I can see it clearly now

"You couldn't figure out what was going on."

That's what she told me. She told me about reading Deepak Chopra and meditating, and about starting to see everything for what it was. On the inside, I laughed. I had seen everything for what it was long ago. It certainly wasn't transcendental meditation. It wasn't about demerits or your permanent record or what woman you had handcuffed to a bed. It was about the future.

And now is the future, reader. We sit in the last oasis, a place between the fabled past and the inglorious future. Where the coming shame is yet unknown, and men cut the lining out of their pockets not merely to spite their pants but to masturbate in auditoriums while great orators speak. Orators like the sorceror Ben Bernanke.

Say it with me reader. Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I have used technology. I have taken the next step. And just as those before us struggled against the shackles of government, so too does the box spring creak and the bedframe rattle against the wall. This is the way that the seed is issued forth, and the future is created.