03 Letter to Shilo 1

( fromUnkle Bill W BobChange)

Shilo,
Hey bud.  How’s it going there?  Here…here is silent.  My mom died six years ago today. I used to talk to my mom about all sorts of things.  Now I don’t talk to nobody about nothing.

I read books.  Big books, littkle books.  Red dead books and blue books.   You know what I mean.  I live in between the pages.

I just read about a cow that jumped off one of Dump’s East ‘Merican’ export ships bound for Vietnamese Russia.  The cow refused to be processed and instead hurled himself into crocodile infested waters.  To be loved by the friends of death, kissed by their thousand razor fangs.

Friends and lovers. I had some really nice ones.  Pretty.  They had the best words.   I miss hanging out reading your books.  Talking about all the mad humans that came into your shop.

Living made a lot more sense when we could analyze the crazy people from behind a safe barrier of books.  Now that  we are out among the conmen and storm troopers, a good book just don’t take the edge of like it used to.

It’s like old Tron Dump’s dad used to say to us before he climbed in bed with us at summer camp, “I used to drink from the bottle, now the bottle seems to drink from me…”

I get nationalistic some times when I drink,  Damnit I do!  Various nationalists often complain that the increased openness of the nation’s economy has brought about our economic insecurity. Reality shows that advances in technology induce structural transformation inside of a nation’s labor market. The public’s ever changing consumption patterns and increasing demand for products combined with shareholders’ constant desire to increase productivity are the real harbinger of national anxiety.
I intend to discuss the theory of deindustrialization, its negative effects on the global workforce. I will suggest consideration of the utilization of Human Resource Management to attempt avoidance of deindustrialization by developing countries. My research on this theory has been limited to articles mainly concerned with the workforces of the United States, Russia and China.  But thats because no one will talk to me on most days.  I am my own monotown….nobody talks to me about you anymore on your birthday.  I am alone out here, I hope that you can find a way to not be alone in there my friend.  I love you buddy.
A monotown is a Russian description of a city or town that is dependent upon one type of business or one organization for the economic activity and thus the lively hood of the workers and surrounding community. Monotowns’ monetary dysfunctions are comparable to the economic strife found after the automobile industry collapse in Flint, Michigan or the oil bust in Enid, Oklahoma. When the organizations are operating at peak capacity, life in the community is excellent. But if business declines for any reason, the town economy suffers greatly.

The re-development of monotowns is a complex task. Social issues are inseparable from the economic issues. The legal, political and environmental reality must be considered before development begins. It is necessary to bring together all levels of government (federal, regional and municipal), the involvement of public organizations, trade unions, as well as the direct interest of the monotown’s population to bring about long term development. Developing the interest of the general public in a monotown is a human relations nightmare in itself. A disheartening trend of the monotown is natural decline in population and an aging demographic.

To solve the problems inherent in a monotown there is a need to attract investment. However, investment attractiveness of monotowns depends on enumerated factors: favorable position, developing infrastructure, developing labor market, and developing human capital.

Russia has searched outside of its borders for insight to a solution to the monotown. State policies that focus on increases in employment, in wages, and in the end result, increased socio-economic status of the monotown population generally have shown industry wide benefits for the long term. This moves the global workforce away from the problems of deindustrialization but has few clear shot term advances of the profit margin, so it is often over looked in the search for greater productivity.

In the U.S., Russia, and China as well as many other countries, a long-term program for the development of the most backward economic areas must be developed and implemented. These programs should include state sponsored activities that aid the population in establishing means for production and the social infrastructure to ensure favorable conditions for the subsequent placement of modern industries into them. Economic stimulation of the development of small and medium-sized cities should turn them from the backward and depressed monotowns into active centers of economic growth.

One of the most common mechanisms of support and rehabilitation of monotowns workforce in the West is restructuring the exhausted functionality of the city. While the economic restructuring of a monotown can be carried in two ways:

1. Diversification of the economy: through the development of new areas and sectors of the economy, including technology-intensive industries and services that follow the general trend of decreasing the proportion and the role of the erstwhile sector in the global economy;

2. Restructuring of the monotown economy through the modernization of “old” industries.

While modernization is a constant battle; diversification should always be sought out by actors of the state development offices. While it does not guarantee, this increases the monotown’s conversion efficiency.

