tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27839327094927635992024-03-14T10:51:30.567+01:00Behind the ZZ. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-4876299958480583502016-05-06T21:14:00.001+02:002016-05-06T21:14:47.882+02:00Over&Out<span style="font-size: large;">Some time ago, there was a lazy bastard who wanted to be famous. He had seen quite a few other lazy bastards get famous, and so he tought, why not me? So the lazy bastard got to work, which was quite an experience for him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He tried a lot of different things, but in the end, nothing worked out, and he was still not famous, and still a lazy bastard, although maybe a bit less so. So, as any lazy bastard would, he dropped the idea of getting famous, and returned to his old life of being just another lazy bastard. And all he kept of those strange times was a blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've been keeping this thing alive (more or less) for about two years now, and even though there weren't a lot of you who read it, it still made me happy, so thanks a bunch for that!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But life goes on and all that, and I'm finding it harder and harder to keep a regular update schedule, 'cause I got more and more other shit going on. So instead of watching as the quality and length of my posts slips further and further down, I'll call it quits. I'll leave the site up for now, and I might post some stuff from time to time, but no promises.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks to all you gals and guys who read my stuff!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Z</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-80684853254439212932016-05-04T19:08:00.001+02:002016-05-04T19:08:15.829+02:00Politics that didn't Happen<span style="font-size: large;">After Donald Trump lost the primaries in early 2016, the U.S. elections went ahead as they always have: two parties that are basically the sides of one coin trying to hype up their differences to give people the illusion of choice. Regardless of the winner, the 'war on terror' went on as it had before, rampant capitalism remained the economical model of choice, some token efforts were made to stop climate change (but as we now know, they where nowhere near enough), and poor people kept on getting fucked in the ass by rich folks who told them that it was for their own good.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of course, things would probably have been worse if Trump had been president. But when you present people who didn't have a real choice for decades with something drastically different, they're gonna be interested. Even if it is drastically worse.</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-53843657594616739952016-05-02T13:03:00.003+02:002016-05-02T13:03:59.384+02:00Citations that weren't Made<span style="font-size: large;">"Ain't no time like the present. Except the past and the future, of course!"</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-39226973948639016492016-04-27T12:27:00.001+02:002016-04-27T12:27:36.998+02:00Politics that didn't Happen<span style="font-size: large;">As was widely reported in recent newstories, the U.S. army has destroyed several hundred million dollars of Daesh funds with their favorite method of conflict resolution, namely bombing the shit out of it. However, the destruction of U.S. currency is illegal under U.S. law, and, as was verified after the bombings, ISIS had a lot of their cash-reserves in actual dollar-bills. As soon as this became public knowledge, several prosecutors in the U.S. filed charges against the army. Within weeks, the U.S. was aflame with debate over the physical destruction of U.S. currency held by "enemy organisations".</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The actual case is pending at the supreme court as of now, but Daesh has already prepared for a favourable outcome, equipping both their vehicles and their fighters with dollar-suits. As one of their leaders put it: "If they are taking this all the way to the supreme court when it's done by their army, you can be sure that they'll sue anybody else who does it."</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-11125649004779444582016-04-25T09:45:00.004+02:002016-04-25T09:45:57.448+02:00Citations that weren't Made<span style="font-size: large;">"<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">./reason</span> does not have <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">root</span> @ <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">/heart</span>."</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-20866298726223165362016-04-22T12:04:00.000+02:002016-04-22T12:07:09.732+02:001999<style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }</style>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The year was 1999,
and somehow we all knew there wasn't going to be another one quite
like it for at least a thousand years. I had gotten into an accident a
couple days ago, 'cause I was going too fast, and might have fallen
asleep at the wheel. So my little red corvette was in the shop, which
sucked. I loved that car.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And to make things
worse, the shock of the accident had left me with a high fever, and I
spent two days being completely delirious, pretending to be married
to my living room. All in all, it was a rather strange experience.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, I had to go
out tonight for a session of dance, music, sex, romance with a couple
friends. So I rented a car, some shitty automatic pile of garbage.
