Greg Forest - Musician, Writer, Producer
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September 1st, 2009

The new sunglasses interface with the aliens is working out great! It is so cool that I don’t have to wear the sombrero anymore. It was distracting. Really. I would be driving down the road, texting a friend about the Blue Light Special on Aisle 12, while checking the GPS on the way to Wal-Mart and the sombrero would fall down over my face while trying to use the little keys to type. Unenlightened drivers were honking at me, in praise of the interface I suppose, further distracting me. The lady driving the new Escalade while talking on a cell phone and doing her nails was the only one to give me a coral-tinted high five. I’m glad I’m not the only one around here who knows how to multi task.

One of the things that has always bothered me about the aliens is that while they are generous with the inside information they share in the hyper-dimensional data downloads to my brain, they really don’t offer to help us out in any physical sense. Not that I don’t appreciate privileged and secret facts filling my cranium, but I wonder why they don’t just give us global bailout. I asked the aliens about this.

"We tried that a few thousand years ago in the Middle East. We built a nice facility in the desert – a beautiful natural stone edifice about the size of a large airplane hanger and put the latest Model 14 Cornocopium inside it. It was a great device, popular across the entire galaxy. You flip the switch, pour anything into the hopper – garbage, sand, enemies – and out the other end come the latest gadgets and appliances. Pour in poop and out comes an all terrain vehicle or big screen TV. It didn’t take the wandering desert tribes long to discover the device, but instead of using it, they bowed down and started worshiping the owner’s manual. They never caught the correlation between the Cornocopium and the manual. Sadly, the device was soon disassembled and the scrap used to make swords as plowshares were as unpopular then as now. The owner’s manual is still being worshiped today. We gave up trying to help directly after that. You want another Cornocopium, you’ll have to build or buy one yourself."

JUST THE FACTS MA’AM

I guess, for now, I will have to settle for just the data. After all, data - real data of undiluted purity, is so hard to find here on Earth. Data is so valuable that corporations and governments mine it around the clock. Computers are slaving down in the mines as you read this, ripping your data from the informational bedrock in order to serve you/enslave you better. Just like minerals, there are different grades and purity of data. Like a cheap Chinese knockoff, we are fooled by faux facts into thinking we are getting the real thing - quality information.

As an example, take the latest rant from the Tea Baggers (hereinafter referred to as, "Flea Baggers." Hey, you lay down with dogs...) about the "Obama Government Death Panels." I have heard that the new legislation is calling for euthanizing Grandma, social defectives and Sarah Palin’s baby. Sounds pretty scary to me. Better check it out. The mining starts by Googling up the bill the Flea Baggers were screaming about, Section 1233 of H.R. 3200. Thank God for Google or we wouldn’t get any accurate data. Google is just ad-supported free and accurate data mining for the little guy, right?

The results were astounding! The first page of the Google search return did not contain a link to any private or government web site containing the text of the actual bill. One would think the bill in question would top the list. What a silly thought.

All the first page links were to news sites, crackpot and pundit sites representing both the proponents and opponents of the legislation. Google, in its wisdom, knew that the American people really don’t want to know what is actually in the bill, rather they want to know what someone else thinks about it – someone who thinks like they do. It appears that both sides of the issue prefer their echo chambers to information.

I am happy to report that when I sat down to write this piece a few days later a link to the actual legislation was on the opening page climbing the data charts to number 8 – sandwiched between a You Tube rant and an article at politito.com. This could be good news of a sort. The ranking metrics for Google are secret and proprietary, but it might be possible that the move up the Google charts could have been caused by citizens who were crazy enough to want to read it for themselves instead of mining second-hand, hand-me-down data from Fox News and Huffington Post.

By the way, Section 1233 doesn’t setup a "death panel" or have a "euthanasia" provision. Glen Beck and Sarah Palin might know that. If they had read it. If talking to your doctor about living wills and directives to physicians is euthanasia, you have been feeding at the trough. Read the bill.

The Flea Baggers oppose socialist health care programs. OK, grow some cajones and go the distance. Proclaim that not only do you oppose health care reform, you want to abolish Veteran’s Medical Care, Social Security and Medicare. Stand up for what you really believe in. When it comes to citizen outrage, let’s see how that platform flys next election cycle.

So who can you trust? Who shall defend the cause of data purity? The government? The media? Us? Well, it certainly won’t be us – we’re busy working folks with other fish to fry. Taking the time to get facts is not something in the Day Planners of our busy and robust lives. Pop on the TV and we can work with the biased Cliff Notes being thrown at us by both sides. It isn’t possible that Bill O’Reilly and Keith Oberman are both wrong. Is it?

