Subject: psychadellic brain willow panther in the celestial ether wind

From: Bob Allisat <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 1998 07:44:14 -0500 (EST)

psychadellic brain willow panther in the celestial ether wind

(The Internet According to 1900 Pennsylvannia Avenue???)

 Percieved/manufactured chaos, Green Paper intervention,
 bogus consultations, White Paper, top secret back room
 dealings, even more bogus IFWP pseudo procedings, fake
 consensus followed by swift from on high appointed Board
 of Directors, Postel (god bless his dead ass) replacement
 of the non variety and Newco baddy black hat prick El
 Presidente for life back stabber, show conferences, Number
 one Official funny handshake paddy whack rubber stamp, cue:
 hail to the chief!, advisor guru wannabee retires with more
 laurels, peace imposed upon netkook toontown, USG adminin
 goes down in history as the ones who brought all this wild
 west, shoot 'em up, yeehaw cyber mayhem muckety muck, anti
 trilateral commission nonsense to free market, mom and apple
 pie, the sherrif is the guy with the shiney silver star
 law and order (question mark, exclaimaiton mark)?! 

 Not so fast kimosabbe... there's a catch in all this Americano
 technicolour dreamsville hoohaw stuff...

 And that catch is the fact that your military
 boyz in the Pentagon hood designed this Net 
 thingee way, way too too good. Have to rush
 Internet Two in  here real fast for all these
 cherry plum Hyannisport visions to come 1.5
 gigabyte per second (one way) true. Because 
 in this here legacy net thingee it's not the
 powers that be that has the power. It's the
 fucked up shmucks and duuzer losers like me
 and the rest of these brawling, bawling
 sometimes crawling fuckers and fuckees
 that's got the power. Snuff one of us,
 pull that big old plug and silence uno
 and ten jump up as wailing replacements.
 Jam one channel, block one port and we
 bust over to  a hundred others or damn
 well invent new holes to loop into. Try
 and illegalize this and immorallize that
 and these bastards and sons and daughters
 of bitches wangle their way into something
 just that shade of the right side of the
 bloody clumsy law. You've erred before and
 you'll ere again because there's no holding
 us down, out or under unless you shut the
 whole damned thing down in some mega *PLONK*.
 So ya'll might just get used to the idea of
 things going in unpredictable paths to the
 rum tiddy tum of undetermined influences.
 Cause like it or nauwt that is exactly what's
 gong t'appen.

 I for one have had perfectly enough of
 all this bullshit. Now, before you imagine
 me completely mad let's cut to the core
 shall we? Membership? Every adult of legal,
 contract signing age who's interested in
 joining. Fee? Nil. How about verification
 and identification for voting? Priority
 number one becomes establishing such
 mechanisms. Board, Chairperson, President?
 Resign or fire them all or we abandon the
 ICANN plan and we go renegade with our own
 model and fuck ya'll. How do we pick real
 interim ones? How do we write the initial
 constitution and bylaws? A virtual and
 universally accessible convention of
 prominant netizens of all stripes. Those
 buggers who would sell our collective asses
 down the cyber-colonial river held on notice.
 Then we assemble the gathered, consense on
 the finalities - AS WE HAVE BEEN SO CLOSE
 TO FUCKING WELL DOING - and move ahead as
 one instead of being driven asunder by the
 few fuckers among us all who will remain
 fucking nameless and undignified and nulified
 though I could reel their monikers off with
 ease great and disdain and not a little anger
 at all the insufferable bullshit they've put
 us all through. As a community, as citizens
 of every nation, as human beings with hearts
 and minds, souls and religions, families and
 friends, bad poetry and prose, imagination
 and vision and liberty and love and freedom
 and the  whole gyrating, spyrating universalizing
 everything that is us, we, together and
 anyone, indivisible, undividable, one, not
 two or a hundred and seven or nothing.

 That be what you is up agin. That not be a 
 pretty sight my pretties once riled thoroughly
 up and activated. Risk not this outcome but
 in it's place turn to the psychadellic brain
 willow panther in the celestial ether wind as
 the example of behaviours natural and quite
 appropriate mummy in this most unnatural (in
 the non-artificial and best sense of the words)
 of media. Bend and move and respond and with
 the same lightening fast that surrounds us.
 Poetize and proselytize and weep and laugh and
 damn it all and fuck the pundits and politicos 
 because we are here and we are forever and we
 are immutable and without limit or limitless.
 We are a hundred million soon to be six or
 seven billion and we are undefeatable and
 indefatigable and invisible and omnipotent
 and omniscient, silent and deafening and all
 and never nothing and omega and, yes, even
 alpha of the centuri variety, of course.

 Didn't think you'd understand, glad you did
 anyways. Cheerio and pip-pip and see you all
 in Boston. I'll be the guy in the funny hat
 with the drum and the plackard beating the 
 tattoo of the revolution that will come if
 them folks so-called win because there is no
 lose for we the people for we the people
 know no boundries that cannot be breached,
 realize no limitations that will not be
 delimited and so on and so forth, etcetera,
 etcetera, glory, glory, glory, ahmen.

 The End.

 Not.

 Peace.

 Totally.

 Bob Allisat _ [email-masked] . http://fcn.net/allisat