Thinking back for a second to our founding Deists. "Sure, there was a watchmaker, but it's up to us to tuen it up a bit." Not "I better hire a watchmaker." or, "I better contact the central watch maintenance authority witha bug report." We are all of us looking at this metaphorical watch constantly. Thought these days it seems like more than just a watch. It was a simple pocketwatch at first. The kind even a local craftsman could afford, and it did the basic stuff simple. Then we added to it, and it worked all right still, but it was getting big. We had a few crazy outings, but it held up. Some folks decided that they could fuck around with the mechanism a few times, steal a little money off of each turn of the spring, and almost crashed the works, so prevention, regulations and failsafes were built in. This happened a LOT. Seems like sometimes every concern a few people could give voice to would get another part peice or function added on.
I don't think it's a watch anymore. It's a huge fuckign emchanical spider now. Too big to take off for parties with guns and ammo anymore, but there are these huge goddamn legs, brislted and hgairly withe fighter jets tanks and ordnance that we plop down anywhere we want to send the boys to play. In fact, it's not even standing with too many legs on the country that supposedly built it anymore. It's busy supporting itself off other lands, proping up or squashing as it teeters. There's jsut the body proped up over us now. Eyes, spinarettes, and horrible fuckign fangs. It spins down campign signs and slogan, news, internet, and shiny new apple products. The eyes watch every form of radiation of vibration we make and detect, and several we don't. the fangs ares resplendent with bright black clube, dripping with mace and jackboots, crackling like a fucking thudnerstorm of a tazer. Look close; it's all printing presses and typewrtiers, cotton gins, dot matrix printers, and (finagle take it all!) a few old looms still spinning the mummified scalps of their mutilated opperators.
Anything we ever did when we thought it wasn't our concern or problem is up there. Too big to fail, or too big to crush us without killing us all? Haha! Remember how the "Crystal ball effect" seemed optimistic?
(Hork cough spit coffee)