The Republic of the United States of America is about to become, subjectively, much larger if there are no changes made to the economy. People who live out in bumblefuck and commute 30 miles each way will find themselves pressured to live in-town. Being pessimistic I don't believe these people will understand that they will be a motivating force for gentrification and exclusion of undesirable elements from the neighborhoods they fear from a lack of knowledge. Those awful, ugly and wasteful McMansions will hopefully be torn down or subdivided into low cost housing much to the chagrin of the remaining 1% who can afford to live that particular lifestyle. Finally all the people with their SUVs and gas guzzling pick-ups will be defeated, unable to drive their behemoths left to rust in piece in their garages.

Sunday afternoon was not particularly fun but I made it through that perio known as the long dark tea-time of the soul.

My crazy half, the one who usually is locked up in the least basement of the abandoned asylum which is my mind, had unlatched the door and came up to visit the rational half. As usualy the rational half was lounging in the security office which is the only lit room in the entire building. Cold, fluorescent light spilling through reinforced glass into the dark, dusty and dirty hallway full of rusted gurneys and broken televisions.

As usualy my crazy half had something to say and set about condemning me. Misery loves company and my crazy half doesn't feel complete unless my whole psyche is borderline suicidal rather than a patchwork of ειδωλονς in varying states of mental health.
"You may vote and volunteer your time for jury duty but as a human being you are the chaff of existence. Never have you volunteered to serve in order to defend this country at home or abroad against threats. You have chosen not to have children and hold the lives of the lesser brethren, as Mohammed put it in The Flocks, above those of your fellow human. Finally the one dagger I know which will find purchase between your ribs and a home in your heart. You are an idiot who has only completed high school and failed out of two institutions of higher learning. Two of them!"

The security room is quite small and the small black and white TV in the corner does not get loud enough to drown out his direct presence. Most times it's hit and miss when it comes to silencing the ranting and raving and the pounding against that stained silver door which keeps this awful half locked up in the hopes one day he will wither and die leaving me to pursue my life in peace.

My arguments regarding my choices in life were simply shouted down and the only true defense I could muster is ignore him.

So I fired up PuTTY, logged into the alt.org NetHack server and actually had a good game. caturday the chaotic monk was experience level 13 when he reached the Medusa level. Monsters represented by h, L, R and l were genocided but caturday was slain at the hands of a minotaur summoned by the horrible, lawful titan who dwells near the gorgon's shores.

As the final roundup of kills, conducts and the like flipped past my terminal I realized that I had the capacity and certainly should have genocided all of H which represent titans and minotaurs among other giantkin.

Now it is bedtime.