But it got the job done, and I met up with my pals outside the disco
two hours later. They were already in party mood. John didn't stop
saying that there had to be something in the water, and the way he
acted, you had to believe him. The dude was high as fuck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The owner was in a
good mood that night, and gave us a couple drinks for free, which was
a nice gesture, but meant I had to grab a taxi to get home. The lady
cab driver asked me where to, and it took me a while to answer. “New
York!” I said after a few seconds.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“New York?”, she
asked, bemused.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Yeah girl. All
the critics love U over there. Sounds like the place to be.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“That's gonna be a
long drive...”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Not to worry,
darling. I'll find us something to do with our time. Did I tell you
that I'm an international lover?”</span></div>
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</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-64763535647741016112016-04-21T23:42:00.002+02:002016-04-21T23:42:40.593+02:00R.I.P.<span style="font-size: large;">Sweet Prince!</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-33257297809178275252016-04-20T10:17:00.002+02:002016-04-20T10:17:32.473+02:00Politics that didn't Happen<span style="font-size: large;">In early 2016, US congress passed a bill that allowed relatives of the victimes of the 9/11 attacks to sue Saudi-Arabia. This, of course, put a strain on US-Saudi relationships, but it was nothing that a couple oil deals couldn't smooth over. It did, however, open the door to a whole new category of lawsuits.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Since Saudi-Arabia could be held, at least in part, responsible for the 9/11 attacks, this meant that other countries, too, could be held responsible for terrorist acts that were committed by its citizens, or planned on its soil. And it wasn't long before french citizens launched a lawsuit against Belgium.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The belgians thought that they, too, should be awarded some form of compensation, and sued their own government. After that, all hell broke loose.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Governments started suing each other, people sued the families of both those responsible for attacks, and those present at the attack but who got away unhurt, because they could have taken the place of their loved ones, and might have avoided doing so by "treachery or deceit", as was written in one filing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of course, not wanting to get left behind, Daesh, Al-Quaeda and others started suing too, mainly on the ground that lax security had permitted their members to become criminals and live in infamy, and also get sued a lot, something for which they wanted compensation from the governments responsible. It did not take long for wars to turn into legal battles. And once the lawyers took over, things really started to get ugly.</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-35047219379016293792016-04-18T07:37:00.002+02:002016-04-18T07:37:22.938+02:00Citations that weren't Made<span style="font-size: large;">"It's only once you realize you don't have to, that you start wanting to."</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-86250525176980130842016-04-15T16:16:00.002+02:002016-04-15T16:16:54.388+02:00Gotcha!
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's amazing how you
sometimes see the right things at the right time. The other day,
I was walking through the grey mass of concrete that is downtown. The
sky was overcast, and a few raindrops timidly made the journey from
the clouds overhead down to earth. It was one of those days were the
dreariness of modern life hits you full face, the clouds and the
buildings merging into one big monotonous blob. Even the violent
proof of life that real rain would have given the scene was denied.