A general description of state sponsored redevelopment activities:

1. New universities are created for the professional retraining of the workforce population, in monotowns, attended by citizens paying for the education through government loans. This increases the intellectual capital of the monotown’s workforce, expanding the list of specialties and generally increasing educational and scientific potential of the population.

2. Social assistance to the population – the introduction of long paid vacations, benefits (for example, preferential loans for housing); facilitation for the creating of new jobs for redundant workers; organization of public works for temporary employment; granting the right to early retirement, etc.

3. Support of small business development with state funds, local budgets and public funds.

4. Government assistance with resettlement of workforce from unpromising monotowns. Due to the high mobility of the United States population, resettlement of the workforce population of a monotown requires little government assistance. The main difficulty is motivating the workforce to relocate.

The non-draconian motivation of a workforce population should look more like an exercise in establishing a modern human relations department. While this borders on dystopian rhetoric and resonates very much like a conspiracy one could listen to on the History Channel; there is HR Management theory that backs up this approach. According to Geert Hofstede’s study on the cultural constraint in management theories, there is a measurable degree of inequality among people that is considered to be normal in all human cultures.

This acceptable inequality or power distance, is measured and compared to the culture of a country. A country generally has a traditional collectivist mindset or an individualist mindset, and this dictates how that country’s workforce will act in the workplace. Cultures affect a country’s economy via their promotion of individual/group work ethics and incentives/procedures to improve human capital. Workers from the United States have a preference for a low power distance. They value individualism highly, have a low level uncertainty avoidance and operate more with short term considerations. Workers in Russia have a tradition of operating under high power distance with a relatively midlevel amount of individualism. Russians operate with a high level of uncertainty and extremely low long term orientation. Workers in China function under a high power distance with a low level of individualism. The Chinese level of uncertainty avoidance is a high medium, and the Chinese have an extremely high long term orientation. The Chinese have a saying, “the sky is high and the emperor is far away.” This begs to be a metaphor for business in an age of deindustrialization, globalization, technological restructuring and the resurgence of nationalism.

The growth of Asia and and the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade (GATT) are pushing Chinese companies to compete in the global marketplace, and this includes providing workers protection and rights not traditionally offered. Thanks to globalization, China is now a parent country and a host country and a third country to international and national workers alike. To be clear, a parent country is the country in which a business organization’s corporate headquarters is located. A host country is the country where the parent country business organization has moved operations or initiated additional operations in. A third country is a country other than the parent country or the host country in which the organization may or may not have operations.

The three country distinctions are used to compare and contrast and discuss business organizations, their employees and their business operating structure in relation to the business climate of the countries they operate in. This multiple role is thanks to innovations such as empty operation-ready factories built for foreign companies. In an effort to provide work for its workers and stay competitive in the global market, China has enacted a plan to build giant factories to be leased to foreign companies for business development. The construction, initiated by the Chinese government, guarantees that the construction work will be completed by Chinese workers and construction companies. The Chinese Communist Party will have control over foreign organizations’ building size and location. This has introduced foreign unions and HR management into Chinese economic activity and practice and induced Chinese HR development in its own organizations. Western observers hope for and the CCP fears, the pressure for democratization in certain societal spheres that will develop from westernization of the Chinese HR model.
It should be noted that deindustrialization has also been pointed out to be nothing more than a societal rationalization for the disproportionate allocation of the products of global workforce labor. “the globalization of the world production may, to a great extent, be attributed to the relocation. Relocation channels are diverse and represent the subject of many analyses. Some were celebrating the relation so much that they saw the herald of the ‘’third industrial revolution“ in it.” (Lošonc and Ivanišević, 34)

Entering International Markets – What are the global employee preparation issues that today’s organizations face?

