Why There are Obots

“THEY NEVER QUESTION”

by OPOVV, ©2013

(Jun. 6, 2013) — When I was a little kid there was an old house just outside of town and, you guessed it, the story was that it was haunted. Why it was spooky depended upon how old you were.  Little kids, up to about age 7, believed that an old person died in it, probably from old age; we never found out. Between the ages of 8 and 15, experiments were conducted in the basement, shades of Dr. Frankenstein, no doubt. The 15-16 crowd believed it was occupied by spies from outer space and if you sneaked in, the chances were that you’d never sneak out. Guys 16 and up used the old overgrown driveway as the primo make-out spot in town: nobody ever went there; heck, it was haunted.

But the really interesting part about the old house was that in the living room was a big wall where all the kids from 40 years before me wrote their names to show they’d been there, that they weren’t afraid of silly stories. In the middle of the wall someone wrote “DON’T TELL,” and we who sneaked in and found the wall, then wrote our names, never told.

The first time I was in the haunted house I was eight years old, and every couple of years since I’d go back in and check the wall to read the new names. When I was 21, I was home on leave from the military and visited the house and the wall to read the old names and see the new. Under my name I wrote “Vietnam 1965,” and I noticed that I was the only one to do so.

In every age group there were maybe five who braved the monsters and the aliens and left their mark. There were a few girls who signed their names, and maybe a lot more were there who never signed; I wouldn’t know about that.

Businesses have a formula for letters received, complaints or compliments, that they use to gauge the failure or success of their product. Advertising agencies are keenly aware of letters that complain. For every complaint received from a television commercial, they’d multiply that number by thousands, perhaps as much a 10,000, and that would give them a percentage of the viewing public’s dissatisfaction with their product, or their presentation of the product. I’m sure with the ease of e-mailing vs. snail mail the multiplication number has decreased, but you get the point.

Most people don’t act, don’t take charge. But then, on the other hand, a lot of people would do something if nobody else took the first step. I think there were a lot of kids who made it to the living room of that haunted house but never left their mark.

And this is where we’re going with this: some people can think for themselves, question what’s out there, while others are content to follow, just going along with whatever they think is the trend of the moment.

Since Obama’s ineligible stint as the de fact president, your price of a gallon of gas has doubled. Obots just go along, just pay and don’t complain, believe the fairy tale of a Hawaiian Birth Certificate.

You and I question the daily lies that spew from Jay Carney’s mouth, and Obama’s. Obots never question; they never question because they’ve never been to the wall.

OPOVV