I was sharpening my chainsaw when they called me from Washington, D.C., to ask me how to fix the economy…
Without worries about money, without a job, and with extra space in the garage to grow food and invent, these people forgot about the stock market, stopped borrowing money, even forgot how to shop — in short they stopped being American…
And now they are coming up the road to my place because I’m a poet, and I live in a compound defended by polygamist haikus…
First thing they did was to put a 40-inch plasma TV in every room and fixed it just so we couldn’t turn it off. Just like in Orwell, only with much sharper images…
Sound good Ed?
Bedrock & Paradox 
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