New Show

http://societydoomed.blogspot.com/

Usov blog

Henceforth, only my new USov blog will be active. It is located here:

http://unitedsov.blogspot.com/

I will post infrequently. If I have something to say, I will travel to the library and post from there.

I will use my audience for the purpose of receiving what I have to say on United Sovereigns of America.

No other communications will occur.

All other blogs will be deleted in one week.

Apparently I'm seeing false positives.

The only thing I can conclude is that no one has been watching my show over the past four years.

If there is anything you want from the typepad site or the blogger site, please get it. I will be deleting those blogs within one week.

I do not receive television signals at my house. And I will be terminating the internet service within one week. So I won't be seeing anyone's TV show or reading anyone's column. Since I won't have DSL, there will be no need to have a telephone as I place few calls. I will disconnect the phone at the same time.

I'm getting on with my life, which does not include stand-up, which I regard as a most unfortunate waste of my time.

I will grow my garden and raise my chickens and watch your society implode. (By 2010 you WILL see people eating each other. I will laugh.) I have discharged my moral obligation: I diagnosed the problem, I learned stand-up for the purpose of telling you about it, I proposed a workable solution, and I offered to implement it for you.

No one seems to care.

So I don't care.

I rarely collect my mail, so it generally gets sent back as undeliverable.

In one week, the only way my audience will be able to contact me and ask me to continue is to send flowers to my physical address, which is 10 Rockingham Post Rd., Rockingham, VT 05101.

In the absence of some explicit request to continue, I will attempt to forget that I ever engaged in this colossal waste of my time.

Fine.

I'll be sitting in a seat at Penn Station should anyone wish to find me. (Which no one will.)

I am not even going to waste the money on a hotel room.

This show is over. This non-career is over. You are all instructed to leave.

I can't stand a single one of you.

You make me sick. Your nation is dead, your city is dead, and your society is dead.

Good riddance to each and every last one of you.

I can't believe that I invested so much in this waste.

Chris out.

I would very much like it if someone would come talk to me.

Even just to tell me to get lost? Please? Or reply to my twitter thing at user ckpi?

If I don't hear from anyone, I will leave the Dunkin Donuts at 10:15 pm and find a cheap hotel somewhere and then return to Vermont in the morning. And you will never hear from me again. This colossal waste of five years of my life will finally be over.

Why will no one talk to me?

Please tell me that not every last thing in this world is a disappointment.

The collaborative energy that comes out of working in a group environment has always been intoxicating for you, and today you'll get another sweet taste of it. People are coming to your aid without you even asking for their help, and it feels good to be part of the brotherhood of man. This goodwill will grow throughout the day, helping you connect with someone who typically rubs you the wrong way. Old arguments can finally be put to rest forever.

--Yahoo horoscope for the day

Please don't let me perceive my perceptions to be erroneous. You can't know how much it would mean to me to be let in from the cold.

I even brought presents.

I have Vermonter-y stuff like maple syrup and moose-adorned coffee mugs and stuff.

When do I get invited into the club?