K. B. Robertson

('Give me proof <of Einstein's works> or give me death!' - a recent, hopefully recovering contributor.) **************************** Rully don't recall if it was Patrick Henry, Nathan Hale or Frankie & Johnny. Whereas, in consideration of 'Give me proof, or give me death'. Well. It's sort of like the chicken soup - it may not only prolong, but even improve your life (and placate your boundless enthusiasm for, if not frightening adventure for confirmation) if you check out http://einstein.periphery.cc/ Cyber-spatial surfing veterans continue to variously harpoon, net, trawl and beach a wide variety of specimen quality responses to this site and it's *author (and his retinue of - mixed review - aliases: whereas, it is said that 'Imitation is the highest form of compliment', while plagiarisation is something else again.), varying from the profane to the proud, the ridiculous to the divine. You may or not get the theory or the why; but then again, this is Tao, and that was Zen. And now this hopefully bouyant array of gathering debris & flotsam: Greetings: I’m Equus, although accompanied by an ensemble of etceteras; including Kent Benjamin Robertson (KBR) - alternately complimented, impersonated, and pernicously recreated in conflagrated effigy, imitated, accused, abused and amused, and a lot of other upper and lower browed potpourri that can be accessed via entries in GOOGLE entries, such as: ‘Gravity Is The 4th Dimension (Electricity is the 5th dimension, Magnetism is the 6th dimension. Einstein’s Presently Abandoned Unified Field Reinstated w’out mathematics. Along with the now police extinctified website 'whykbrsucks.tripod.com', which still reveals itself in a paper trail of excrement stained residuals; along with the red hot, trail-blazing authors of them... (Certainly not to exclude Brian Kirk Parquette - the legendary fellow who is best known for his amazing ability to arrive at his self appointed destination, before leaving his point of departure. (B'light is faster than sound?) Accompanied by a rapidly rising flood of critics, curses and prodigiously profane name-calling that do indeed unarguably succeed in revealing the pits from which such reactions - and their thespian vehicles - originate. And now, back to Molly Keyboard MacColley's continuing, self orbiting introduction: Although I’ve penned a variety of poly-subjections, the most abbreviated and perhaps most lucid of all, is what approximately amounts to a Haiku in Japan, in India a Koan, and in Valley Crick a limerick: Q. What did the Non-sequitur, the Prevarication and the Oxymoron unanimously agree on? A. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but three or more do. Then there is a series of commonly heard denials that my #2 Eberhardt managed to long-hand between the occasional two ton swamp gator and regularly syncopated breakers, while on a canoeing safari in North Africa: “There is no they. If there is a they, they aren’t doing it. If they are doing it, they aren’t doing it on purpose. If They are doing it on purpose, they’re only doing it for the money. If they’re doing it for the money, there’s nothing you can do about it. Nobody cares, and, it doesn’t make any difference. The people don’t want to know the truth. And, one more thing. I am not into denial.” Another potentially award winnning inspiration from general observation is: “If you can’t administrate, educate, elucidate or promulgate: *Entertain. (Four years of skunked ‘White Water’, culminating in a tenure of Four More Years of a front page reading nation, trading female denigrating ‘jokes’ about ‘a woman’s place under a man’s desk’. Lewinski cigars, et al... Refer. Appealing to. Maintaining and perpetuating the lower senses. Friendly Fascist behavior modification and operant conditioning - psywar - styles...) *P.S. Go for the crotch. P.P.S. My keyboard didn’t use to believe in conspiracy theorism, until it was surrounded by an entire cluster-flocking graduate school kamikaze squadron of them. (Just because you think the paranoids are ‘after you’, doesn’t mean the paranoids aren’t after you...) Moving right along: regarding previous - ‘Introduce yourself’ - comments on Administration in this sector. Those editorial edicts - however partially and tentatively known to Yours Truly, are Sayonara3 and JaKiri - who are neither idiots, dolts, nor any kind of bastard, as they have indeed called others - and/or themselves. Whereas, until further notice, this (perhaps arguably?) distinquished keyboard is at an unusual loss for letter sequences to venture even a conjecture of who they may ‘be’... (They seem to oscillate between tyranny & blasphemy, penance & philanthropy?) Adrift in a bevy of maternally deified Mae West flotation gear, sincerely wishing best regards to all; thanking the innovators of this commendably oblique approach to cyberspatial community bonding, - Equus