Welcome to 2009!

January 7, 2009

Another year has spun by so fast.  Like the swift moving terrain below our wings, the voyage westward spans another year.

We celebrate the conclusion of the chaos that has been our election cycle.  We await the gentleman from Illinois, formerly the junior Senator, and his inauguration as President of the Republic.  We do hope that his light, will put out heat, and that the change that we have been waiting for will come.

Or, we should embrace the coming storm.  Aware that on the horizon is the fast moving darkness, we hope that as we hold fast, we overcome the waves of bedazzling, bedevilling, and bewildering bull droppings.  As we see the machinations of the mediocre minds,  the double dealings of special interests, and the perversion of the process by the simple minds of the greedy, we shed a tear for the generations to come.

We regret the departure of the ideals of the republic, and feel that it’s time has past.  The bloated corpse of our government is picked over by the foul creatures that have usurped our system, in the name of the people.  They rob, assault, defraud us of our birthright daily.  Public whipping would be too good for them, and yet they return year after year, to the scene of their crimes.

Fools, perverts, tyros, and nere-do-wells; they have fed at the public trough for too long.  The dragon recommends burning the village, as fire is usually a cure all for sorts of infestations.

Chaos Effect

September 9, 2008

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” Digital watches. And soon I shall have understanding of video cassette recorders and car telephones. And when I have understanding of them, I shall have understanding of computers. And when I have understanding of computers, I shall be the Supreme Being! ”

-quote by Evil, from Terry Gilliam’s “Time Bandits,

When you boot up your computer do you feel good about it?  Do you feel about it the same way you feel about a new car, or a nice watch? Do you feel a part of your technology, or apart from your technology?  When did your cell phone become the ultimate communication tool?  Do you even remember the last time that you went wthout your blackberry?

These are the questions we ask, because we are curious.  Have we become masters or servents?  Do the machines respond to us, or do we respond to them?  Do you jump at a beeping noise, or a “cool” ring tone?  Are you responding to texts and emails instantly? Whilst driving? Yeah, we thought so.

What if one day, it all stopped.  What would you do?  How would you make your living?  Would your job even exist?  How would you get information?  How would you get food?  Shelter?

Could you survive if everything went “poof”?  Can you take care of your family, without being able to get ahold of the doctor?

Some of these questions are hard to answer.  Naturally the are also uncomfortable when you take the time to think about them.  Now, here’s something that will really keep up at night.  Do you think our enemies, foriegn and domestic, might also have thoughts like these?  And what will they do when they decide to put thoughts to action.

The dragon advises you to invest in canned food and shotguns, just in case.

Silicon Eagle?

August 24, 2008

We wonder if you have ever had any computer issues.  Any wonky sessions with Windows, nasty pernicious virus activity, issues with hardware and software.  Now, imagine that when you have a platoon of marines under fire, and you are thousands of miles away at a workstation, and it gives you a blue screen of death.  Now what.

The much vaunted Air Force of this nation has recently activated an entire wing of combat drone aircraft.  These aircraft are armed, unpiloted and flying over the disputed areas of our world.  We must emphasize the unmanned part.  NO PILOTS!  Our military officers have reached the point where they realize that they can fly these aircraft, attack the enemy and not risk the lives of our brave aircrews.

The downside is that this activity has created a certain psycological stress on the crews who operate these fantastic machines from afar.  It appears that when you engage in combat at close range with the enemy, and then pick up the kids, it can create a certain…unusual work environment.  Vaporize an enemy stronghold, and then take the wife and kids to the mall.  We suppose that it might make for a bit of a conflict.

We also question weither it makes more sense to take the human out of the equation altogether.  Just don’t use Vista.

It amazes us, that the more things change the more that they stay the same.  There is an old saying that if you stay in one place long enough, everyone that you have ever known in your life will eventually come to you.  So, it goes without saying, that it is nice to re-discover old friends from ones past.

It is nice to know that the past is still alive.  That it remains a fixed reference in time, from which we can travel forward;like the best library books, it is a reference to which we can refer.  It is a beacon from which we can derive the velocity and direction of our life.  It gives us a tool with which we can correct our course, and continue our inevitable journey to the west.

