Amoeba’s Lorica: Campaign Trial

Jay Benjay, Resurrection Party candidate for President of the United States of America, is resting at a secluded spot on the shores of Lake Michigan. A few days earlier, he had led a campaign rally in Chicago, during which he fed a crowd of 50,000 with seven packets of ramen noodles (two of them gluten-free), and then, as usual, he had gone away, alone, to recover his energies. His 13-member campaign-management team has caught up with him, and they sit down at a luncheon buffet table (no ramen noodles allowed) to discuss the rally and its impact.


Jay: “Well, team, that was a lot of work, but it came off admirably, I thought. My thanks for a job well done. I expect that it generated a lot of momentum for our campaign. Yes?”

Peter (Campaign manager): “Ah … not so you’d notice, boss.”

Jay: “You’re kidding!

Peter: “I wish.”

Andrew (Pollster): “Your approval rating is the same now as it was a week ago, before the event, at around 40%. Pretty much the same as your opponents.”

Jay: “That’s … incredible. What part of “Miracle on Michigan” didn’t they understand?”

John (Publicist): “Unfortunately, we only got around 2,000 exit questionnaires returned out of the 50,000, so we don’t have nearly enough information to go on. But of those 2,000, nearly 50% complained that they expected far better out of this campaign than ramen noodles. One geezer – I presume it was a geezer – cracked “A century ago, a Presidential candidate promised a chicken in every pot, and look what happened to him. Now we get ramen. We are coming down in the world.”

James (IT Coordinator): “X and Tiktok are buzzing with reports from gluten-intolerant folks that they got regular ramen, while gluten-tolerant folks got the gluten-free stuff and spit it out as disgusting. And Instagram’s got a ton of videos of supply trucks in the immediate vicinity of the rally, and asking rather loudly whether the miracle was all it was cracked up to be.

Matthew (Quartermaster / Events [Miracles] Coordinator): “Hey look. We did what we could. But bringing off an event like this without somebody seeing something, and saying something, is, like, a miracle.” (The other team members groan audibly. Simon Z [Crowd Organizer] throws a handful of beach sand at Matthew.)

James: “You probably don’t want to know about the Facebook hashtag ‘#priceoframen.’

Jay: “You’re right, James. But lay it on me anyway.”

James: “OK. The gist is, ‘one-off miracles are all well and good. But what are you doing about the price of ramen every other day?'”

John: “And about how many of those getting free ramen at the rally were undocumented immigrants, and what in the name of heaven are we doing feeding them?

Mary (DEI Guarantor): “And how many of them had gotten abortions?”

Jay: “Oy. Whatever happened to ‘welcome the poor, and the orphan, and the foreigner’ among us?”

Judas I (Chief Financial Officer): “The campaign budget? This ‘radical inclusion’ nonsense is taking money out of our coffers and putting it in the vaults of our opponents, each of whom has the good sense to appeal to a base that matters – namely, one that has money enough to matter to their campaigns.”

Jay: “Then why are we bothering to run? And haven’t I already told you how offensive I find that MAGA cap?”

Judas: “This cap represents the Christians that you are trying to reach.”

Jay: “Those ‘Christians’ haven’t got a clue!

Judas: “Suit yourself, loser.”

Peter: “I think the lesson learned here is that petty miracles aren’t going to have much impact. The real miracle will be to get people to see that they’re their own worst enemies, and respond accordingly. That, for instance, the high prices everybody’s wanting a cure for happened because everybody insisted on buying what wasn’t available on the shelves, and paying whatever price was asked. Instead of doing what was required and going without (omg!) until the supply chain stabilized, and prices with them. That, for instance, they form armed camps around topics that don’t matter rather than face issues that do matter, but will cost them money, time, and personal freedom. We have a lot of work to do to convince people to back us in the name of sacrificial unity, when it’s a whole lot easier, and emotionally gratifying, to practice selfish division. Unless, of course, you decide to change course and stage an apocalypse.”

Jay: “Don’t tempt me.”

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Starship Train: To Protect the Innocent

Boobyprize Event Log, Stardate 3G222.2. An away team, sent to a remote sector of planet Stepbridge 3 to prospect for minerals of interest to the Federation, has beamed back to the Boobyprize in a state of blind panic. Kirkland, Srock, and Bonehead meet Ensigns Maria and Luigi at the transporter station.


“Sir?” Maria, distressed, addressed the Captain. “We … we lost Red.”

When are we going to eliminate that color from the uniform options?” Bonehead blurted out.

Kirkland impatiently waved his physician to silence. More calmly, he asked Maria the obvious question. “What happened?”

“Luigi and I were scanning a promising outcrop with our tricorders, while Red stood guard, when a young woman, I suppose a local resident, stepped into the clearing. She was somewhat physically attractive …”

Luigi coughed, loudly.

“… and scantily clad.”

“To start with”, Luigi added.

“She beckoned to Red to join her …”, Maria continued.

“He was closer”, Luigi admitted. Maria shot him a dark look.

“Which he did”, she continued, with a dark tone that matched her facial expression, “with a stupefied look on his face. And then … they both vanished! We looked, and called, and got no response, from Red or from anyone or anything else. So we beamed back aboard.”

Kirkland beckoned to Srock and Bonehead, took a step towards the transporter. “OK, let’s go.”

Bonehead lunged ahead of Kirkland, planted himself firmly between his Captain and the entrance to the transporter platform. “Richard”, he barked, “as your physician, I give you an order. You stay here!