<<*hint* preparing employees to work in foreign locations – Employee assessment, selection and training, Cost projections for global assignment, Assignment documentation, Compensation, benefits and tax considerations., Employee relocation assistance, Family support*>>

Although none of this is useful unless the illuminati loans me some of Barren Wuffette’s capital, so that I will make us some gains Shilo.  I mean ever since Herman wiped Texas off the map and then…..and then North Korea nuked Wyoming and Japan….well Wuffette’s property values have gone through the roof here in the Oklahellmouth.Its like they planned it that way.  Shock and awe.  Beer and a shot.  Make mine Yaaaaars.  Make Yaaaars mine.

but thats just my 23 cents…

wordy words and

Love and sadness,

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How to put the Bamboo into your Pants

By Jim Proof, KND Fashion Patriot

I am wearing underwear made out of bamboo.  Sounds like enemy torture out of a 70’s Chuck Norris flick, but it’s not.  

It’s actually pretty darn comfy, and breathable in the extreme.  

Disclaimer: I wish this were a paid advertisement.  But it’s not so I’m not using any brand names.  

As a high heat producer and person who’s genitalia has functioning sweat glands, I was intrigued when I came up against the concept of breathable underwear.  

I recall the times (as perhaps many of you do as well…hmmm?) that when I worked in the kitchen or outdoors for hours on end, that the fire down below was quite unpleasant and resulted in lingering heat rashes.  

“Does Mr. Proof make poor choices in sexual sparring partners?”, you may be asking yourself. No my friends (well actually the answer is yes, but that has nothing to do with this story) I haven’t caught anything but admiration for undergarment technology.  

Chuck Palahniuk was inspirational, when he vowed never to be completed by a “build it yourself” yin yang coffee table.  But while attempts at self improvement through internet purchases cannot always succeed; they can if you’re searching for better functionality in undergarments.   If you’re in the market for used underwear from a west Idaho truck stop lot lizard, the Internet has that too.  But I recommend brand new bamboo  boxers from the Amazons.


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Effects of Human Trafficking on illegal immigration 

Shirley Tenticles, KND Health and Beauty Columnist 

   🇺🇸So if you have a job or know someone who does (perhaps you are an adventuring employer), you should familiarize yourself with the people snatchers….

Labor practitioners need to know about the connection between immigration status (and how it relates to national origin and ethnicity) and discrimination law. Similarly, plaintiff’s lawyers need to be well-versed in the differences between discrimination based on citizenship status and discrimination based on national origin. Management lawyers and in-house counsel need to be aware of how best to counsel their clients regarding these developments, as well as how to defend against any claims that may arise. Of equal importance, counsel must be cognizant of how the government is enforcing these laws, and how the EEOC works with the Office of Special Counsel in prosecutions.
Finally, as more and more states start creating and enforcing their own immigration laws, labor and employment counsel must understand the interplay between state and federal enforcement as well as the intricacies of employing foreign nationals in multiple jurisdictions.

Whether faced with a challenging E-Verify dilemma, an investigation by the Department of Labor’s Wage and Hour Division or an action brought through the Office of Special Counsel, the Immigration Law and Human Trafficking Committee prides itself on preparing the Section’s members. The purpose of the Committee with respect to immigration law is to educate labor and employment lawyers on how to spot immigration-related issues, access the appropriate resources and best advise their clients. In addition, the Committee hopes to direct advocates to resources that can be helpful to workers who have immigration concerns or need specific guidance about their visa status.


Human Trafficking is a modern day form of slavery. Our Section began focusing on human trafficking issues in 2013, examining issues related to the national and global problem of trafficking for labor exploitation (including forced labor, debt bondage and involuntary servitude), which affects more than 20 million people each year. People seeking fair work opportunities across the globe often find themselves subjected to abusive, even slavery-like conditions, which violate criminal, labor and immigration laws as well as international conventions and treaties. In 2003, the Trafficking Victims Protection Act was amended to give victims of human trafficking a private right of action to sue their traffickers. The Section encourages its members to provide pro bono assistance to trafficking victims. On our resource page you will find links to some of the important pro bono organizations who can help coordinate such pro bono work.

