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Stop Press

These two words were quite mysterious, growing up or when I first started understanding the English language.  Also my growth (as it were) amidst a bunch of relatives that had an occupation that involved printing literature in the local newsmedia added to the puzzle.

Who had to stop and what did they press?  Of course the realization that 'Press' meant anyone from the news organization (at least at that time) or a journalist of some kind impressed me with the idea that stopping them during their runabouts was not a smart thing to do.

If you see a frenzied journo the last thing you want to do is get in their way.  You will be the one that gets pressed much akin to being gored by a bull during the inhuman sporting practice followed by people in Northern Spain.  They call it running with the bulls.  Now who has more sense in the melee that follows is debatable but you get the idea.

Anyway the reason for the title and the long preamble to the main message is that STOP PRESS is akin to an order to GRIND everything to a sudden halt because there is ample cause to inject some STUNNING NEWS to the weirdo audience.

So the physical presses (machines that printed ink on paper)  had to be stopped to reset and print more irrelevant garbage that had a newer smell than the old hack.

So it is with that concept in mind that I realized we need to give serious thought to STOPPING WHAT AMERICA IS DOING.

Primarily producing anything.  This would include all manners of jams, jellies, mustards, couches, mattressess, cars, engines, rockets, bombs, missiles, plutonium, gases of all sorts, people, lawyers, politicians, wheat, barley, soybean, high fructose corn syrup and above all, ALL DRUGS.

There is a public service announcement budget (PSA) that urges the public to SAY NOT TO DRUGS but that budget pales in comparison to the DRUG ADVERTS that bombard the TV watching public - faster than the solar storm particles.

To give an idea how medicated or drug dependent an average American is watch their shopping habit.  If you count the number of over 30 people walking in and out of large warehouse like stores in America you will find a preponderance of pills in their shopping carts.  It covers the entire ALPHABET of VITAMINS from A to Z and chemicals for hitherto undiscovered body parts that need protecting or reinforcing lest they crumble in the middle of an intense game of Bacci Ball.  The more advanced their age the larger the basket.  Perhaps they lose sense of counting what they are eating..

This behavior is fueled by the competing forces of who's cart is heavier than mine.  Obese and disgruntled staff haul these large vats of chemicals from slow moving rubber belts and load them on these tractor like shopping carts for these feeble people to take to their personal Humvees to load up.

Even with all these energy boosters, and COCKY or COQ pills that they consume they ask for help from some poor migrant whose job it is to pull these tractor like carts back into a neat line for more old people to fill with GAMATONE pills.

Next thing that drives me nuts is the ability to not drive on the freeways going into a place of work.  AKA the traffic jam.  There are always reports of couches or ladders or mattressess on the third lane from the left blocking traffic.  I mean if that is not a sign that we are producing so much that our inventory is now ending up right on the highway I am not sure what is.

Or watching traffic that does not move is becoming a new spectator sports that seats are going for $100 a pop for the choice spots.  Couches and even lie down mattress.  Would you like a sleep number or with the fancy foam they stole from NASA?

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