Oh, hell, now Dick Cheney is after me, too

I knew

there would be some

trouble if I wrote this book. People

in power love war. America as a nation is

pretty darn fond of war. Arguing that we’re destroying

our own country by waging it is a good way to draw a lot of ire.

And I’m easy to criticize, having lived an, er, colorful life. (I would like

to say in my defense that I am a full-on RastaSufiHopiTaoist, which means that

by the tenets of my religion, I am honor bound to go out and get in trouble

and reap the spiritual benefits of negotiating chaos and

degradation.) But I didn’t know it would get this

ugly this quick. Dick Cheney is after

me in the most nefarious

way.

Yesterday

evening my web developer

Shawn — who is very capable and whom

you should hire if you want to get a project done right

in the company of a highly intelligent and gracious young man —

were talking about some anomalous computer problems we were experiencing

during the day and the paranoia that they provoked. ”Let’s not get carried

away with talking about all that,” I said. He responded with something

that was very funny to me, something to the effect that, “You

have to be especially careful. There’s an assumed

arrogance if you’re the one at the fulcrum

of the conspiracy.” I went to

bed laughing.

Well,

this morning the

terrible worm has turned.

I woke up to a bunch of Facebook friend invitations

from very young women. I have nothing against young women,

but these young women have, er, 1 friend on Facebook. Or 3.

They can only be agents of the Dark Lord, sent to lay

me low. I only hope I can reach Valerie Plame

and find out how to weather

this storm.