Bright, clear, way-early morning along California’s northern coast — the full moon like a white light pouring bright from a circular pin-prick in the sky.
Creates a memory byte from the opening moments of the first ‘Matrix,’ a flashlight burns onto the screen, quickly forcing Trinity to kick some copper-headed ass.

In actuality, machine-controlled life is not so bright — as in stupid:

Between now and then, President Obama and Governor Romney will debate three times.
While Governor Romney has the issues and the facts on his side, President Obama enters these contests with a significant advantage on a number of fronts.

(Illustration found here).

My underline to emphasize the factual lying — the above snip came from this memo Mitt Romney’s entourage released yesterday in a dumb-ass attempt to minimize the horror to come from next week’s first debate with President Obama — in the biz it’s called ‘lowering expectations‘ via pure bullshit.
The GOP side of the current presidential race has become a debacle — now they’re in damage control well before any damage is even done.
The problem, though, isn’t Obama being smarter, but Romney being just a clueless dim bulb and as Jon Stewart says, closer to the election, Romney appears to be getting more stupid.
And reality might be catching up with the now.

Two instances recently illustrate the point — the first was Romney’s thoughts on why high-flying aircraft can’t roll down the windows, and the second, Paul Ryan’s supposedly calling his running mate (Romney) ‘The stench.’
The first turned out to be a joke Romney himself told — a joke!
And in Ryan’s case, the incident came from a Politico writer who claims the story was “satire!”
The problem: The GOP has acted and spoken so much like dumb-ass shitheads, just about everybody assumed both reports were factual.

In a world gone completely haywire, reality has become so bogged down in sometimes thinly-disguised bullshit that ordinary, walking-around folks might be confused to the danger of being alive nowadays.
No one is seriously talking about climate change as the planet gets hotter and hotter and all kinds of weird shit continues — in the absolute face of something like a way-extraordinary drought lashing 65 percent of the lower 48 and not only not going away, but appears to be getting worse, and the Arctic melting like ice cream on a July afternoon, and food getting scarce and expensive.

Some thoughts from a speech delivered in 1978 by writer Phillip K. Dick, which could have been given this very day:

But the problem is a real one, not a mere intellectual game.
Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups—and the electronic hardware exists by which to deliver these pseudo-worlds right into the heads of the reader, the viewer, the listener.
Sometimes when I watch my eleven-year-old daughter watch TV, I wonder what she is being taught.
The problem of miscuing; consider that.
A TV program produced for adults is viewed by a small child.
Half of what is said and done in the TV drama is probably misunderstood by the child.
Maybe it’s all misunderstood.
And the thing is, Just how authentic is the information anyhow, even if the child correctly understood it?
What is the relationship between the average TV situation comedy to reality?
What about the cop shows?
Cars are continually swerving out of control, crashing, and catching fire.
The police are always good and they always win.
Do not ignore that point: The police always win.
What a lesson that is.
You should not fight authority, and even if you do, you will lose.
The message here is, Be passive. And—cooperate.
If Officer Baretta asks you for information, give it to him, because Officer Beratta is a good man and to be trusted. He loves you, and you should love him.
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Time is speeding up.
And to what end?
Maybe we were told that two thousand years ago.
Or maybe it wasn’t really that long ago; maybe it is a delusion that so much time has passed.
Maybe it was a week ago, or even earlier today.
Perhaps time is not only speeding up; perhaps, in addition, it is going to end.

Reality needs a Poe moment — we all should be wearing black and singing along with The Cure.