Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

You might remember the movie "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" and perhaps the movie with Sidney Poitier entitled "They Call Me Mr. Tibbs. " I thought those two titles might mentally prepare you for the drama of a story about my life: in this case it's a story about dinner with the FBI. Not all 30,000 of them but just two of them who I had dinner with just last night. My sister has friends who amazingly and curiously all seem to have FBI roots...she's not in law enforcement and never has been so there's a funny story. They sort of follow me and my sister (and her husband) like a sick puppy who no one can make right.

I guess with the big field office full of special agents over toward Glen Allen (in Richmond, Virginia) it was just a favorable situation to have them over. It was favorable since there are so many agents in proximity to where we had dinner you could say. They sort of show up like an overflow valve on a water heater spills unwanted water into a drip pan. We're the ones being dripped on.

I'd Love to...aaargh!
What, again! Nothing personal but theyr'e disengaging to the point of ridiculousness. To fully appreciate the dinner date with the G-men you have to know I'm a celebrity and they want to help me in any way they can: this has translated into chaos in every way conceivable. The dinner they put together involves insane and annoying subliminal chatter that will drive you to distraction and into fuzzy thinking.

Dinner With the Bureau
As this impromptu meal began with the feds I had just finished getting tedious instructions by the G-men (G-women in this case) on how to properly trim bushes and shrubs with atttention also being given to how to appropriately mulch shrubs (and trees) and to take care to fertilize trees and flowering shrubs. (The FBI additionally assists me while I'm on the road in what could be perceived as inane meddling with "subliminal" and mind-bendingly annoying and gut-punching attacks. A lot of these "subliminal" advice sessions will shake you to your roots. That's ok the feds seem to be saying, because the anxiety and nervousness that is (inevitably) produced is working. It makes you wonder what "working"means.

You Can't Turn Down Our Offer!
All the interactions with the G-men can't be refused and as a matter of fact I can't make them stop: they don't seem to care how much collaterral damage they cause to people in this urban scenario: the damage I refer to is only appreciated if you don't think you need to have chains attached to your limbs to hinder your movement. In Richmond which happens to be the capital city of the Confederacy it is ironic indeed that putting chains on people is so lightly regarded. The chains I speak of are coming from the callous and whimsical flow of projected words on a Richmond population many of which lived through Jim Crow...it's like a bad nightmare of a bygone era. No one who hears the FBI attack gets real comfortable for a while after it occurs. It's the worst kind of mistreatment!

Post-consumer (value added) Content
Sitting down to eat with the G-men you might expect to have something added to your food to inspire more harmonious relationships with the fiat-givers: this was the case at my meal yesterday. There was something extra added to that pizza that I can't identify though it was definitely chemical. They demand that you comply with a subliminal rabble of words and thoughtless wandering. I recently had a birthday lunch at a local restaurant and I found my food also had a "value-added" chemical on it..hmmm.

Patriot Act Extended...awaiting Presidential signature
In addition to the situation I dealt with above I also have the additional circus of having to deal with a national security letter which is a three-ring circus that reels in all sorts of civil liberties with all the dignity of a circus freak show. I can't determine whether the national security letter that the House of Representatives alluded totoday (May 26, 2011) is how I lost my liberty or the equally nasty warrant from a FISA Court. To subject a prospective candidate to a FISA Court issued warrant is a bit extreme don't you think?

As the bold print above alludes to the Patriot Act which was set to expire tonight was passed by a 3:2 ratio in the House after getting a 3:1 ratio victory in the Senate. This is troubling and NOT just because it has allowed the FBI to dance on my rooftop for years...by that I mean they can do just about anything by way of accessing "data" from my apartment without explaining. It really doesn't matter whether they have a national Security Letter or a FISA Court-issued warrant. The effective result of each will simply separate you (you or me) from the everyday world as most know it. Can you imagine the level of intimidation a prospective employer would endure at the prospect of hiring a person subject to either of these devices...and they use devices to enact the components of the particular "intent " or the focus of whichever one it is.

Do we Really Need This Extended?
"So Mr. Hayfield, are you a lone wolf or are you a member of a larger group... like the DEMOCRATIC PARTY?!"

It is OUTRAGEOUS that the Patriot Act was extended--provisionally-- for four years (subject to Presidential approval) without amendments to account for certain unsavory parts. Rand Paul, the new Senator from Kentucky offered amendments that didn't make the final cut and so the old Patriot Act is on its way. He was concerned about provisions that allowed gun records to be accessed with a FISA warrant. I'm concerned about the entire bill which seems to be unfairly vague and doesn't require that those subject to a FISA warrant are even suspected of a crime.

I'll fish for Sturgeon or I'll fish for Crappeye or I'll fish for Sailfish, or I'll fish for anything floating around. Maybe some politicians will buy it from me or bargain for it...hmmm.

Whatever it is you catch someone might like it...that will inspire good government and fair dealings!

Would You Hire Me?
I am subject to constant scrutiny that would intimidate any prospective employers despite my ability to do work. It's ironic that BECAUSE I have been so effectively put in a bubble prospective employers don't have the capability to interact with me. It's BECAUSE of the 24/7 scrutiny that I have become able to spend so much time writing: the OPPOSITE of what the people occupying me would likely wish. So, now I have a LOT of time to write. I didn't even specifically mention who is occupying my space (by way of electronic device.)

What did you read today everyone?