i am NOT paranoid
I am NOT paranoid
I've been invited to a screening tonight of some new television shows and commercials. They just picked me at random, called me and sent me the tickets in the mail.
They think I'm stupid. I know what they're up to. There's no television show. There aren't any commercials or surveys to note my likes and dislikes. It's a sting.
Operation TIPS has come to get me. I'm going to show up for the screening and some men in black suits and sunglasses are gonna jump up from behind a curtain and shine a bright light in my face and ask me if I am or have I ever been a member of SPORK. They're going to be holding reams of paper with every word I've ever written here printed out on them and they are going to accuse me of being a traitor and a terrorist.
And then they will ask me to name names.
Don't worry. I would never rat out my fellow dissenters. They can torture me with pretzels and pictures of Alan Greenspan in a speedo and I still won't give names or URLs. I'm going to take one for the team.
Then again, maybe it's just a television show screening. But if you don't hear from me for a couple of days, put on your decoder rings and try to track me down, ok?