talkshoe

Yeah.
Tonight is not happening.
Maybe tomorrow.


The only reason why I'm bothering to post this is because there just might be a few out there who shifted their schedules to tune in.  I know some only catch me by rerun.  I won't disappoint you again.

You know who you are.

Feel free to email me with HATE!
agentwraith@gmail.com

More Games, More Problems

BlogTalk has a time limit.
It sucks.

Ustream has connectivity issues.
It conflicts with TalkShoe and it's chat NEVER works right.

TalkShoe works for now.

Every Friday night around 11 PM EST we'll go live.

I might get around to recording something and posting it in between.
Either on YouTube or TalkShoe.
I don't want to step on toes or anything.
I might get lumped in with pretenders to the throne.
I know who the King is.
And he can do anything.

Back on track here (for a moment), tonight's show will touch on INJUSTICE.
And no, not the low hanging fruit variety.

No, tonight it will be about INJUSTICE.
Do you know someone who has been screwed with?
Do you know someone who has been manipulated?
Do you know someone who has been royally pwned?
is that someone you?

Tonight is all about the weak.
The downtrodden, the stepped upon, the abused and misused.
I know you are out there.
Call in.
Tonight is your opportunity to step into MY arena and at the very least tell some evil folks your story.

The meek shall inherit the earth?
Let them have the husk they refused to prevent.

Tonight is INJUSTICE.


On another note,
       I






am
        not






amused.

tenuous

Lately there have been discussions about reality.

About the power of reality, what it is, how it is interacted with, and other such nonsonse.  Yes, I spelled it that way on purpose.

Without getting into a lengthy discussion (because we could go round for round ALL DAMN WEEK) there were a few key things brought up that I wouldn't mind touching on.  We'll save the super-geek blabber for a later time.  I have Oblivion to dive in to.  No time.

We've heard it plenty, haven't we ROBOTS?

That reality is what we make of it.

Or is that fate?

Whatever.

We've heard that we create the reality we live in (let's not get into defining life right now. working on it.), that we allow certain things to persist.

For the most part, this is true.

However, I didn't create some awful conflict in the Middle East that takes valuable Henchmen, Minions, and trusted villainous associates from better paying, slightly less dangerous, and only minimally traumatizing work.  I did not create it.

But, I might be able to change it if I work hard enough to do so.

The power to shape reality.

We all have it (that might be a scarier thought than I was willing to think).

I am in no way condemning those who serve.  They are in a difficult position.  Forced to be morally steadfast while carrying out orders that might not be so morally wholesome.  I'm sure this is the exception, not the rule.

I cannot wholly lump all of service-persons together in this manner.  Each has their own reason for joining, serving, continuing to serve, etc.

And top it all off, they're human..

So what do YOU think I think of THEM?

lol

To all public servants, State-Province-National-Or Otherwise, I applaud you.

You keep us safe and in fear.

You keep us free and enslaved.

You keep us alive and kill us.

One day soon, we'll have to choose.

And so will you.

Governments should not be feared by its people...

..governments should fear it's people.

i'm almost finished

there is one last task

and

then

the

game

is

All right.

We all know things are changing.

We all know it's inevitable.

I want to get a few things off my corpus first.

1. Little Owl ain't so little.

You thought you could pull one over on me and I proved you wrong, right?  You thought you could lie to me, get away with it, and I set you straight on that, right?  We exchanged information.  

You saw my face.

So, now you're giving me crap, because you are afraid of what I might do?

Firewatch.

2.  I'm not talking about you.  Secret Cabals are secreting secrets secretly right now because I have loosed their secrets!  I'm 100% comfortable with that, because their secrets are not theirs to keep.  Obviously.

I don't give names to the Evil Fraternity for a purpose.

You can hear the Mind Games every Friday night @ talkshoe around 11

ish

Include yourself with me at your leisure or caution, apparently.  Be aware that I allude like a bastard.

I'm not saying the secret, you see, just saying there is a secret and that it is secreted among secrety secreters.

Does this make any sense?  That's no secret.

3.  No.

4.  I'm an agent of chaos.  I am an agent of Earth.  I am Agent Wraith.  You're not.

I'd like to keep it that way.  Maybe.  I really don't know.  I won't ask your permission so there might be toes stepped upon.  Enh.  I could say I don't care, have it be true.  I could say I don't care, and not.

I've been cordial so far haven't I?

5.  I'm not crazy.  Yet.

Yes.  It is a puzzle.  It's not a puzzle.  Truth.  Facts.  Fiction.  Legends.

Can you exactly define reality?

can you?

and

now

Entry 1

Secret Meetings

(Yes.)

The night has been generous to me;
success
in one's goals.

Green with envy equals one ate too much.
Bit off more than you could chew.

Eventually, things catch up.

You don't want to know how deep the rabbit hole goes.

There is no one.

There is no ONE.
No skein to cut, no Furies (save the REAL ones, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE lol).
No Sarah Conner.

You cannot trust a robot because it doesn't understand trust is an invalid argument.
Not understanding the importance of following through on your word because robots have little need for such 'human luxuries' and would just soon take an oil bath than deal with rusty buckets of scrap like R5-T800s.

Your shit is busted.

Every bit and every morsel, until it's stretching out your torso.  More so, your scrambling foursome has turned towards you.  It's grim to think the joke, it seems, only seems to be about me.  This must mean I'm wanted unseen, thought it was just me; it could not be.

Tired.

Will to Sleep.




Agent Wraith
p.s. I don't appreciate surprises. I shot three Henchmen last month when the copier needed more toner.  Could you imagine a surprise party?  It's been noted.  Owls do not fly alone.

almost time

Things are not looking good.
They (indeed) are looking absolutely

evil

If anyone has been paying attention, you will have noticed a definitive turn..
perhaps, for the worst.  I'm not as may places as I used to be and the little that I get around to has me sleeping on my feet.
Or floating.
whatever.

You obviously DON'T GET IT.

Someone once said something along the lines (bah! I HATE BEING CRYPTIC, more on this later) that some of us in 'villainy' are just representing a 'viewpoint', that it's some sort of 'artistic impression'.  Of course it's a view point.  Duh.  'Artistic'? I could run off a dozen names right now (all VILLAINOUS) of artists and their chosen craft.  Of course it's artistic.  Villains would suffer nothing less.

Now, I say this with the implication that all villains are of one breed; the elite, the high score board.  But they are not (I disagree with 'All Men Are Created Equal'; not the equal rights interpretation, just the 'equal' part. If you are born without sight, or eyes, you are NOT equal. You might be able to make up for it.. but, no, not equal. You should get this. I won't waste any more of your time.  Not.) equal.  Villains (in current circles) are a fractious and flaky lot.  They have underhanded dealings with underlings, under table passes to their subordinates, back room meetings, secreted Town Halls, clandestine conferences, etc.  Villains rarely trust, rarely befriend, and even rarer is love.

Not because villains don't have that response (some do), mostly trust issues.  Can't let anyone in.

Keep in mind I said 'Villains Are Not Equal'.

As I speed down the abyss, flanked by rotten spectres of long forgotten loved-ones, I begin to realize the folly of it all.  Maybe it's just catharsis talking.  Does anyone else wonder if it's MORE than funding that's ceased space-flights?  Is there something less sinister to think about?  More sinister (APOPHIS)?

Is this the destiny we create?

Is this the reality I wanted to bring you?





It's almost time now.

Soon, there will come a reckoning.

The Harrowing.

Agent Wraith

p.s. If you haven't been paying attention, that's fine too.  I'm not the kind of ghost that rubs it in your face, screaming 'I told you so!'.









Or am I?