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Killer Drone

CEE

    The rest of the weekend, my last visit to Wagon Wheel, wasn’t my happiest hour. It was next to impossible, to get Scott back to the game room. He was fascinated by the crappy machine and its dull, 2-D tennis. My hand-eye coordination has been terrible, since utero. And, you don’t master skills you don’t want to learn. We played all weekend. Me, barely scoring a point. Our mothers, drunk and cheering. Scott, never tiring of cheap victories over an opponent who hated the game. Visions of silver antiquity dancing in my head, as I continued to quietly retreat, shown once more it was foolish to trust. For those hard, whom among you are many, I realize Life is a motherfucker. That doesn’t mean I have to live it. The phrase “opt out” has an origin. I am Bartleby the Scrivener. I would prefer not to know any of You, if the Above encapsulates what you think of, as “fun”.
    Of course, E Pluribus got in on the “vuh-dee-oh” act. How could they not, there were Soviets to kill and Red Chinese to kill, Arabs to kill and little wars unlisted. Yet, it’s impossible to accept anything deadly, the way it’s posited by Others. Do I think there are people who can kill you with two fingers? Of course, but if you think it’s by way of doing some corny, Uma Thurman jabbity-jabjab, you’re a sap and I have a bridge to sell you. Do I believe skilled martial artists are FAR quicker on the draw, than you or me? Yes, but they aren’t faster than a speeding bullet, they don’t look like The Comedian or Ozymandias murdering someone, and they don’t fly-fight, dragon-ing and tiger-ing and monkeying around. You don’t understand SFX. Camera technology, evolved in reverse. If you think Bruce Lee could really move like that, come over and watch my discs of Lillian Gish.
    Likewise, the military. Do they have 3422 ways to grease individuals, most of which don’t involve a dark, “farewell” speech? Absolutely, but it’s not X-Files-ish, not remotely. I know about drones, but there’s a way to describe the process, and when Dennis Miller blurpblurp-blurpburps, behb, about “...blew his HEAD off, with a DRONE, from SPACE...!”, the oversimplified, inaccuracy of the description, has me wanting to say to him, Principal Skinner, “Oh, of course, it’s the reed.” This ain’t a key Mulder contact on the lam, targeted to her shoes by Smoking Man with a proto of the Enterprise phaserbanks! Yet, that’s how it’s posited, and that’s how people understand it and parrot it and live with it, day to day. This country is, now, a crummy Bond film full of soap stars. We’re so goddammed saturated, it’s 21st Century Fox! Every goddammed-one of you, “knows” a ninja, a Mafioso or a Man in Black...or, you know someone who “knows” one. Because of a social contract no longer fit to wipe our asses with. Yeah, sure, okay, I know. Someone “told” you. Really? No kiddin’! Are they a virgin, too?
    Nonfriend, I’m no hipster. I’m someone who could and would have lived, quite contentedly and most happily, the life described as warning to Gordie, in The Body...because to me, That Is Life. That, is the motherfucker meant as cross to bear. Bryan’s America. Shelter, Food, Warmth. Yes, it’s primitive. But, It Is All We Are. Your little wiggle-ass party of Urban Dictionary garble doesn’t move us one inch beyond it, Darwin. Any more than there’s a Gorfian Empire, or a living creature called a Pooka. We live without pixels, in a real world of Not Fun, but so few want to know that, so you smear it whore-y like Ms. PacMan, dance as fast as you can, put a feather in your caps and call yourselves rockstars. And, if anyone ain’t in lockstep, here’s a smartass bomb, courtesy of the Defender.
    WOW! What a great movie! That tech really made Us grow up! I banna be inna moobie, tew! I be...I be ‘Lectric Car Guy, go beep-beep, bad peopleses! Gonna run you alls ober! I gonna...gonna-gitch ye! I got my ‘peen-yun!

—CEE, 6/13/13

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