This global issue of trafficking for labor exploitation makes it critical for corporations to understand and responsibly manage their supply chains. In-house counsel, compliance officers and outside business counsels must be knowledgeable and able to advise corporate clients on the responsibilities now required related to efforts eradicating human trafficking and slavery in their supply chains. Recent statutes such as the California Transparency in Supply Chains Act of 2010 in the U.S. and the United Kingdom Modern Slavery Act 2015 now hold companies accountable by requiring certain companies to make a public declaration of what, if any, steps they are taking to combat modern slavery. Increasingly other U.S. federal regulations and global initiatives are including provisions requiring corporations to address the issue of forced labor. Consequently, practitioners supporting corporate clients must be able to help these corporations in achieving transparency in their supply chains by identifying risk of forced labor, developing preventive measure, providing training to employees and suppliers and drafting appropriate contract provisions. The Immigration and Human Trafficking Committee will continue to provide education and resources on this constantly evolving issue.
http://www.americanbar.org/groups/labor_law/committees/immcom.html
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Influenza Compassion

By Jim Proof, KND Society Sports Columnist 


As I suffered from the second strain of the flu this year; I had a strong desire for compassion and care from my fellow human beings, more so than usual.  
So I went and bought some soup from the health food store.  There in the parking lot I was given the chance to exemplify my desire for shared human compassion, when a man approached my car and asked me for bus fare.  

I had just returned from the store and actually had cash monies.   I thought to myself, wow JP, you’ve got soup now and a car.  You also have a Finn to share with this guy who doesn’t have any of those immediately useful things.  

So instead of telling the guy why rich people have money (they don’t give it to you); I gave him the fiver and enjoyed my soup.  Compassion comes and goes like soup warmth and dollar dollar bills.   

Today’s social illumination education was brought to you in part by civil servants like: Andrew S. Natsios

Andrew S. Natsios (born September 22, 1949) is an American public servant of Greek origin who has served in a number of Massachusettsand high level federal government positions. Most notably, he has served as 🌠Administrator of the U.S. Agency for International Development(USAID), 🇺🇸U.S. Special Envoy to Sudan, and Vice President of World Vision. 🚀🦄 Currently, Natsios teaches as Executive Professor at The Bush School of Government and Public Service.

Born in Philadelphia, to Vasilios and Eta Natsios, Andrew received his Bachelor of Arts in History from Georgetown University and his Master in Public Administration from the John F. Kennedy School of Government at Harvard.😳🤓

😸👍A 23-year veteran of the United States Army Reserve, Natsios was commissioned Second Lieutenant at Georgetown University (ROTC) in 1971. He served in the First Gulf War in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, and Kuwait City and retired in 1995 with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel.

In an April 2003 interview with Ted Koppel, Natsios suggested that the total cost of rebuilding Iraq would not exceed $1.7 billion to U.S. taxpayers.[5] Actual figures have proven to be a little bit more…..😂😂🙈😿
From 2006 to 2012, Natsios taught as a Distinguished Professor in the Practice of Diplomacy and served as an Advisor on International Development at Georgetown University’s Walsh School of Foreign Service.
Currently, Natsios teaches courses on international development and famine theory at Texas A&M’s George H. W. Bush School of Government and Public Service.
Andrew Natsios has authored numerous articles on foreign policy and humanitarian emergencies, as well as three books: Sudan, South Sudan, and Darfur: What Everyone Needs to Know (Oxford University Press, 2012), The Great North Korean Famine (U.S. Institute for Peace, 2001), and U.S. Foreign Policy and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (Center for Strategic and International Studies, 1997).

Natsios has also contributed to thirteen books, written over 40 articles for publications such as Foreign Affairs, the Wall Street Journal, and the Washington Post, and is currently contributing to a World Report blog by U.S. News and World Report.