A ROSE BY ANY NAME

One of my favorite songwriters, Claude "Butch" Morgan put it succinctly in this excerpt from his song, "Dressing It Up " written back in the 1980s, "In a dream I had, came the road that I chose, I can make bullshit smell just like a rose." Although Butch has modified the line to fit his now kinder, gentler and more religious persona, it is still the unabashed mantra and guiding principal of the public relations industry. Under the radar of those without the aid of hyperdimensional sunglasses, is the fact that we Americans love bad data as much as unhealthy food. We are prideful of both our physical obesity and our equally huge ignorance. We get outraged at a missspent government billion here and a billion trillion there for whatever project, but don’t see the quadzillions being spent across our entire business and government spectrum, baking up bullshit for us to consume. Sweet, fragrant, healthy, attractive and glorious bullshit is being poured out of ad agencies, government agencies and the media around the clock for our consumption and this is an exploding market – we love our BS and cry for more.

Who needs truth or facts when one can just hang with other folks who, just as blissfully as ignorant as ourselves, at least agree with each other? Give me the shiny object over substance any time. Obama is Satan. Bill O’Reilly is the Anti-Christ. There are lots of great choices on the American BS menu and, after all, we Americans are all about choice. "Will I consume the red bullshit or the blue today?" The aliens liken it to monkeys in a cage at the zoo that throw feces at tourists, but we are the only lifeforms in the galaxy that throw feces at each other. Of course, while cherishing the cage.

I began a once-a-decade house cleaning the other day and was doing a quick data triage of old books. Which do I cherish and want to keep? Which go to into the trash can or to a charity? I stumbled across Orwell’s "1984" and decided to read it again after the first pass through it four decades ago. The hero, Winston Smith makes his living at the Ministry of Truth, revising history by spending his days deleting, inserting and editing data so that it concurs with the current policies and statements of Big Brother. What was true last week may no longer be true tomorrow in Winston’s world. In today’s world, Winston would be in the ranks of the unemployed. Why revise a past that people no longer remember or care about? In a country where people no longer remember who our allies were in the sixties, seventies and eighties (Noriega, Hussein, Bin Laden), it comes as no surprise that these former allies and "freedom fighters" are now the enemy. These evil men have always been our enemies - we never supported their rise to power. When it comes to bullshit, what could be more fragrant? Recent and even historical foreign policy reveals the we.ve all taken a deep whiff more than once. The Maine, The Gulf of Tonkin, Weapons of Mass Destruction all figments of our imaginations. Forget you read the previous sentence – it never happened.

BRAVE NEW WORLD

In the "land of the free and home of the brave," we have become anything but. Freedom is but another product dreamed up by some PR ninjas to confuse consumer choices with real freedom. The American consumer is more concerned about the color of the collar around their necks than the fact that it is, in fact, a collar. "Come Citizen. Sit. Lay down. Bark. That’s a good Citizen." Home of the brave? Give me a break. We fear everything and everybody. We fear immigrants, socialists, blacks, gays, foreigners, terrorists, agnostics, and even sex – the list of things lurking under the bed ready to rip your heart out and eat it is almost endless.

More people died in America slipping in the bathtub in 2001 than terrorist acts. I hope the shower stall industry takes note of this "terrifying" statistic. A person might be better served putting no-skid strips in the bathtub than a bomb shelter in the basement if you are looking at the statistical likelihood of what really constitutes a threat. When was the last time you feared bathing? Enjoy it while you can. I hear there is an Obama socialist plan to ration even water. Now there’s an idea that will never gain any traction around here.

So until we quit being frightened out of our wits by nonexistant or overblown threats, we are consigned to the Chicken Little chapter in human history. The aliens laughed into my sunglasses when I wrote the last sentence commenting, "You Earthlings haven’t even noticed that the sky has already fallen on you."

Hang on a second. There is a audio transmission coming into the sunglasses!

"Listen Earthling. Come. Sit. Bark. Write. Shut Up. That’s a good little Earthling."



August 1st, 2009 
SOMBRERO TRANSMISSIONS
transcribed by Greg Forest


Sorry about the lack of sombrero transmissions recently. The alien uberdudes left Earth a few weeks ago for a quick jaunt around the corner to Proxima Centauri – the location of the nearest interstellar convenience store. They are back in orbit now and the sombrero is receiving their transmissions at increased bandwidth due to the fiber optic data jack I have installed in my left ear (see above illustration). I am now getting broadband direct to my cerebral cortex with a 3-D heads-up display in addition to the alien 7.1 surround sound audio feed. I won’t be needing the sombrero next month – the feed unit is being downsized to a pair of sunglasses. The first transmission that came in from orbit caught me a bit off guard but I am compelled to act on it. Call it Alien CYA. Ladies and gentlemen, by alien decree, a first in publishing history – the End Reader Agreement. Please pay close attention.

