July 21Yesterday wasn't quite a full moon, but some of our contributors thought it was. I felt like I'd been trapped in the asylum cafeteria at milk and cookie time. And Bruce, the male nurse, had left on vacation with the keys to the med cabinet.
Junior Strom was brought in from the paranoia ward. He was wearing his foil hat, and walked in backwards, so those little green men would think he was leaving. They're part of conspiracy that Obama and the Democrats have hatched to have Junior impeached and removed as Grand Potentate of the western chapter of the Flat Earth Society. Junior sat at a table with his back to the wall, adjusted the Nixon/Agnew button on his bib, turned up the volume on the Rush Limbaugh broadcast and after the attendant pulled his bib down under his chin so he could read the 18/06 edition of the Aryan Guard newsletter. He finished his cookie and began babbling about nickel credits being traded for carbon tax credits by multinational corporations run by cheating conniving expatriates from the USA that are use dumbassed date numbers and are trying to undermine democracy by quoting different cobalt prices and trying to make friends with the Chinese. He then drank his milk, pulled his bib back over his eyes and dozed off.
Then rocksolid came in from the Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) ward - it took five attendants to bring him in, because there was more than one of him. He sat down at a table and jumped from chair to chair asking questions in one, and then answering from the next. He never finished his cookies, his jaw locked open when he was saying "you' re" and he got all tangled up in the puppet strings he was trying to crochet into a tangled web.
The DID attendants then brought in doingthejob, who had slipped back into his aatozz alter ego. He sat down, ignored his milk and cookies and began firing questions from a prepared list at the empty chair across from him. I can't remember all the questions, but aatozz/doingthejob has recorded them, along with the answers from the empty chair, on a digital recorder.
A guest, who has applied for admission was sitting at another table explaining the global economy to a group of very angry men, subdued by tearstained strait jackets. The gags, that looked like they hadn't been changed this year, identified them as a "tonyg", a "check" and a beerbelly". Among other things the guest was telling them that Asians do not invest and that it doesn't matter anyway, because who needs a global economy, the gold companies he's invested can sell all the gold they want to non-socialists in Canada - without getting into this stupid global stuff.
I found I was starting to get flashbacks to that guy that estimated ISM reserves by multiplying drill hole depth by true width by the nickel price. Prior to his disappearance the ISM nickel reserves were still NIL, but the cores were worth some where around five billion dollars (US, of course). I got worried about contagion, and had to get out of here and recuperate at home - we watched One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, on Turner Classics.