(Wikipedia 03/17/2017)

02 The Wolf Trap

<<there is an ancient luxury sedan, a Murry-sayD’s Bendz, driving down the old broken highways of the Oklahellmouth. inside the car, alternately rolling up and then resigning to roll the windows down again are three passengers, two male and one female (all three are human.) the windows roll up due to the wind rolling across the flat plains of the Oklahellmouth, kicking up the red dirt along the way. there is a saying that the dirt is red due to all the blood that has been spilled on and in the name of this land, the capital of West ‘Merica’. then after a few minutes the windows go down again because the car is old and the air-conditioning is weak. the occupants of the car seek fresh air, or just different air. the seek out oxygen that is unpolluted by gases and odors emitted by their bodies. the human gas pollution is most strongly affecting the female occupant, who is seated in the front passenger seat of the traveling vehicle. her name is Ayn Rant, a stern faced philosophical writer and government advisor who specializes in Ethical Egotism. she is currently working in ‘Merican’ President Tronald Dump’s administration as Secretary of State Resource Control. Ayn Rant is presently engrossed in the imaginary world displayed on the screen of her MyPhone. she is communicating with Yukio and IshiZuka’s (the other two humans in the car) boss, and also with the ‘Merican’ President. Ayn Rant is mainly trying to escape her current reality and companions>>

<<Yukio turns to his brother, IshiZuka (whom Yukio endearingly calls Zukio) and says,>> “There is much to know and even more to learn to desire in this world. At the moment, right now, I only know enough to be really, really, miserable.”

<<Yukio sits up in his seat and smooths out his wrinkled Harmony suit coat. it is a replica of the black one IshiZuka wears>>

“It is important not to desire to give up more than you are able to, you know?”, says IshiZuka.

<<he motions with his giant light brown hand as he speaks>>

“Blah Blah, Desire, Blah, Blah…you know…I dunno!!”,says Yukio.

<<Yukio loves to mock IshiZuka in his responses>>

“Well…”, says Zukio, <<drawing out the word as if in contemplation,>> “Do you know if you would like a cup of tea Yukio?”

<<Yukio nods his head in the affirmative and accepts the planet killing styrofoam cup from his brother. it is Jasmine green tea with a small amount of honey>>

“All I do is drink Jasmine and watch ‘Merican’ news on television. It’s depressing.”, says Yukio.

<<his voice is soft and somewhat high pitched. one might find it a bit surprising coming from the throat of such a large and muscular human male. both Ishizuka and his brother are men of impressive size and strength, with their ancestors’ characteristic warrior stature, which makes them more eye catching as the drive their boss’ compact car down the red dusty Oklahellmouth back roads. they are Maori men originally from the islands south of the coast of East ‘Merica’. the two men have thick curly black and brown hair in droves and very sparse facial hair. they both are quiet and alert men. Ishizuka looks like a giant beatific statue that has come to life as he walks through the land of West ‘Merica’. Yukio on the other hand smiles as if he were a shark that swam inland and decided to sprout legs and lungs and keep on hunting>>

“The only things ‘Merican’ news people talk about on the television is murder and rape. And politicians and movie stars getting caught doing horrible things…like murder and rape.”, says Yukio, his eyes red and wild from too much television.

<<IshiZuka is driving and nods in agreement as he looks on through the windshield and the dying insects that it collects. Yukio rides in the backseat and hangs his massive arm out of the window, waving at the occasional farmer that they pass along the way>>

“What do you think Zukio?”, Yukio asks his younger brother.

“I think you watch too much crappy ‘Merican’ television. Except that one show about the pawnshop owners. That one, that one is good. That show is funny. And I like the odd stuff that these strange West ‘Merican’ people think is worth money and bring in to sell.”, replies IshiZuka.

<<he is waving his right hand across the dashboard and bringing it down in a sweeping motion as he steers with his left. to IshiZuka (and the average person from his island for that matter) West ‘Merica’ is a completely different country that is in pseudo-military occupation of their country/islands. in fact, that is pretty much the view held by most of the people on this planet. West ‘Merican’s are seen as pseudo-military house guests/door to door salesmen.>>

“You’re not getting it dear brother.”, says Yukio angrily. “The whole reason we left the island was to find opportunity. To make something of our lives, not to drive around in Mister Boss’s shiny tiny car and make people do what he asks. This isn’t living. We watch the world burn around us. Here in the countryside the crops wilt in the heat, the cows eat and shit, and then the city people eat and shit the cows. Everyone here wants to escape this “land of opportunity” and run away to an Island!”, says Yukio, gesturing with his styrofoam teacup in sad triumph.