“Captain Kirkland to the bridge”, Solu’s voice boomed out over the intercom. Kirkland took off running, followed by Srock, Bonehead, Maria, and Luigi.

When they arrived, Solu reported. “Communication request from the Director of Stepbridge 3.”

“Granted”, Kirkland replied. “Onscreen.”

What appeared on that screen was a stunningly handsome face perched on a chiseled physique that was more accentuated than concealed by his quasi-military garb, an unadorned khaki tunic and trousers. It was Maria’s turn to cough.

“Captain Kirkland?” the apparition asked.

“I am he”, Kirkland responded.

“I am Alpha Se, by the grace of its citizens Director of Stepbridge 3. I am here to apologize for the loss of your crewmember. The woman you encountered was not authorized to be in your sector while your were conducting your prospecting. We have taken steps to ensure that the intrusion is not repeated. The woman has received summary judgement, in accordance with our codes and practices. As an accomplice to her behavior, your crewmember has received the same punishment.”

The Boobyprize bridge crew was too disciplined, and too experienced, to respond with words or actions to this news. The facial expressions, however, were eloquent – except for Srock’s, which remained Vulcanian impassive.

“This action”, Kirkland ground out, “is not in accordance with the codes and practices of the Federation of Planets, of which you are – presently – a member.”

“We are aware of this”, Alpha Se responded, with just a hint of heat, “as we are aware of the overarching principle guiding those codes and practices, your Prime Directive. To which your own courts will grant precedence over any unfortunate incidents. I would like to ask your Science Officer a question.”

“You may”, Kirkland assented, with less than good will.

“Very well”, Alpha Se acknowledged. “In your Earth of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, how were criminal and other inappropriate activities generally handled?”

“It varied greatly with time and place”, Srock responded in a neutral, scholarly tone. “But in the places that have most informed current Federation practices, the guiding principle was ‘innocent until proven guilty’.”

“Which sounds noble in principle”, Alpha Se prodded. “In practice?”

“It led”, Srock acknowledged, “to increasingly protracted and expensive procedures through which many who committed crimes, especially those who could afford such procedures, escaped punishment for, or even the need to acknowledge, the crimes. This became increasingly inequitable. It also led to a proliferation of laws and practices designed to prevent crimes from taking place. Computer users, for example, were faced with increasingly complex procedures that they had to master in order for the owners of computer networks to thwart crimes, and with increasingly frequent updates to computer systems that rendered just-adopted new procedures obsolete and unworkable, increasing the costs to end users in money and time.”

“In other words”, Alpha Se pronounced, “you consistently and progressively punished the innocent for the sins of the guilty.”

“If one allows that any are innocent, since, at essence, all are selfish and seek personal advantage above all else, up to and including criminal activity, then, sir, you are correct”, Srock stated.

“And how did Earth society address these ills?” Alpha Se looked like a fox pouncing on a mouse.

“You, sir, I suspect,” Srock remained impassive, “know the answer to this as well as I do.”

“I suspect I do”, Alpha Se triumphed. “You are a streaming hologram. We are a real planetary population seeking real answers. And our population resolved to find and punish wrongdoers, rather than continue to punish those innocent of that particular wrongdoing, and to adopt summary judgement and punishment as the only way, as shown by innumerable studies on the behavior of sentient and non-sentient beings alike, to make teachings about correct behaviors stick. A citizen knows that dey will be caught, exposed, and whacked, and that will stop dem from committing the crime. Anything less, and the ‘advantage’ of which you correctly speak will win out, and we are back to square one.

“Alas”, Alpha Se reflected, “another thing that we on Stepbridge 3 share with Earth is the history of industrial revolution and the climate disaster that our greed wreaked upon the planet. Like you, we dreamed that the technology that created the mess would allow us to resolve the mess while remaining greedy. We learned differently. And our learning caused us to realize, that assuredly finding, and punishing, quickly and firmly, those guilty of crimes not only lessened the population pressure on our groaning climate but, properly managed, also massively improved the health of those who remained. The health”, the Director’s face and tone became sardonic, “and, the appearance, which several of you have noticed – and one of you, noticed to his permanent cost.”

Captain Kirkland spoke up. “I don’t see how this circumstance will allow us to continue with our prospecting arrangement.”

The Director of Stepbridge 3 responded in kind. “don’t see how a contract with a streaming hologram will put credits in our banks. The citizens of Stepbridge 3 wish you well.” The stunning creature winked out; the screen showed only the stars surrounding the spacecraft.

“Leave orbit”, Kirkland ordered, his voice husky. “Mr Solu, set course for the next destination on our mission schedule. I will be in my quarters.” He stormed off the bridge.

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Amoeba’s Lorica: Meme-ories 48 (The Best Thing About Friday Harbor)

As mentioned a little while ago, OC and Quilly, after a decade enjoying the palm trees, wildfires, and centipedes of the great state of Hawai‘i, will (???????? ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?????) be returning to the balmy freezes of Friday Harbor, in the Pacific Northwest of Washington State. While the local Rain Festival (September to May) may be under-appreciated, the welcome of old friends will not be. Nor will access to apples and other garden produce that hasn’t had to make a 2,000 mile ocean voyage to get to the table.

And, on this day in which We the People of these Untied States of America have, once again, demonstrated Our ability to learn nothing from past events, and may no longer (if We ever did) have the capacity to learn from them, Friday Harbor has a most welcome, even compelling, geographical advantage.

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