Dear Friends: Hot off the press: Alphabet, Inc. (née Google, Inc.) has been infiltrated by that scourge to any and all things silicon, any and all things high-tech, and any and all things a virtual click away... a human being. More shocking, said human being actually said something that was on his mind (née an opinion), in clear violation of any and all said PC rules.
(It was actually an internal memo, probably dictated to Siri, or Alexa, or Hal, or whoever/whatever the hell is running that shit-show called Silicon Valley (now to be forever coined Silicoin ValleyICTM, because it's clearly all about who can collect the most gold coins), where speaking your mind (if you even have one) costs you your job.)
(As such, Silicon ValleyICTM also works.)
And it's no longer even over-the-top to imagine the parallels: If you speak out against the government of North Korea, you die, literally. If you speak out against the government of Google, you die, figuratively. And by all accounts, the figures are massive.
So Memo to Google: Come on, man. Don't be evil. Or North Korea.
Thankfully, the War against the Robots, pink or otherwise, is still a couple of years away. At least, we all hope so. But it has become clear that this Campaign Summer is all about that oldest of all human political campaigns: War. (A technical term used by the currently bombarded White House, appropriately.)
For war is being waged against these great United States of America, against our President Donald J. Trump and Family, even against our God above, a war waged both literally and figuratively, from forces both within and without our great Consitutional Democracy.
So Memo to Social Democrats: Come on, man. Don't be evil. Or Venezuela.
Literally, the aforementioned North Korea is growing a pair, somehow, the aforementioned Venezuela is losing its shit, without the benefit of toilet paper, Syria seems forever bleeped, Iran is looming, ISIS is waning, but like a rat in a corner, allowing al-qaeda to be re-spawned in the son-of-Osama, while Afghanistan remains Afghanis-bleeped, all under the ever-watchful eye of the impaler, Vladimir Putin. And, that's just the A-list.
Figuratively, Special Counsel Robert Mueller has impaneled a grand jury to ramp up the biggest political hoax since the McGovern campaign, the well-coined "Russian-Collusion-Delusion" (credit to Sean Hannity and/or Doctor Sebastian Gorka), and, apparently, there's a (figurative) hit-list, which is being referred to in code as the (literal) to-do list.
(Ironically, the market has hit stratospheric highs, and still stratosphering, growth is up and still growing, jobs are up and rising, unemployment is down and falling, tax reform is on its way and promises to accelerate all of the above, and all while illegal immigration is way down, even before the wall goes up, sanctuary cities are on their way out, the baddies are being removed, asap, and other than the new-normal-threat (a technical Obama-administration term) of terrorism and the soon-to-be-normal-threat (same) of North Korea launching a decapitating nuclear attack on one or more of our major metropolitan cities, or some farm in Kansas, which would have the same effect, we're relatively safe.)
Except from the shallow state.
So come on, shallow state. How about you get a grip. Look at all the President has accomplished, and ask yourselves, how much more would he have accomplished if not handcuffed by your constant
attacks leaks? And the liberal-media-industrial-complex's constant barrage of fake news? And Congress?
Then ask yourselves, whose side are you on anyway? If you vote -- with your conscience or otherwise -- to allow the President, our President, to do his job, consider yourself a great American. If not, go bleep yourself. And move to Canada. And take your comrades with you.
And that means you, too, Congress.
For somehow Congress is on vacation, some 3-5 weeks' worth, since they think this is now Europe (given the last administration), but hey, they've worked hard, and accomplished much, and deserve their hard-earned respite from a job well done. And the President should send them all a special gift for that job well done: a special-delivery, individually-wrapped pink-slip. Figurative, of course.