The idylls of youth stir our heartstrings as we remember those halcyon days.  We were the princes and princesses of the Summerlands, beautiful and fair.  Age has cleaned the harder side of adolescence, and all that remains are memories of how damn young and naive we all were.  It was a more innocent time, and we were still children then.  Now, not so much.  Gray hair, children and the details of adulthood have changed us.

So we spread our wings once more, point our nose at a star, and roar off into the night.  Behind is the pale blue dot, ahead the vastness.  The dragon says bring it, throw me into that brier patch.

It has been a while since we have graced the pages of this blog, but then life is what happens when we least expect it.  Dramtic turns of events have kept us from posting, largely due to issues above, and beyond, our control.  These days it seems just when our keel is even and the dust is settled, another storm rages across our path, and we can only hold fast against its rage.

The world has gotten more complex since we posted here last, and yet we think that it might just be the same players, just moving new pieces across the monopoly board that is America.  The vicissitudes of modern life just seem to add more weight to our overburdened, weary shoulders.  Maybe Ayn Rand was right, Atlas should shrug, and let the knuckle-dragging, mouth-breathing idiocracy have at it.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, it seems all is not paradise in the People’s Republic of America.  The famous party on the left, known so long for its loyal opposition, is self-immolating.  Whilst the party on the right is finding new hope in a man known for his maverick positions.  Their candidate, an honorable hero, is being cast as the solution to the nation’s ills. 

We are curious whom the party on the left is going to choose. Do they choose the gentleman from Illinois, whose stance on anything is unknown, but he can sizzle with the best of them.  Or do they go with the gentlewoman from New York, by way of Arkansas, the much lauded wife of a former chief executive.   Neither of these people have much in the way of qualifications, including the gentleman from Arizona, who whilst an undoubted hero of the first order, has been in the circles of power for many years, and therefore just as likely as the other two to continue politics as ususal.

The Who were right, the new boss is just like the old boss.  One more time around the monoply board for everybody, and this time the dragon is the shoe. 


America is in thrall over the self immolation of the bright, pretty thing known as Anna Nichole Smith.  Like a beautiful bird eaten by the crocodile of addiction, Ms.Smith succumbed to the rigors of the “pop life”.  Known more for her propensity to take her clothes off, and her less than MENSA intelligence,  she suffered the slings and arrows of the paparazzi, as she clung to her fifteen minuets of fame like a drowning person to a life preserver.

That being said, she has become an example of our newest American contact sport, “train-wrecking”.  We have not only become obsessed with fame, but now we have become enthralled in the self-destruction of our celebrities.  In just a few hours, Brittany Spears’ new “lost-a-fight-with-a-hair-razor”  hair style has been seen across the whole of the Earth’s surface.  We revel in the clay feet of our golden idols.

Once upon a time, people achieved fame because they actually “did” something.  Now, they are famous because…well, that is the question.  Why are we even paying attention to these people, whose apparent level of dysfunction is so high that they cannot help but attract attention?  Like the screaming child in the mall, these failed adults seem to need us to notice them. 

The time has come to move along, nothing REAL to see here.


This was the admonition of the Spartan wives and mothers to their men as they went to war.  There were only two ways to return home, on your shield or carrying it.  You must return in victory or death.  Their expectations were such that they could not consider anything less.

As we celebrate Valentine’s Day, I wonder if we consider how we treat our families year round.  Each day, as we venture out into the world to bring home the proverbial “bacon”, facing those challenges we each must face in our lives.  Even though most of us will not know the sting of mortal combat, we each must uphold our honor as we cross the larger battlefield of life.

So even if the trinkets of this Hallmark Holiday are left on the store shelves, the more important gift is the shield that you bring home to your loved ones tonight.  It may be tarnished and bent, but if it is held high, with pride and honor, and more importantly,the love that compels you to provide for your family,  it is worth more than all the stuffed teddy bears, roses and other geegaw’s in all the world.

 It is worth more than anything…except chocolate, nothing beats chocolate.