck between Steve and Brian she always seemed a prudish scold with an irritating, self-righteous demeanor that I simply put up with because I figured some people in the Fox audience actually liked her persona. It was obvious that Steve and Brian did not, but they were stuck with her like so many talking heads and had to make the best of it - which they did. Besides, she was no worse than any of the other women on morning show TV - I mean, you're only going to find a certain kind of person to do this kind of work and that kind of person is the Gretchen Carlson kind. Then, one day, she was gone and replaced by Elisabeth Hasselbeck and the F&F ratings began to climb, and climb and climb - in two months view...
In the Techno-Fascist Imperium the "Holidays" festivities start on Columbus Day, when the Halloween candy pops up, and end New Years Day with college football Bowl games, black-eyed peas and collard greens. To be clear, the Imperium doesn't celebrate Columbus Day, au contraire, the Indigenous Peoples' Day psyop has been pushed hard by the IC for the past 50 years of failure but the candy... THE CANDY. This year's IPD got turned up to eleven when the colonizers of America's 51st state got kidnapped, raped and murdered by some indigenous maniacs on Sukkot 10/7 and, as a result, soured the festive '23 Holiday mood. Hey, we soldiered on, as it were, and kept on celebrating while the world burned: Halloween - Big for children and weirdos. Thanksgiving - Focus on God, country and family. Hannukkah - Jewish assimilation. Xmas - Santa Claus and gifts. Kwanzaa - Black Lives Matter. I'd call them Happy Holidays if it wasn't a neo-Nazi dog whistle to vocal...
In the spring of 2021 I had a near death experience when my Chevy Silverado loaded with 30 cases of wine was rear-ended at 50mph by a young lady who was texting-while-driving at 9:30 AM. Her Mercedes sedan flashed in my driver side mirror a moment before impact and that microsecond of awareness gave me just enough time to pull my foot off the break and jam the gas so when she plowed into my trailer hitch the impact met no resistance and launched my truck across the road and into the woods. I had stopped in the road, left blinker signaling, waiting for an oncoming pickup truck to pass and, by the grace of God, it did pass me just as the distracted driver in the mirror slammed into my flashing taillight. Everyone walked away from the crash with no serious injury but if the impact had transpired 2 seconds earlier it would have been a “Road Warrior” bloodbath of terror and death. When I stepped out of my vehicle and looked through the roadside trees I had miraculously missed hitting i...
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