The Paranoia Gap Must Be Closed!
by
Tom Chartier
by Tom Chartier
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My dander is
up! My red, white and blue pride has been pricked and I want some
payback toot sweet! We all "know" America is Number
One, even though the rest of the world seems to think we smell
like number
two. Never mind that. We’ve been outdone.
Our loyal merchants
of death (in that Special Relationship dedicated to toppling governments,
selling arms, and spreading war), the British, have one-upped us. How
can this be possible?
Comes the crisis
of the Wheelie Bin.
Considered
by the Brits to be parvenu gangsters, Yanks prefer to spit out less
refined words such as "trashcans." To be more specific,
wheelie bins are those trashcans with wheels that Sanitation Trucks
can pick up easily without a single human hand getting soiled. Perish
the thought of getting one’s hands soiled while doing some dirty
business.
Okay so what’s
the big deal? I’ll tell you. Great Britain has found a way to impose
more and better paranoia and control over Her Majesty’s "free"
subjects. Blair has bugged their wheelie
bins! That’s right, bugged. Tiny little electronic sensors have
been secretly hidden in them to monitor rubbish contents. It’s about
time too! We can’t have people tossing out their refuse without
some sort of governmental surveillance program.

The problem
seems to be that once in a while Andy
Capp has one too enough pints of Guinness after the football
match. Then in his blubbering inebriated state, he accidentally
tosses his two-dozen plus empty cans into the wheelie bin marked
"Bangers and Mash" instead of diligently placing them
in the bin marked "aluminium" (pronounced al loo MIN eeum).
This makes the weight of the wheelie bin much too heavy. Thanks
to the secret electronic device, the Sanitation Truck measures the
excess weight, and Andy gets a whoppin’ big penalty for his indiscretion.
Never mind the fact that as a drunken blithering idiot he’s a public
nuisance. That’s culture. Having an extra pound of aluminium in
the usual daily household flotsam and jetsam simply isn’t cricket
and Andy must go before the magistrate to be ordered to pay
his debt to society.
Hold on mate!
What’s all this then? I don’t know how that wretched computer chip
can tell the difference in weight between a few cans or bottles
and, say, a ceramic statue-of-a-lady-that-is-not-art tossed out
by Mrs. Capp in disgust. But that’s beside the point. Andy’s headed
for the dock.
Supposing Andy
Capp refuses to pay up? UK
prisons are overcrowded. Victims
of real crimes are not getting a fair deal from the courts. Hmmm,
well, we here in the US are Britain’s allies aren’t we? We could
lend a helping hand by whisking Andy off to a
secret detention camp for a few years of detox.
What a great
idea! That’ll cut down on his drinking problem.
But I digress.
Are we going to let the Brits outdo us in the area of garbage surveillance
and monitoring? NO WAY!
Let your fearful
mind luxuriate in the multifarious unintended
consequences of that itty-bitty
wheelie bin computer chip. How about electronic monitoring devices
on the john! That’ll make sure you correctly chew your food and
eat right. Sorry Mr. Clinton, our telemetry indicates you’ve been
consuming too many Big Macs. This is not healthy. You must come
downtown for a mandatory Nourishment Augmentation Program. If you
are not healthy, you are not free. We are doing this to protect
you.
We already
have black boxes on our new cars for our… uh, safety. That makes
sense. Let’s see, Detroit builds cars with several hundred horsepower,
they show us commercials on television depicting how sporty and
fast the new V-8 Chevy Sturmtrooper is. We take out a second mortgage
to buy one so that we can enjoy the freedom of the open road. And
then they stick in an electronic device to bust our sorry asses
for exceeding the 70 mph speed limit. That’s logical.
Where else
could we install these computer chips – the dishwasher? The laundry?
The water-heater? The swimming pool? The dog-dish? How about this?
There should be an electronic device placed inside every Television
set, which not only automatically turns on FOX News for several
hours a day but also will not allow you to turn it off. I think
Dick
Cheney has a prototype in the works. In fact, he’s been testing
it out. And just to make sure you watch, let’s stick a little bug
in that old comfy LA-Z-BOY
to make sure you’re sitting and watching. Of course you could just
pile a couple sacks of potatoes in the chair. The chip would be
fooled. Of course if you’re a member of Congress it won’t make any
difference.
Does any of
this sound familiar? Hmmm… I think I read something like this in
a book
once during my youth. I’d go check but, I’d be reported to Homeland
Security by the Librarian.
So what are
we waiting for America? Let’s get a move on! We cannot allow a wheelie
bin surveillance chip gap! Let’s get them installed now, while we
still have the chance, before our way of life is destroyed. To be
sure we do this right, we will also need to create a new federally
funded and incompetent, Department of Biodegradables, Recyclables
and Indestructibles Surveillance: DEBRIS. That should provide jobs
for thousands.
Oh and a bit
of advice to my British readers. Take an old screwdriver, locate
those bloody little gizmos and jam the screwdriver in hard. Go ahead.
Do it now. You have the freedom to do it. Just do it at night when
nobody’s looking. Make sure you shoot out that security
camera on the street corner first.
Or
better yet, switch your wheelie bin with that neighbor across the
street, you know, the guy you hate? Did you say you lived at Number
9 Downing Street…..? Do it while he’s not looking. Yeah Baby! Switch
with that wanker
at Number 10 and go ahead, fill yours with something really heavy!
How about some nice well-thumbed Dirty Books?
Elizabeth
Gyllensvard edited and contributed to this article.
August
31, 2006
Tom
Chartier [send him mail]
played lead guitar in legendary Los Angeles punk band The Rotters
for 26 years until their final appearance in January of 2004. He
has lived in Tokyo, Japan as well as Los Angeles working in the
entertainment industry. He is the primary caregiver of his eleven-year-old
son and currently resides on Grand Cayman Island in the Caribbean.
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