Imagine a world designed by Kafka, Stalin, Orwell, Huxley, Sartre and the Marx Brothers...

—or the DNC?

Thus did—and did not (I kid the DNC!)—begin the back cover of the 1987 second edition of Paranoia RPG rulebook.

We live in interesting times, and it is an interesting and most fitting time indeed for the release of the first game console official adaptation of the classic dystopian science-fiction tabletop role-playing game first published in 1984 by West End Games

As I said: I kid the DNC.

But then again, "If the shoe fits...," as the saying goes...

May I pour the gentleman another drink?

Why, yes, sir, the 80's have been called the "great decade." This is not for me to say—I'll take the gentleman's word for it.

As for the 90's, well, according to some records, such as the History Channel, I have heard the decade referred to as the "good decade."

But this was then.

And this...

Well, this is "now," sir.

What a difference four decades make.  Thirty-nine little years...

What gave?

I am not sure, sir.

Innocence lost?

There are those who say, it was a slow process and that it had all begun already in those "great" and "good" decades, of which the gentleman speaks, and that people just didn't know better.

Then again, there are those who say that it all began after Bush v. Gore, 531 U.S. 98 (2000).

Others say it all happened in a flash after September 11, 2001. Because after 911, "everything  changed."

As I said, sir, I wouldn't know. Whilst I might have been acquainted with the eras of which the gentleman speaks, and many of those memorable personalities of the times, I might even have met in person, I do not judge, sir—why, I would never presume. I only pour the drinks and refill people's glasses when they want a new drink—or even, at times, when, they may think they don't want a new drink, but are really desperately in need of a new drink. How would I know? Why, sir, I just know. It is my job to know about such things. Those are the things I know about. I make no pretense of sociopolitical knowledge, sir.

But I get it...

I have heard the argument before, and the gentleman will correct me if I am remembering this inaccurately, that "there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know," and then "there are also unknown unknowns—the ones we don't know we don't know. "

But seriously, now...

Let me ask you:

Would you buy a used car from this man?

Rep. Adam Schiff, I mean.

A visitor of the Wulfshead, a social theorist if I recall correctly, once pointed out to me that, beyond former secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld's February 12, 2002 infamous three categories statement, there is a fourth category, which the secretary omitted in his newsbriefing, "the unknown known," sir, that which we intentionally refuse to acknowledge that we know. History has shown—collective History, with a big H, sir, not just US history—that the main dangers to nations, and truly, the species at large, lie in the "unknown knowns—in the visitor's words: "the disavowed beliefs, suppositions and obscene practices we pretend not to know about, even though they form the background of our public values."

But, as I said, sir, this was then...

This is now:


  1. May the Good Lord have mercy on this man who has written this web-site trash. For he must be sick and knows NOT what he is saying.

  2. A wise man walks into a bar. Waaaa?

  3. I know. It does have all the attributes of the beginning of a bar joke, doesn't it?

  4. A kabbalist walks into a bar. The bartender asks, "Why the long face?"

  5. Hahaha!

    Er, pray excuse me for this debordement...

    Arich Anpin, from the Aramaic אריך אנפין meaning "Long Face/Extended Countenance," an aspect of Divine emanation in Kabbalah, ma'm. I know. Most people don't get the joke at first, but I am sure the humor is not lost on a visitor of the gentleman's wisdom.

  6. Are we telling bar jokes, now?

  7. Apparently, we are.

    A giraffe walks into a bar. "Sorry", said the barman, "We don't serve Heineken here."

  8. I was merely attempting to diffuse the situation with the wise gentleman, sir. Sometimes, visitors can get a little unglued, it happens, especially when the drinks they are served happens to be of a nature stronger than their accustomed brew. What was it Confucius said? "A gentleman can see a question from all sides without bias. The small man is biased and can see a question only from one side." Whenever a guest is punch-drunk, it behooves the bartenders to deal with the situation in a polite and amiable manner, ideally with the good reputation of the bar intact.

  9. What reputation?


  10. Got one!

    A drunk staggers out of a bar and runs right into two priests. He says, "I'm Jesus Christ." The first priest says, "No, son, you're not." So the drunk says it to the second priest. The second priest says, "No, son, you're not." The drunk says, "Look, I can prove it." He walks back into the bar with the two priests. The bartender takes one look at the drunk and exclaims, "Jesus Christ, you're here again?"

  11. (・∀・)

    The present moment is a powerful goddess.

  12. Meanwhile in the lounge: Confucius, Asimov and Marvin walk into a bar...


    It could happen!