<<at this Ayn Rant puts down her cellphone world and throws head back laughing. the brothers become quiet as their forgotten companion reinserts herself into their world.>>

“You innocent fuckers are hilarious.”, says Ayn Rant at the end of her laughing fit. “I need a drink. Have you got anything other than that thermos of dirty green water back there Zukio?”

“I’m Yukio.”, says Yukio from the back seat. “And no, we don’t consume or transport liquor. If that is what you are asking.”

“Well, we shall have to remedy that after we pick up the Boy Genius.”, says Any Rant.

<<she picks up her cellphone and goes back to pretending the Brothers and this car ride do not exist.>>

“This is good tea, than you Brother.”, Yukio says.

“Glad it is to your liking Brother!”, responds IshiZuka with a large, peaceful grin.

<<IshiZuka has no other size grin.>>

“No Yukio, It is you who does not see the big picture. I think it is because you, like them, sit and watch the news all day. We have clean clothes and clean water! Food is so plentiful here, and we can sit around in houses or hotels that have machines that make the air clean and circulate it at whatever temperature we may desire! It is not the glory and the fame you wished for sitting on the front porch with your feet in the sand back home, but it is a strange paradise all of its own”, says IshiZuka.

<<IshiZuka (or Zukio as his brother endearingly calls him) steers the Murry-sayD’s Bendz off of the dirt roads and onto the paved road. the three humans are heading to a laboratory in the city of MickAlester Cowley. it is the ninth month of this world’s twelve month calendar year and the weather in the Oklahellmouth is warm. the previous few months have been unpleasantly hot, but nature seems to be bringing some cool relief down upon the dusty Mid-West Oklahellmouthian Plains. The Samo Brothers and Ayn Rant are still alternatively rolling down and then up the car windows and turning the air conditioner on and off as they drive. both men are sweating in their expensive name brand suits, but they prefer to have the fresh air coming in through the windows and the option of dangling their tree trunk sized arms out into the outside world. Ayn Rant wears a black gown that is a bit too thick for this season, on this continent (apparently her wardrobe even wants to be someplace else). we can dream to be anyone, anywhere we want to be. enjoying life is all about appreciating the illusion of freedom.>>

“So what are we doing for the Boss in this cow town?”, Yukio asks his younger brother.

<<Yukio takes another sip of his Jasmine Tea.>>

“As I told you when I woke you up from your second nap this morning and again when we met Miss Rant on the train an hour ago; we are here to persuade a scientist to come with us to see the Boss.”, answers IshiZuka, in his characteristically calm tone of voice.

“You of course remember Doctor L’Argent du Sang’s work in human regenerative teeth growth? Gene manipulation instigating the growth of third and fourth sets of adult teeth. The Doctor still has lawsuits from the ‘Merican’ Dental Association pending against him for that one. Ha ha ha.”, says Ayn Rant.

<<she does not take her eyes off of her phone as she speaks. IshiZuka and Yukio both rub their jaws and pray for missing teeth to regenerate. IshiZuka drives the car into the research hospital parking lot and brings the car to rest. he looks over at his brother and waits for Yukio to show some sort of reaction to IshiZuka’s speculation on ‘Merican’ Society or his disdain towards Yukio’s attention span or even Ayn Rant’s celebrity gossip dribble; but Yukio does none of these things. He instead puts on a pair of dark sunglasses and says,>>

“Come on Zukio, let’s go collect the Boss’s Scientist.”, as he pulls himself free of the car’s grip and steps into the Oklahellmouth sunshine.

<<Ayn Rant puts away her cellphone triumphantly and salutes IshiZuka.>>

“There’s been a change of plans. I’m leaving you now to meet with Lush Rimbaugh to discuss various aspects of West ‘Merican’ policy which are beyond both your pay grade and comprehension. Good day dear Brothers. Stock the car with a more spiritually expansive beverage supply next time, will you my good men?”, declares Ayn Rant as she takes her leave.

