4/2/2009, 3:20 pm
Comrades,
During a recent Party discussion*, Hero Space Dog Laika, Friend of People, raised the disturbing issue that he had recently often heard "the catch phrase "shovel ready" in the news, in newspapers, and now commercials." and that The Peoples Cube had, in fact, been "Shovel Ready" since April of 2005.
It is common practice for politicians, the mainstream media, and so called pundits to lay claim to the very ideas and ideologies presented in The Peoples Cube, as these ideas become more popular, and despite the fact that these very pundits, lacking as they do in intelligence, imagination, and originality often deride the very concepts they eventually claim as their own, despite their obvious inability to conceive of such original thoughts. Eschewing as we do the concept of ownership, we have often put up with such mining of our intellectual property, feeling that if it is the only way that non-Cubists can be exposed to our wisdom, then so be it.
However, despite ownership of property, physical or intellectual, being anathema, "Shovel Ready" is simply too precious a notion to give over to those who would claim is at their own. There is too much potential for its misuse, and so many of you may have noticed a recent addition to our banner, proclaiming for all to see, the priority of this foundational concept. Further, as the idea of 'shovel ready' becomes more mainstream, we feel it is important that its origins not be lost, nor misused by those who would then twist and turn its meaning and so during our Party discussion, I presented for the Party's consideration a Statement of Intent, which I have been asked to share with you here:
~
Tout le Gang**,
The Republicrats and Democrans and their lackey media boot-licking toadies may have co-opted "shovel ready", but until the day they exercise eminent domain and appropriate the term "Shovels Sharpened", we will continue to dig for what is ours, and should they attempt to exercise eminent domain, our sharpened shovels shall undermine their claim, physically and metaphorically, through the act of tunneling under the very things they attempt to expropriate, just as they claim 'air space' over specific geographic areas, or extend the borders of their evil empire outward from terra firma itself via the legal concept of the 200 mile nautical boundary delineation of the empire's borders - so we shall exercise our right to eminent domain to the foundation of their false Nation of Kulaks.
So... "Shovel ready' may have become a trendy catchphrase, but while they play with words, we will continue to take back what is ours... the very bowels of the means of production... and by doing so, we will both starve and constipate these pretenders... these false bipartisans... and take back for The Party what is rightfully ours... our carrots, our potatoes.... our BEETS!
Fellow Kommissars.... a 'ready shovel' is useless if it is not being used... Keep our shovels sharp and Undermine! Undermine! Undermine! Our whetstones must constantly be at the ready, as should a very very very large group of proles, prairie dogs and naked mole rats.***
Victory will be ours. The surface shall be the Party's (and so the peoples'). The Air Space shall be Laika's (and... well... it shall be Laika's). And the earth... the very soil in which The Peoples Cube is rooted shall forever remain The Peoples Cube's (and so our Glorious Incarnadine Trapezoid Leader's and the Kommissars to whom he grants its boon).
To quote Comrade Otis, "Character Counts! Character Counts! Character Counts!"
Shovel Sharpened Comrades. Shovel Sharpened!
Sister Massively Opiated
(coming out of hibernation... fully caffeinated...)
* I include details of this Party discussion with the express permission of our Glorious Incarnadine Trapezoid Leader, Red Square.
** In explication of my use of French, I admit to being confused when I wrote it, but only because I had just awoken from hibernation and found I had been sleep-swimming and had, accidentally stumbled into a French Muslim Youth Riot and apparently hidden from the police in a hydro substation in Paris in some ghetto-ized arrondissement, gotten electrocuted and then in a daze, set fire to a teeny weeny electric auto... and so every few words were coming out en Frencais...that said, it did produce a potentially more timely Cubist version of Le Marseilles...
(Lautrec! More coffee and Absinthe, you widdle linseed huffing aesthete! I have a mind to introduce you to Bonnie... Vite! vite, vous syphilitique féerique.... )
Plus Tard, Mes Amis
The Dolphin (going through my blue period... but then, all my periods are blue... )...
Allons enfants de la Trapèze Rouge
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
da dum da dum da dum.... dadumda dada dumdum daaaa da dum dadum da dum daaaa da dadum...
Aux pelles, cubistes,
Formez vos bataillons,
Pellons!, Pellons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
da dum da dum da dum da dum dum dum da da da dum dum dadada...
***Also, I include this link to "Naked Mole Rat Gets Dressed", which I found while researching Naked Mole Rats for my Statement of Intent... I admit to being strangely and unnaturally curious about the description given by the book's Publisher, describing Grandpah, 'the most naked' of the naked mole rats and thought perhaps a human perspective might be useful as these creatures are completely foreign to dolphins and we're always naked anyway, unless we're wearing our weapons harnesses... I am also taken with the placement of the discount sticker on the book's cover and wonder if it was put there specifically, on purpose... anyway, From the Publisher: Wilbur is different from the other Naked Mole Rats in his Colony, because he wears clothes (and he likes it!). But what will happen when Grandpah, the oldest, wisest, and most naked Naked Mole Rat ever discovers Wilbur's secret?
Ooooh!... I am on tenterhooks and my have to see if it is on the Karl Marx Treatment Centre allowed reading list.