And with each step I took, the realization that we were being
stripped, slowly but surely, of anything real, of anything tangible
that could be found in life, sunk in a little bit further. And just
before the depression set in for real, I saw it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Up in the corner of
one of the buildings sprouting from a clogged-up rain gutter, was a
bright yellow flower. Because no matter how much you try to hide it,
and no matter how much you try to make people forget about it, the
beauty of life will never vanish.</span></div>
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</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-74064873395255666312016-04-13T09:02:00.000+02:002016-04-13T09:02:58.377+02:00Politics that didn't Happen<span style="font-size: large;">In early 2016, Jan Böhmermann, a german comedian, took it up on himself to demonstrate the difference between satire and vulgar insults by giving an example of the latter, reciting a poem he had written about turkish president Erdogan. The turkish president did not appreciate the act, and wanted to press criminal charges. After a few weeks of debate and internet memes, Angela Merkel caved, and allowed Erdogan to prosecute the comedian under an old "Lèse-majesté" law. And as one, the heads of state of other European countries cried outrage.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"It cannot be", said David Cameron, "that in a modern, western democracy, comics are prosecuted for insulting the turkish president, when everybody that made fun of me never even got a fine!" French president François Hollande went even further, pointing out that "after the tragic events a year ago regarding Charlie Hebdo, it should be clear to anybody that satire is dangerous, and should only be used to mock enemies of the state. The fact that such a powerful and deadly weapon has been directed at the president of an allied country is an affront, and the fact that when its him, they press charges, but when its me, they just laugh, is even worse. #JeSuisErdogan"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As events unfolded, more and more people in high offices complained that they, too, wanted to press charges against a couple of people who had made fun of them, and soon changes in the law followed to make this possible. When asked about his opinion on the matter, one of the prosecuted comedians had this to say:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"It is with great joy that I have been following the recent developments in Europe regarding satire. We have tried to educate the general public, but also our elected officials, on the concept of irony and sarcasm for years. To see now that they have not only grasped the gist of it, but are actively applying it in government, fills me with pride. Either that, or they really are a bunch of freaking morons."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He was later sentenced to ten years of solitary confinment.</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-33364848439934950732016-04-11T09:19:00.003+02:002016-04-11T09:19:45.799+02:00Citations that weren't Made<span style="font-size: large;">"Spring is when you start to remember that office work sucks."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> - John Lennon</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-2065048120488421932016-04-08T16:17:00.001+02:002016-04-08T16:17:21.429+02:00Treasure Hunt
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<span style="font-size: large;">The forest was
waking up. Spring had come, and wildflowers vied for a spot in the
sunlight with the new spruces of bush and tree. They had to be fast,
because in only a few weeks, abundant foliage will cover the ground
in shadows. But of course, I wasn't here for the flowers. Somehow, I
never am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was treasure
in the ground in these parts, or so they said. Looking through the
mush of dead leaves and decomposing wood, pushing aside the
undergrowth with inconsiderate force, I kept on searching for the gold.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not real gold of
course. I was looking for the metaphorical kind. Which, not being
subject to market fluctuations, always seemed the safer investment to
me.</span></div>
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</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-67616920073255905422016-04-06T07:34:00.000+02:002016-04-06T07:34:47.752+02:00Politics that didn't Happen<span style="font-size: large;">The big story this week is, of course, the Panama Papers. More than eleven million documents showing how the rich and powerful (or, to be precise, up to now, mostly the rich and powerful from non-western countries) have hidden their assets in offshore companies to avoid taxes, sanctions, and simply to distance themselves from shady businesses. The problem, however, is of course that, although shady, dishonest, and, if you're feeling patriotic, disloyal, most of those actions where still more or less legal. But the politicians of the west where taking action fast.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">While still ahead, big speeches were made, new laws were enacted, and tax reform swept through the western world like a storm. Regimes which were (publicly) implicated in the leak were condemned, new sanctions where implemented, and the metaphorical rug rose a few inches. Because after all, the best way to avoid being caught is to make the rules yourself.</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-85036657852102489682016-04-04T07:39:00.001+02:002016-04-04T07:39:28.993+02:00Citations that weren't Made<span style="font-size: large;">"Wait 'till you're stuck inside, and the sun will shine."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> - Lao Tse</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-27876584983297264312016-04-01T12:51:00.000+02:002016-04-01T12:51:02.680+02:00Perspectives
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<span style="font-size: large;">There ain't nothing
quite like it. Soft sunshine and a cool breeze. Blue skies and white
clouds. Sandy beaches with big waves. It's amazing how big the little
things can get if you let them. The tiniest detail turns into the
crux of the whole story, and suddenly everything falls into place
around it. The world's crazy like that, sometimes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mike wasn't really
the philosophical type, but right now he felt like thinking about