End Reader Agreement (hereinafter referred to as “The Agreement”).

In regards to the following article, (hereinafter referred to as “The Article”), by reading beyond this End Reader Agreement, the Reader (defined as one reading, hearing or otherwise viewing the contents of The Article), enters into The Agreement with Author (defined as the creator of this article) under the following irrevocable terms and conditions:

By reading The Article beyond this paragraph, Reader indemnifies and absolves Author, and any magazine, web site and/or all other methods of textual dissemination, including but not limited to telepathic, psychic and cuneiformic methods, of the effects of reading the content of The Article or any excerpts thereof, from any damages, real or imagined, including but not limited to psychotic breakdown, hearing, motor and vision impairment, bipolar, manic or other forms of depression or any and all mental or physical disorders the Reader may incur by reading beyond this paragraph. Furthermore, Reader hereby confirms and attests that Reader is in full and complete agreement with Author on all subject matter contained in The Article. Finally, should Reader be found in violation of The Agreement, Author reserves the right to pursue any and all remedies to bring the Reader into compliance. Any disputes arising from The Agreement will be resolved by arbitration at the venue and time of the Author’s choosing, utilizing an arbitrator of the Author’s choice. If, for any reason, such arbitrator is unavailable, the Author shall serve in arbitrator’s stead. Reader, without further recourse and fully cognisant of the peril, agrees to all the terms of The Agreement by reading further.


Phew! I’m glad we got that out of the way! Looks like the fine print on a credit card application but them alien fellers know what they’re doing. Trust me. Now let’s talk about the current circus called the “health care reform debate” now dancing about on the media stage recently.
The aliens are busting a gut that we don’t have the sense to come in out of the reign to act in our own self interest regarding our very lives. We remarkably perverse humans have entrusted our very health and give our money to people whose avowed mission/corporate charter is to profit from serving up as little care as possible for the highest premiums.
There are two sides to every story and this is no exception. One side wants access to health care for all Americans, regardless of medical status or ability to pay. The other side wants to profit from providing as little health care for cheaply as possible for private profit. No matter how shiny the insurance companies polish their turd, the bottom line is that they are not in business to provide health care. They are in business to make money – your money. The more health care they deny to paying customers, the larger the profit. And, until they got into derivative investments and other non-medical arenas, they profited handsomely from their policy holder’s misery.

One of the arguments from our “health care providers” is that a single payer public option will reduce the health care consumer’s “choices.” I would think that the primary choice would be whether to get medical treatment or not. For many Americans, this is not on their menu. Health care is beyond the budget of most Americans and is getting more expensive every year. With mounting unemployment due to recession, and many companies reducing benefits to stay afloat, this problem will only become worse in the future. Many of today’s insured are a pink slip away from joining the medically disadvantaged. And if you have the money, you can still do whatever you want. Rich folks in single payer countries don’t sit around in waiting rooms with the sickly common riff raff.

Belly Aches/Laughs
Let’s face it, America has some of the best medical technology in the world. No doubt about it. Go into a local hospital, tell them you have an ingrown toenail and great insurance and, voila, you are hooked up to an MRI with a team of medical professionals swarming all over before you know it. They roll in the new $15 million dollar machine that goes “ping!” but the results are inconclusive, so a toenailology specialist (TMD) has to be called in – with the resulting additional tests and lab work. A snip with a nail clipper (sterilized for only $260), a couple of $15 aspirin and they send you home sans toenail and bill your insurer for $20,000. After both sides use their hired hands to negotiate the bill, they will probably settle for only $16,000. What a deal!
My favorite argument from the insurance industry, and one that brought a belly laugh to my tentacled buddies in orbit, is that it would be unfair for insurance companies to have to compete with a public option run by the government. This is a pretty damning revelation. The opponents of the single payer system are admitting that they can’t survive economically or compete on an even playing field if they had to compete in the marketplace with an entity as efficient as the government. Of course, we all know the government is a paragon of cost efficiency and for the insurance companies to admit they can’t compete at that level sums up the package for me.

“Better care at lower cost to the consumer? That’s socialism!”, cry the Foxbots.

