~ Hacking Reality With Brother Ron ~

I had to look up the Dos Equis reference, since we don't appear to have or have had those cute commercials up here. At the same time, however, I am unsure what you mean by 4-d chess. Then again, if I'm like that guy in the commercials, I suppose I could be playing it and not realize it and chalk any 'wins' up to a kind of Peewee Hermanesque 'I meant to do that.'.

Ron, if we make an internal case to hack/question reality as often as we can, if only intellectually/perceptually, though ideally, practically (so the 'movers-and-shakers' get less leg-ups on our asses), we can be like Neo of The Matrix who finally manages to unplug from the manufactured society whose allegory is/was the Matrix. It's my favourite film because of that.

5:00 pm 2025 and I'm still drinking... but unlike our Dos Equis cherry-poppin' daddy's (apparently of course), it's one of those 'faggy' drinks that our late-teen hood used to call them as friendly jabs. I like to think I balance it out, though, by the fact that I can do my own cider and moonshine-- and wine or mead if I tried. So I like to think I've earned my 'faggy' drinks dammit...

But here's a thought: Where would a Long Island Iced Tea be on the drink-gender-preference spectrum? Harvey Wallbanger? Rusty Nail? Margarita? Salt on her rim or sugar? 'Who/What you be bangin' with that rusty nail?' And therein, too, lies an example of the gist of the reality-hack...

If you think it's a good idea to discuss these kinds of things over a crackling fire beyond a certain latitude, how about if it's just one 'node'-- in that case, the allergorical cafe/teahouse-- of a growing string of nodes all around the world that hoover up increasing and willing participants and slowly eat the State like a beneficial cancer?

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Stay tuned...