My ideals are noble.

My beliefs are true.

I cannot, must not, compromise. That would be turning my back on my ideals.

The system is fixed, rigged, corrupt.

POLITICIANS are all swine. They cannot have my vote. I will not support them.

Instead, I will support myself. And ignore the politicians.

I will squeal like a pig, but I won't support this broken system.

I will consistently vote my conscience, if I bother to show up at the polls at all.

There's unrest in the hills.

There's an open wound in the inner city, and it's bleeding contempt down Park Avenue.

There's a great clamoring mob marching down the mountain.  And they're sick and tired of where the assholes in City Hall are driving their town.  They're determined to make things right.

And they're destined to fail.

1 If there were robots in our midst, disguised as people, you probably wouldn't realize it. Some of the people around you right now could even be robots!

2 Benjamin Franklin, one of America’s greatest presidents, wanted the national bird to be a turkey, not an eagle.

3 Robots masquerading as human beings would have some idiosyncrasies which would let us distinguish them from human beings.

4 If there were a LOT of robots in our midst, the idiosyncrasies would seem common, and thereby undetectable.

This prison cell's got to give, you say.  These iron shackles, they're really chaffing my ankles and the noose makes it hard to breathe!  I want OUT! I need a jailbreak!

O RLY?  Or are you, like many are, stuttering back a broken reflection of something you heard somebody say somewhere?

A REMINDER FROM THE
DEPARTMENT OF OBLIGATORY RELIGIOSITY

THE FOLLOWING WAS RETRIEVED BY AN UNDERCOVER OPERATIVE

BEHOLD: An army of puny mortals, threatened with the dissolution of their life savings, stood at the gates of HaloCorp International Headquarters in Evansville. And lo, with one voice they shouted, “Render unto us our pensions, you old codgers!” And, seeing the multitude, the Board of Directors were exceeding wroth, and they took it upon themselves to call the Legislature to have a new law instated, that any man or woman who was found pronouncing judgment against the Board should be disqualified from even the promise of a pension.

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A long time ago (let's call it 1957), there were two drunken, drug-addicted prehippies loitering at a Bowling Alley somewhere in California. It has been established that our story begins with these two jagoffs. But, as is the case more often than not, the establishment has it all wrong. Anyway, these two guys fancied themselves philosophers of a sort. One of them, known to historians worth their salt as Xum Xmuk, had just finished a bottle of cheap bourbon.