It's true. I should be President of the World because I don't want to be the President. But with all this U.S. Presidential poop getting tossed all over the world like so much manure, one has to wonder... can anything grow with such rich manure?

A few signs of sentience have appeared on this planet-which-the-monkeys-claimed. First of all, people are beginning to realize 'voice' doesn't have to be figurative. But the problem that has plagued monkeys now plagues man - politics. Politics is about dominance hierarchies.

Democracy, however, is supposed to allow the voting citizenry to be the dominant hierarchy. The meek shall inherit the Earth sort of stuff (through sheer numbers). Until the advent of this thing called the internet (you're hitchhiking on the internet, don't you know), things weren't as easy as that. Adiemus [We Draw Near].

No, really. Here's the stories of what people left behind in the asylum - and their lives.

A good read. Even for all you crazy people.

This tells me that the world is insane. This verifies it.

Next up? Instructions for cotton swabs. After all, my new keyboard came with instructions last week.

Really.

Keyboards come with instructions.

I'll cling to David Sugar's article on TCO of software as the last sane thing I read. And I think that was yesterday. Or maybe the day before.

Welcome. Please don't ask me about the dolphins, you should read the books. Frankly, if you're interested in dolphins you should go talk to them while they are still around.

Inmates are required to bring their own towels. In time, we may set up a concession stand where you can purchase them. Or we might not. Maybe we should. Maybe we shouldn't. That's that.

All inmates of the Asylum are welcome here. Even SCO's lawyers (the worst of the lot so far). Work on the Free Software Advocate's Guide To The Galaxy will continue shortly; my alter ego has to go teach Advanced Computer Repair this evening.