WASHINGTON, DC—In an event unprecedented in American history, Brandon Myers, a relatively obscure Iowa 10-year-old with no previous experience in domestic politics, took advantage of a clear leadership void and seized control of the United States Tuesday after he slipped away from his White House tour group and locked himself in the Oval Office.

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The bloodless coup occurred when Myers, a fifth-grader at Mulberry Elementary School, stormed into the empty office and seated himself at the president’s desk, thereby toppling the world’s longest-running democracy. Myers spent much of his reign, which lasted from approximately 2:00 p.m. to 2:15 p.m., spinning in circles in the president’s chair before proclaiming that he was “President Brandon” with a handwritten decree scrawled in cursive on White House stationery.

“Earlier this afternoon, sometime between a description of the James Buchanan portrait in the Main Hall and the question-and-answer session, a pre- adolescent boy overthrew the president and gained executive authority over the United States of America,” White House press secretary Dana Perino said at a news conference Tuesday. “Several minutes ago, our nation’s new leader made his first statement: ‘Brandon rules.’”

Shortly after forcing former president George W. Bush out of office, Myers issued an executive order for pizza using the intercom in the Oval Office. Congress immediately passed emergency funding for 1,200 stuffed-crust pepperoni pizzas from Pizza Hut.

While the sudden change in government came as a shock to millions, a number of Washington insiders claimed that Bush’s low poll numbers and lame-duck status created the perfect environment for an ambitious individual to fill the nation’s leadership vacuum. But, though Myers was put through the same level of security as anyone wishing to take a tour of the White House, there was no initial indication that he had ever before attempted to overthrow a sovereign nation. Further investigation, however, revealed that Myers possessed specific knowledge of the inner workings of the U.S. government.

“He knew about the three branches of government, and he understood how a bill becomes a law—that’s when I knew he was serious,” said the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Adm. Michael Mullen, who claimed Myers called the Pentagon more than 40 times on the president’s direct line, using different voices before hanging up. “While it was certainly unorthodox when he ordered us to use our most awesome tanks to invade ’someplace’ but would not say specifically where, the military functions by following orders.”

Added Mullen: “That boy is the commander in chief, after all.”

Pentagon sources also confirmed rumors that the Brandon administration mobilized the Iowa National Guard for deployment to Myers’ school, where they received instructions to lower their pants and moon the principal.

Minutes after the coup began, Secret Service agents still loyal to President Bush snuck the ousted leader out of the White House’s back door, and rushed him into an unmarked vehicle bound for Dulles International Airport. Denied access to Air Force One, Bush and his family then fled the nation on Lufthansa flight 687 bound for Zurich.

Though Myers appeared to have the support of top military leaders, opposition figures claim that his most heinous acts while in the office—including emptying out desk drawers, knocking over a priceless bust of Thomas Jefferson, and ripping down drapery and wearing it as a cape—are punishable by the harshest forms of spanking in the land. Others have questioned the 10-year-old’s legitimacy altogether.

“While the Constitution does not explicitly address this situation, standards set forth in the Federalist Papers and other writings indicate that, by using the president’s official pen on the president’s official paper while sitting in the president’s official chair, Myers became de facto ruler of the United States,” said Georgetown University law professor Steven Fuller, adding that Myers’ appointment of his friend Hal as vice president was equally binding. “The fact that [Myers] spelled ‘president’ wrong, however, does make it a bit of a legal gray area.”

At press time, the nation remained in a state of flux, and it was unclear who would take over the Oval Office after Myers finally resigned out of boredom and left to rejoin the members of his tour.

Though his reign was brief and tumultuous, Myers could boast of several accomplishments during his 15-minute term, such as balancing the budget, pulling the troops out of Iraq, and establishing universal health care.

I cant be the only one that saw this coming.  :)

shoot first law

warning to tourists

Yesterday afternoon, I got permission from the doctor to remove my back brace.   I had broken my back several months ago jumping from a boat to a dock and fractured my L1.  Here is a translation for the laymen…
I landed on my ass and one of the square bones that make up my back cracked and squished so its now triangular.   I had to wear one of these for 3 months to allow the crack to heal. Jewett back brace

Yea… no fun at all…. I usually wore it under an over shirt, so as to not creat too many questions.  Aside from not being able to tie my own shoes, and looking like I gained 50 pounds.  it was very uncomfortable.

Well yesterday they told me I could take it off. YAY!!!  this decision was quickly followed by the anouncement that I was not allowed to do anything differently than I was when it was on, for at least the next 3 months. BOO!!!

He did tell me that I would be well enough to go snowboarding in the spring… so i guess there is that.

To do:…

  • Move
  • Start new job
  • Create new budget
  • Get above water financially
  • Keep girlfriend happy
  • De-flea new home
  • Clean old home
  • Close utility accounts.
  • Fix jeep
  • Keep puppy happy
  • Work on blog
  • Laundry
  • Iron out holidays
  • Prepare for Jeeptoberfest
  • Start putting flatlander thoughts on paper.
  • Call all debtors and do change of address
  • Pull hair out.
    • Never mind. I don’t have any.

“One thing at a time”, I always say… Well it was something I heard alot growing up, and a philosophy I try to live my life by. 

Un-fortunately it never really works that way. 