Stopping short and pointing at the Brothers, “Meaning scotch.”, says Ayn Rant.

<<Ayn Rant turns and walks away from the Murray-sayD’s Bendz and struts toward a helicopter pad, located at the end of the sloping hospital parking lot. the helicopter is labeled “Med-Evac” and is used to transport patients to and from the hospital. human patients come to McCow Towne General Hospital from small towns located outside and in between the major cities of Mickalister Cowley and greater Oklahellmouth City. Ayn Rant walks up to a helicopter pilot who is exiting the flying machine. IshiZuka watches as Ayn Rant gestures with her hands to belittle and insult the pilot’s intelligence. the pilot takes the helmet off of her head, releasing an impressive mane of red hair into the Oklahellmouth wind. the hemet is then flying through the air, rapidly covering the distance between it and Ayn Rant’s favorite head. Ayn Rant snatches the helmet out of the air and climbs into the cockpit of the helicopter. the pilot exits the helipad and walks past IshiZuka and then into the hospital. IshiZuka’s huge chest heaves a great sigh of relief as Yukio finally crawls out of the Big Rich Man’s tiny car.>>

“Nice of you to join me Brother.”, says IshiZuka.

“Did you know that Mickalister Cowley is about twelve hours east of Oklahellmouth City (OKHC) by car, and only two hours if one takes the train? The OKHC Rail Transit System is immensely popular since its inception in the last decade. Unemployment on the continent of Oklahellmouth fell, alcohol related driving arrests dropped and there was a sharp decrease in the over all crime rate. There hasn’t been such a dramatic rise in the national pride and morale of the average Oklahellmouthian since Normal Towne’s Ticky Tacky University (three stones throws south of OKHC) started televising it’s cheerleading practice before football games.”, says Yukio in one giant breath.

“How very informative Brother. Shall we get to work?”, says IshiZuka, gesturing in the direction of the hospital

01 A Glass House in the Sand

Opening statements from The Virus; this book’s narrator. Everything contained by

<<this>>, is to be interpreted as monologue from the narrator or part of the ongoing

dialogue between the narrator and the story’s protagonist Finnegan. The protagonist will

be introduced by the narrator, The Virus, in due time.

Thank you,

thefatherphil.

 

<<there is said to be a glass house in the deserrrrt, and on the front of the house

there are seven different colored doors.  each door has a collection of images drawn

in blood on it>>

 

<<it is also said that a Wo-Man sees what sHE desires when SHe looks through the

glass walls. but when sHe picks a door to open, SHe finds what sHE deserves>>

<<this book is completely true. every word. i was there. i saw it all>>

<<first off, let me say that the meat of this story consists of a secret blend of the fate

of a Cook and a Dishwasher; and of, well..uh..meat,in general>>

 

 

“My tears have been my meat, day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?”

-Psalms 42:3 KJV Bible (sometime Anno Domini)

 

<<as for the Cook? well, you are the Cook. as for thy God? well, your god is your

country: ‘Merica’. and being a story about ‘Merica’, this is a story about the true

‘Merican’ god: Capitalism. Capitalism and its disciples, the Capitalists. the

Capitalists were/are the folks that run ‘Merica’, both East and West ‘Merica’, and all

that is above or below, if you asked their opinion on it (and the Capitalists really

hope that you would ask for their opinion.) the Capitalists decided that it was time

for another war. there had not been a war of note in several years. the multi-

national morale was really low. somebody important did not have enough capital to

invest in something important that they really really wanted. overpopulation had

been growing at an exponential rate. some sector of the public was butt-hurt about

the lack of respect someone was showing their religion or favorite sports team. best

of all, the Scientists finally figured out how to harness the energy of the sun. and

here is the kicker; it really did have something to do with smoke and mirrors after

all>>

<<there was a girl. she was about 149,600,000 kilometers away from the sun; or

92,960,000 miles, depending upon the kind of measuring stick that you were using.

