You’re driving in a city, in a very mediocre, used light blue Toyota Camry with 90k miles on a busy thoroughfare minding your own business. A brand new shiny $350k yellow Ferrari flies past you in an aggressive way beating you out of a green light and causing you to have to stop at the red.  Startled, you hit the brakes before you realize what the man in the Ferrari was doing. What’s your response?

A) Lower enlightenment, lower intelligence – You race as fast as you can to the Ferrari… to the next light, roll down your window, give them a very strong middle finger, yell obscenities at the top of your lungs, or even try to obstruct them from going straight without having to back up.

B) Lower enlightenment, higher intelligence – You hope that they hit a tree or total their car for being such arrogant douchebags… or at least that the police stop to give them a speeding ticket with a huge fine.

C) Higher enlightenment, lower intelligence – You say a prayer for their safety and their souls for whatever is making them so aggressive and feel you are doing God’s work.

D) Higher enlightenment, higher intelligence – After being startled but realizing you’re ok, you immediately shift your thinking back to wherever you were.  You continue your conversation if you were having one, paying no mind to the path they’re on.  You wish them well, but their journey has no effect on yours.

Been playing banjo off and on for a few years.  I’ll never master it, but it’s fun trying to fool people I know something.

Anyway this song was inspired by Flatt & Scruggs and an old Outlaws song too.

Completely different, I know… but I’m trying to fit it all in!

Love-Jude 🙂

Black Mirror this year was meh. Three of the episodes were unwatchable. 3 were fair to mid. Netflix loves dystopic tales, then smears the notion of conspiracy theorists. Ah, the irony. I personally think it’s time they embrace some fresh new concepts, which can only come from conspiracies.
So I have a treatment if you will, for Netflix, for next season. It’s called:

“Someone Out There Wants You Gone”.

The chart above is LA’s weather forecast for the next 10 days.

In this new episode, and just like the previous 10 days or so, and the 10 before that, the sun keeps trying to shine, but every time it does the planes come out, spray and spray and spray until there’s 10 more days of stagnant, lifeless sky that turns cold, gray and drizzly.

Chance, a young girl of 13 is impervious to media’s cartoon-like reasoning for this madness and knows something is going on.
When she looks at the weather forecast online she doesn’t see a chart with icons of sun, clouds, etc. She sees airplane icons smattered across all the nice and sunny days.
It’s like a vision that speaks to only her. She knows what they’re doing.

Wanting to take action, she’s still a child. No military or government connections.

But she has a brave, dystopoic idea. Netflix loves brave girl dystopia… how could they resist?

Through her science studies she’s able to concoct a laser, right above the camera on a new state-of-the-art drone her parents bought for her 13th birthday, and mobilizes the camera to move at a 180º angle in all directions following the specs of a VR set she got for Christmas. Her parents are rich.
In her scientific brilliance she’s also able to scramble her flight frequency to undetectable levels. Yeah she’s really f’ing smart. She’s like Tom Cruise juggling bottles in ‘Cocktail’, only with brains.

Alone, Chance waits for the next beautiful day. Finally she spots a plane above, bellowing more filth upon the town. She closes her eyes and presses the 80’s style buttons on her drone remote, and fires the laser in hope, as it miraculously drills straight into the engine of the aircraft. A huge explosion erupts in mid-sky, and people everywhere look up in horror, believing it’s a freak accident.   Of course there’s no one actually in the planes.  These are military remote operated vessels being operated from a land base somewhere in Langley, Virginia.

Suddenly another plane is struck, and another. The Pentagon is called in. “Someone is taking out our planes!” they cry. “Immediate action is paramount and must be taken now!”.
Trucks, tanks and armor move in on the town with dramatic, ominous music. They have no idea what’s causing the disasters.

They plot a mission to fly remote helicopters over the entire town to find any activity from the ground that may be causing the calamity..
But, as the helicopters hover above, they too are blown into oblivion. By the time the deranged, evil-doers receive any visual evidence, it’s too late… they are scattered pieces of confetti, floating and shimmering slowly to the ground.
The sun dimming mission is aborted until enough intel is reached.

Chance calmly walks back to her room, puts her drone in the closet and walks to school.

As she sits slowly down to her desk, she suddenly bolts up in her bed in a cold sweat. It was all a dream. She frantically grabs her phone, face ID’s, and logs into the weather site to check the forecast.

The forecast shows airplanes where sunshine should be. Her vision wasn’t a dream, just the mayhem. She rests her phone down on her nightstand and shuffles to the kitchen for an extremely colorful bowl of Lucky Charms and milk. The camera slowly pans in on the cereal box’s toxic ingredients, as the screen fades to black.

The end.