this kind of stuff. It could help you sort things out. Or maybe it
was just one of those times where you needed to put the important
stuff on the backburner, and let it simmer for a while. See how the
flavour would change. The important thing was to take it off the
flame again before it burned.</span></div>
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</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-76325829166128907472016-03-30T09:35:00.001+02:002016-03-30T09:35:23.637+02:00Politics that didn't Happen<span style="font-size: large;">In 2016, the UK realized they were loosing the war on terror as they found that kids as young as 4 where helping the extremists, inventing new forms of concealed explosives, known as "cucumber bombs", and designing plans for a "terrorist house".</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Not afraid to taking action, the UK home secretary decided to reinforce extremism detection in schools, especially with younger children. The "No line left behind" act was passed, which put a heavy emphasis on the surveillance of pupils. Suspicious activities included misspelling words, drawing unrecognizable shapes that could be interpreted as some form or another of IED, or coloring outside the lines. But the results of the program shocked even those that put it in place.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It soon became clear that, having indulged in the above named suspicious behavior, a vast majority of britains youth was clearly on their way to blow up an airport, or other public and populated place of their choosing. Indeed, it seemed as if the whole populace of the country still in compulsory education was waiting for the chance to plunge the world into chaos. In response, the british government decided to change their school system.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Instead of compulsory education, british children are now subject to compulsory incarceration. The whole population aged 4 to 18 are put into prisons, where they are taught not to blow shit up, and trained educators try to get them to repent for their "original sin". The ministry of public education has recently anounced that the program was a huge success, with only a handful of potential criminals acutally managing to kill people once they got out, and the USA as well as Japan have announced that, following said success, they will implement similar policies.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A group of hardcore hippies keeps maintaining that putting kids in prison is not the right solution, but like every time before now, nobody gives a shit about those pot-smoking wackos.</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-20882758712262125202016-03-28T13:26:00.001+02:002016-03-28T13:26:08.344+02:00Citation's that weren't Made<span style="font-size: large;">"The bad thing about going to sleep, is that sooner or later, you'll have to wake up."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> - Dalai-Lama</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-89756832583923892512016-03-25T11:23:00.002+01:002016-03-30T09:37:29.103+02:00Summer Snow<style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }</style>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Johnny boy was
walking down the street, snot dropping off his nose. Spring was in
the air, but so was winter, lingering around with nothing better to
do. The mixture of pollen and cold had prevented Johnny from taking a
breath through his nose for the last week, and he was getting sick of
it. While everybody else lazed around in the warm sunshine, admiring
the bright colors, he spent most of his time inside, trying to find
the right combination of air-purifiers and indoor scents to get his
truffle working properly again. He went about it as meticoulously as
any scientist, but even after all these years, he hadn't found
anything that worked. He had started to seriously consider the
possibility that he was being sabotaged by the tissue industry. Right
now, though, he had set out to resupply on said paper-squares, his
mistrust of their creators forgotten for the moment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was making his
way back a short while later, arms laden with kleenex, when it came
to him. Like all brilliant insights, it started with a simple
question mark. He looked at it hanging there, and wondered to what
question it might belong. And when he found out, his lips split into
a big smile. Of course, the answer was there all along. It might not
be the most ethical solution, and it certainly wasn't legal. Then
again, if you had to go up against saboteurs and industrial spies, no
point insisting on the high road. And besides, it had a nice ring to
it. Snow in summer.</span></div>
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</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-31574739427311056802016-03-23T09:59:00.005+01:002016-03-23T10:00:37.255+01:00Politics that didn't Happen<span style="font-size: large;">Much like the political processes of most countries, I'm sick, so no update today.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Unlike most countries' political processes, I should be back on track by friday.</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-32231855104091809212016-03-21T09:36:00.001+01:002016-03-21T09:36:29.586+01:00Citations that weren't Made<span style="font-size: large;">"I'd rather be dead and buried than sick and alive."</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-67994463227133699812016-03-18T15:29:00.003+01:002016-03-18T15:29:54.009+01:00Over&Out
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<span style="font-size: large;">John was sitting in
front of the screen, his eyes two blurry red dots. His fingers moved
sluggishly over the keyboard in search of the right sequence to type
in. His eyelids flickered slightly as he read line after line of
code, trying to spot his mistakes. A half-empty bottle of beer was
losing the last of its bubbles next to his computer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It had taken him a
long time to get where he was. But he had started to think it might
just be worth it. Sure, there were still a couple of points that
needed fine-tuning. Constants to be adjusted, formulas to be
overhauled, segfaults to be avoided. But on the whole, it seemed to
work. He almost couldn't believe it. Conceptually sound. Never had
two words sounded so beautiful. John smiled to himself. Soon, he
thought, soon, he would let the world know about what he could do.