If your reading this you are probably at least aware that there are other projects I am working on at the moment.  My intentions for this are that it become a photo-blog of my life.  There have been programing glitches and it is making progress slowly.

 Also in the works is CUBALLOON, it is a game that I invented to keep up morale in call centers, (Much to the dismay of management LOL).

 Rogue Ronin will be a media company mostly run by my close friend “Spitfire Jay”.  With my imagination and his talent, were going to take over the world!!! have a lot of fun with it.

 Jeep Patrol, is on the back burner while I try to focus on my other personal projects, and also help the Suncloast Flatlanders focus on their website re-design.

And finally Jim Kallaher.com will be a conduit for everything else for a while.

pictures coming soon… links comming soon…  Random miscellaneous bullshit coming soon.

Jim

this is a yapb test

Before you start reminiscing about Clash of the Titans. “The Kraken” would be my dog Winston, and releasing him would pretty much be leaving him unattended for more than 10 seconds.

When I first moved into my current domicile; because I was concerned about him barking in the crate and waking my roommates at 6 AM, I tried leaving him out in the living room to lay on the couch until one of my roommates woke up to keep him company.

It was a good idea… in theory… He wouldn’t bark and he pretty much just kept to himself. Until one day Winston discovered the discovered the scent of compressed rawhide on my roommates red velvet couch.

(cue the bug eyes)

Yup that means I have to replace one RED VELVET COUCH.

Ok so new rules:
1) no more compressed rawhide.
2) no more leaving the dog unattended in the AM after I leave for work.

and everything seems to be going well…

Well Sunday while unloading some things from the Jeep to the house, Winston (hence forth to be known only as the Kraken) decided that my VERY expensive GPS device looked a bit like a chew toy…

UGHHH!!!!!

well what can you do… he didnt know… its my fault.

but is it…

I thought I had left the Garmin in the living room, maybe on the coffee table. Wich would have easily left it as an open target as a potential chew toy looking item. Aparently I didn’t. In the few minutes I was outside Winston went into my bedroom, took the unit off my bed side table, went back out to the living room and began eating the Garmin on the couch.

Other people have told me they think he may have done it out of spite.
So in considering this I have to ask myself yet another question.
In an animal that entertains itself by chasing its own tail and eating dirt, capable of identifying that something is of value to me and destroying it for the sole purpose of spite?

is this way of telling me he is pissed for not being included in the “going out the front door to retreve things from the Jeep”?

Maybe… As much as I identify and accept that I (like many) have managed to choose a pet that is much like me.
Maybe we are more alike that I could even begin to imagine…

Anyone who knows me knows I love a good debate. I don’t even know why… it’s like its built into me right next to “remember to inhale after sneezing” I have even been known to argue a point that I don’t necessarily agree with just to be the devils advocate.

So it goes without saying that any time someone opens a sentence with “what if…”, I should expect to be consumed in opinionated battle.

Most recently the subject of children was re-introduced to my life. The question was presented like this. What if the child you never have was destined to be the next president, John Lennon or Albert Einstein?

Well I think Yakko said it best in his universe song…

Everybody lives on a street in a city
Or a village or a town for what it’s worth.
And they’re all inside a country which is part of a continent
That sits upon a planet known as Earth.
And the Earth is a ball full of oceans and some mountains
Which is out there spinning silently in space.
And living on that Earth are the plants and the animals
And also the entire human race.
CHORUS
It’s a great big universe
And we’re all really puny
We’re just tiny little specks
About the size of Mickey Rooney.
It’s big and black and inky
And we are small and dinky
It’s a big universe and we’re not.

And we’re part of a vast interplanetary system
Stretching seven hundred billion miles long.
With nine planets and a sun; we think the Earth’s the only one
That has life on it, although we could be wrong.
Across the interstellar voids are a billion asteroids
Including meteors and Halley’s Comet too.
And there’s over fifty moons floating out there like balloons
In a panoramic trillion-mile view.
And still it’s all a speck amid a hundred billion stars
In a galaxy we call the Milky Way.
It’s sixty thousand trillion miles from one end to the other
And still that’s just a fraction of the way.
‘Cause there’s a hundred billion galaxies that stretch across the sky
Filled with constellations, planets, moons and stars.
And still the universe extends to a place that never ends
Which is maybe just inside a little jar!
CHORUS
It’s a great big universe
And we’re all really puny
We’re just tiny little specks
About the size of Mickey Rooney.
* Though we don’t know how it got here
* We’re an important part here
* It’s a big universe and it’s ours!
* - In the original script, these lines were:You might think that you’re essential
Try inconsequential
It’s a small world after all!

Pessimist or realist… you be the judge.

The following was written For the King of Fools
who died in Switzerland, 1992

It is my mantra.

Move
Move as in a dream, till the dream
moves you
Move till the move dreams you
Leap, vault and tumble
with a wink at fate and a
kiss
at danger
Soar!
into a bottomless sky
because gravity
is just another law meant to be
broken
Dauntless
Restless
Beheld, yet never meant to be
held
Spin out of reach
till the dream of you
moves us.

Someone once told me that if you had 1000 monkeys typing on 1000 typeriters for 1000 years… they would eventually produce the complete works of Shakespere.

I wonder how long it took them to come up with this?

JABBERWOCKY
by -Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What

Alice Found There, 1872)
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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