this particular sun itself is only a star among multitudes of other stars in the Orion

Arm of the Milky Way galaxy. the Orion Arm is only but a minor arm of the Milky

Way galaxy stuck between the Sagittarius and Perseus Arms; and God only knows

how many girls live between those arms. now that we are on the subject, the Milky

Way is just one of billions and billions of galaxies, like ten to the eleventh power

billion. as far as galaxies go, the Milky Way is a pretty nice galaxy; not as nice as the

Sombrero galaxy, but way better than the aptly named Cigar galaxy. you do not

want to take a girl from the Cigar galaxy home to meet your mom. anyway, inside

the girl that lived inside of the earth, that was located three doors down from the

Sun, that was located inside the Orion Arm found inside the Milky Way galaxy; was

me>>

 

<<the girl was you. you were nineteen. you did not have a boyfriend. you did not

have enough money. you did not enjoy Football ‘Merican’ Style!! (shame on you.)

you did not have enough motivation to do anything to make your dreams a reality.

you told yourself that there would be plenty of time for dreams when you grew up

(which is what everyone who never does anything with their life tells themselves.

you often admitted this to yourself.) so you looked for work of some sort to get into

after high school. you were recruited to sell cigarettes and beer to other humans

who did not know what they wanted to do with their lives. at first it was cathartic,

but then selling prepackaged death made you a bit homicidal>>

 

<<me? well for now, let us just say that i am someone that previously did not have

any body until i found you. i was less than the trees, shorter than basketball player

threes (22ft according to Hoyle). but, hey, i am the one who gets to tell the story; and

it is all about you, so i just know that you are interested. i have never attended a

formal school, save the classroom of life; so forgive my literary transgressions. to

err is human, and i so want to possess precious humanity>>

 

<<as it happened, when the Scientists told the Capitalists that they could give them

unlimited energy to do with whatever they pleased; the Capitalists asked

themselves what any self-respecting group of con-men would:>>

“What is in it for the other guy vs. what is in it for me?”

– the Capitalists

<<answer? land. lots and lots of land. and the home of all this World’s religions!

well all the really juicy ones anyway. the Scientists decided the best place to build

their creation would be in the desert. there was an ideal desert in part of what

would become East ‘Merica’. in fact the only thing this particular desert had been

used for during the previous four thousand plus years, was war. ironically wars for

power at that. so, rationalized a certain scientist, we wrap up the war over power

and religion and finish up that whole Manifest Destiny project in one freedom

loving swoop. wipe the slate clean. remove the church from the rock. relocate the

bothersome natives. build a glass house in the sand>>

 

<<and so the Capitalists told the Politicians and the Politicians told the People, “we

just ended unemployment, and we raised wages! tired of being poor? you all work

for us now! tired of being fat? you are going to lose weight! you are going to become

better looking and debt free! annnnnd we are going to give you cool machines to

play with!” haircut, lift weights, gun in hand; come on kids, boots in the sand. for

the next ten years, military service was compulsory in what is now called West

‘Merica’. five years in for every citizen, less of they got the job done quicker.

quicker you come the clean plate, sooner you get the desert…errr…dessert. slip of

the tongue, yeah that is it. never mind what the left hand is doing, look at my right

hand. there was even a selling point for all those misguided souls who still held

onto religious nostalgia for the war torn area that was about to undergo extreme

home makeover; this glass house is going to be the new temple that all you churchy

kids have been drooling over at the God Store>>

 

<<that is how you became a soldier. later, when you were an “ordinary” ‘Merican’

citizen again, and a mother, you were reminded of what your commanding officer

said before becoming one with all things (literally. she was splattered all over you,

your assault rifle and the five other guys standing next to the IED that enlightened

her.), “whenever you become attached to someone or something, be it a moral idea

or a perfect painting, a lover, husband or child; they/it become(s) hostage to your

world.  Collateral Damage. you become Suffering’s Slave.” interestingly this

reminds me of a phrase that Anansi the time traveling spider often says to me when

i want too much of him,>>

“Silly Virus, Attachment leads to suffering.” – Anansi the Spider