Then it hit him. What about sleep?</span></div>
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</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-3864665066736556302016-03-16T07:25:00.000+01:002016-03-16T07:26:00.376+01:00Politics that didn't Happen<span style="font-size: large;">In 2016, the FBI was on a roll. Not content to take Apple and WhatsApp to court over encryption, although most tech experts agreed that it was a rather stupid idea, they also felt that school were, most definitely, a dangerous place for "freedom" (how exactly they define that word is unknown as of yet, seemingly varying from PR-release to PR-release). Indeed, the bureau feared that schools might become hotbeds of "terrorism" (same as "freedom"). Luckily for the american people, they came up with a solution.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Students (and teachers) expressing strong political opinions, criticising western governments or values, doubting capitalism, or defying current social norms, were "at risk", and should be reported to the relevant authorities.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wether it was because of the flashy presidential campaign, or because after 9/11, americans had gained the reflex of nodding their head as soon as somebody used the word "terrorism" as a reason to do something, the FBI's new plan was put into place without much opposition. However, things did not turn out quite as expected.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Teenagers who were growing tired of swatting welcomed the new challenge, and, in the first school year after the implementation of their plan, the FBI received over a hundred thousand reports of abnormal behavior by students. As it turned out, most of those were false-flag operations by students against students, and such a strain on ressources that it seemd the FBI would be paralyzed if it did not suspend the program.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The bureau, however, did not back down, and decided that, instead of time-consuming investigations into the validity of accusations, it would simply consider that people who were reported to them had to have done <i>something</i>, and gave everybody a preventive jail sentence of at least six months.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ten years later, the population of the U.S.A. shrunk from 300 to 100 million, mainly due to mass emigration. Of the remaining people, 10% are in the FBI, and 30% are in jail. But hey, no major terrorist attacks! (probably...) </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-58849728143892125802016-03-14T07:19:00.002+01:002016-03-16T07:25:50.775+01:00Citations that weren't Made<span style="font-size: large;">"How come I'm always awake in my dreams, although I spend my days dreaming of going to sleep?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> - Platon</span>Z. Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548398018719661121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783932709492763599.post-88702399228246417562016-03-11T15:27:00.000+01:002016-03-11T15:27:32.006+01:00Seafood surprise
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<span style="font-size: large;">John was smiling to
himself as the water ran down his body. Nothing quite matched the
feeling of a warm shower after a sweaty workout. He didn't
particularly care for the macho-banter of his shower-mates, but it
was a small price to pay for the slice of heaven he was now enjoying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Stepping out from
under the water was disappointing as always, and the smell of manly
sweat hit him full force as he stepped into the locker room. A
tangled mess of after-shave and hormone-laden bodily secretions that
made him think of the results he had gotten when he decided to mix
together all the ingredients of his chemistry kit as a kid. Nothing
good could come of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He pulled on his
boxers, his shirt and his pants, and sat down to take care of his
socks. Then it happened. He straightened up and looked around. Was he
going crazy, or did something in here really smell like boiled crab?</span></div>
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