Delivers The Same High-Fidelity, Wide Frequency Response You'd Expect!

Ever hear you gotta spend some time in the public eye?  You know, you've seen the movies.  You've read the books.  You figure out from what that message said that what it meant that it didn't mean to imply.  That!

Yep, and that's why I inferred.  I was referred.  Refrained.  Reframed.  Refreshed.  Freshly squeezed.

In the zone, out of the way, feeling my way, did it my way, hit the highway, kicked the can, passed the timecard, punched in, scrunched down, wore the same ol' down coat, coated the frames with UV ray beam reflectors, refracted, retracted, protracted, professional tractor-trailer driver on a lorry route, roots or routed, flouted, flaunted, jumped into flute player's part like a router, Marconi, Cisco, Linksys, Huawei, whatever it wanted to break apart the hero, Superframe, into headers and footers and meaty middles.

Words.

But we're getting beyond them now, aren't we?  Now, we skip the mesmerizing lotus flower eaters in Percy's path, shop at the British Table, eat cupcakes at Gigi's, swallow whole a whole plate of Southern spaghetti at the Villa, go bowling at Station No. 2, and check the toilet hand dryers for the next set of messages to be broadcast on national television.

Past tense.  Passive voice.  Know exactly what they mean in their textual contesting context.  Interpret commas, present and absent.  Talk to the people.  Feel the tension in the air, hide among the WASPs and whatnot, understanding those who are dispossessed and those who are possessed.  A male raised in a dominating male world doesn't work well with female supervisors.  A person of one descent who's scolded and demoted by one of another descent lets out a scent of saltpeter, perhaps.  These are the expectations you unfortunately expected.  But wait, there's more!

Why do we react instead of keeping irresponsible news companies from flaming and heating up embers of old sores felt from unsettled old scores?  Where are the proactive social scorekeepers?  What are we doing other than passively reporting what's going to happen next?  Why all this fear of reprimand?  Were we beaten down that much by the anti-patriot Patriot Act?  What's the point of homeland security if there's little it really secures other than an increase in next year's budget proposals?  We know there's no justice in the justice department.  We question the intelligence in intelligence agencies.

I am tired today.  Tired of euphemisms.  Tired of holding up my hands in disbelief.  The independent voice is no longer dependently independent and part of the times.  Conservatism is about to roll up the boardwalk at dusk, shut off the city lights and require every one of us to plug into our home entertainment systems to conserve energy while getting our daily dose of of the conservative voice.

The Bobs and the Baracks of the world are temporary distractions.  They'll define a small part of our world at play for a while (300 million influencing a few billion).  Another two- to three-fifths have something else to say and to them I turn my ear.  The landless want their piece of the dirt pie.  Stir up the pot of the passionate potcheen-flavoured populace and smell the aroma.  Tart, isn't it?  Toxic or caustic?  Depends on you.  Do you have the antacid tablets I gave you?  If so, drop them in the cauldron or else the concoction will keep boiling down to a substance none of us wants to see pour into the streets.  Unless it's too late and you've been mesmerized by the passive voice!