Another side-splitting chestnut is, “do you want the government between you and your doctor?” I’m not sure what you call an insurance adjuster but I think he is somewhere between you and your doctor (or at least between your doctor and his/her getting paid) and the adjuster’s sole mission is to keep medical expenses down. Your doctor, like most, has to keep someone working full-time in his office trying to get paid from insurance companies who are reluctant to pony up what they have promised. If someone has to be between my doctor and myself, I would prefer it be someone who didn’t have a vested financial interest in denying me treatment. When you look at the current state of the government’s monetary and economic solvency, it is certainly an iffy situation at best but when compared to insurance giants like AIG, for example, the government looks like a Swiss vault full of gold.
I heard this corker on AM radio last week, “The insurance companies have a responsibility to their shareholders to produce a profit on their investment in the company. It is important that these shareholders aren’t hurt by competition with a single payer system.” I’m sorry, but investors who can’t smell which way the wind is blowing on this issue deserve to lose their shirts. If someone wants to invest their money in an archaic service, system or product, more power to them. If they aren’t getting the return they were a century ago on their whale oil lamp stocks, maybe they should look out their window and view a changing world.

At least one business unit of the insurance industry looks solvent and is doing record-breaking business. That would be the portion that hands out money to politicians, PACs and scary ad campaigns. They are digging deep this time. It is estimated big pharma, the insurance industry and the AMA have thrown down a half billion dollars in the last 90 days - dancing through the aisles of our corrupt and money-grubbing Congress, handing out bucks and talking points to any legislator whose campaign war chest is a little light this cycle. Democrat or Republican, your elected officials are being bribed by these bastions of fair play and medical philanthropy. Bribed. There is no other word for it.

Bang for the Buck
One glance at the chart above clearly illustrates that if we were getting our money’s worth, we would be twice as healthy as any other nation on Earth. We should be enjoying longer and more robust lives but it appears that a snooty old Frenchy is going to live longer and healthier than we are. This from the country whose citizens drink wine all day and invented the “pomme frit.”

A report just issued (July 15) by the Department of Health and Human Services states that we are spending $8,000 per person each year or over 16% of our GDP for health care. The projection for as soon as 2018 is over $13,000 annually or 20% of the entire U.S. Economy. So what do we citizen/peasants get for paying the highest per capita amount in the world for our health care? You know the one I’m talking about. The one the insurance and HMO industry claims as the world’s best? We get to come in at #37 in the global scheme of things according to the World Health Organization.

These figures are formulated using metrics that the insurance industry seems to have no interest in - infant mortality, life expectancy and the overall health index of a country’s population. We are only “best” at being gouged for inadequate care. There is no shame in the U.S. lagging behind such medical technology powerhouses such as Dominica, Chile and Iceland. What is the secret weapon kicking our butt in terms of attaining a healthy populace? What are these other countries doing that we are not? They all have a single payer system. If good health is really the goal here, the solution is already in place and there is not an insurance company in sight. If your body is a temple, the insurance industry are the money-changers. What would Jesus do? Would He speak to an adjuster or negotiate payment before and after healing?
I have a theory that illnesses are invented just to sell pharmaceuticals. Have you ever seen a TV ad for a drug and couldn’t quite figure out what ailment its supposed to cure? Drugs are sold as fashion statements, just like clothing or cell phones, and today’s pharmaceutical advertising campaigns look like hard-core hypochondriac porn to me.

Mediocratol - Is it right for you? Thousands of people (sexy vibrant people), are discovering that Mediocratol brings results in just a few days to alleviate all symptoms and give you back your vibrant, productive life. You won’t be the only one to see results - your family and loved ones will thank you for caring enough to start a Mediocratol regime. Mediocratol is now available in a variety of dosages, flavors and colors, consult your doctor and ask for a free sample to see if Mediocratol is right for you. Wescruyu Pharmaceuticals - our wealth is not your health.*

This stuff sounds great! I don’t care what it cures. I got to have me some of that! And look, it comes in convenient disposable packaging that is biodegradable and comes with your choice of colors and packaging, giving me yet more choices over my health care products. What am I going to wear today? The blue pill or the red pill. Its all about choices, Neo.

Common-nonsensical
An underlying principle of this or any contemporary debate is that the playing field between the opposing schools of thought is not even. The health care and insurance industries realize that their patina of “caring” is wearing a bit thin. Combine that with a food industry that is also about corporate bottom lines rather than nutrition, and you have a nation full of people happily consuming sugared lard, or its equivalent, as their dietary mainstay. And we wonder how we got so far down the global list regarding health care. We are the world’s leader in providing a vehicle for profit rather than a vehicle for care. Who profits from health insurance? The insurers. Duh.

* Mediocratol has been known to cause shortness of breath, vision impairment, bad breath, impotence, incontinence, hemorrhoids, flatulence and death. Consult with your doctor before using and never scrimp on the recommended dosage ($4,500 a month).

   
   

 

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