During a recent Party discussion*, Hero Space Dog Laika, Friend of People, raised the disturbing issue that he had recently often heard "the catch phrase "shovel ready" in the news, in newspapers, and now commercials." and that The Peoples Cube had, in fact, been "Shovel Ready" since April of 2005.
It is common practice for politicians, the mainstream media, and so called pundits to lay claim to the very ideas and ideologies presented in The Peoples Cube, as these ideas become more popular, and despite the fact that these very pundits, lacking as they do in intelligence, imagination, and originality often deride the very concepts they eventually claim as their own, despite their obvious inability to conceive of such original thoughts. Eschewing as we do the concept of ownership, we have often put up with such mining of our intellectual property, feeling that if it is the only way that non-Cubists can be exposed to our wisdom, then so be it.
However, despite ownership of property, physical or intellectual, being anathema, "Shovel Ready" is simply too precious a notion to give over to those who would claim is at their own. There is too much potential for its misuse, and so many of you may have noticed a recent addition to our banner, proclaiming for all to see, the priority of this foundational concept. Further, as the idea of 'shovel ready' becomes more mainstream, we feel it is important that its origins not be lost, nor misused by those who would then twist and turn its meaning and so during our Party discussion, I presented for the Party's consideration a Statement of Intent, which I have been asked to share with you here:
~
Tout le Gang**,
The Republicrats and Democrans and their lackey media boot-licking toadies may have co-opted "shovel ready", but until the day they exercise eminent domain and appropriate the term "Shovels Sharpened", we will continue to dig for what is ours, and should they attempt to exercise eminent domain, our sharpened shovels shall undermine their claim, physically and metaphorically, through the act of tunneling under the very things they attempt to expropriate, just as they claim 'air space' over specific geographic areas, or extend the borders of their evil empire outward from terra firma itself via the legal concept of the 200 mile nautical boundary delineation of the empire's borders - so we shall exercise our right to eminent domain to the foundation of their false Nation of Kulaks.
So... "Shovel ready' may have become a trendy catchphrase, but while they play with words, we will continue to take back what is ours... the very bowels of the means of production... and by doing so, we will both starve and constipate these pretenders... these false bipartisans... and take back for The Party what is rightfully ours... our carrots, our potatoes.... our BEETS!
Fellow Kommissars.... a 'ready shovel' is useless if it is not being used... Keep our shovels sharp and Undermine! Undermine! Undermine! Our whetstones must constantly be at the ready, as should a very very very large group of proles, prairie dogs and naked mole rats.***
Victory will be ours. The surface shall be the Party's (and so the peoples'). The Air Space shall be Laika's (and... well... it shall be Laika's). And the earth... the very soil in which The Peoples Cube is rooted shall forever remain The Peoples Cube's (and so our Glorious Incarnadine Trapezoid Leader's and the Kommissars to whom he grants its boon).
To quote Comrade Otis, "Character Counts! Character Counts! Character Counts!"
Shovel Sharpened Comrades. Shovel Sharpened!
Sister Massively Opiated
(coming out of hibernation... fully caffeinated...)
* I include details of this Party discussion with the express permission of our Glorious Incarnadine Trapezoid Leader, Red Square.
** In explication of my use of French, I admit to being confused when I wrote it, but only because I had just awoken from hibernation and found I had been sleep-swimming and had, accidentally stumbled into a French Muslim Youth Riot and apparently hidden from the police in a hydro substation in Paris in some ghetto-ized arrondissement, gotten electrocuted and then in a daze, set fire to a teeny weeny electric auto... and so every few words were coming out en Frencais...that said, it did produce a potentially more timely Cubist version of Le Marseilles...
(Lautrec! More coffee and Absinthe, you widdle linseed huffing aesthete! I have a mind to introduce you to Bonnie... Vite! vite, vous syphilitique féerique.... )
Plus Tard, Mes Amis
The Dolphin (going through my blue period... but then, all my periods are blue... )...
Allons enfants de la Trapèze Rouge
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
da dum da dum da dum.... dadumda dada dumdum daaaa da dum dadum da dum daaaa da dadum...
Aux pelles, cubistes,
Formez vos bataillons,
Pellons!, Pellons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
da dum da dum da dum da dum dum dum da da da dum dum dadada...
***Also, I include this link to "Naked Mole Rat Gets Dressed", which I found while researching Naked Mole Rats for my Statement of Intent... I admit to being strangely and unnaturally curious about the description given by the book's Publisher, describing Grandpah, 'the most naked' of the naked mole rats and thought perhaps a human perspective might be useful as these creatures are completely foreign to dolphins and we're always naked anyway, unless we're wearing our weapons harnesses... I am also taken with the placement of the discount sticker on the book's cover and wonder if it was put there specifically, on purpose... anyway, From the Publisher: Wilbur is different from the other Naked Mole Rats in his Colony, because he wears clothes (and he likes it!). But what will happen when Grandpah, the oldest, wisest, and most naked Naked Mole Rat ever discovers Wilbur's secret?
Ooooh!... I am on tenterhooks and my have to see if it is on the Karl Marx Treatment Centre allowed reading list.
