The Disneyland/Secret Society Photo Essay Da-da Didn't Write

Da-da was going to write a big long piece on secret societies' symbols and influence at Disneyland... but really, who cares? Their secrets are rather pathetic. And old. Obsolete. It's just bad programming. A bad mental software routine that's been hogging existential bandwidth for eons. Sure, their crimes are legion, but we're bigger than that. We don't need to seek revenge on our former masters, who are in actuality also our spiritual brothers. They'll punish themselves worse than anything you could do. And we can be generous now that we have the keys to our cells in our hands.

So. Let's reboot. It's time we all put away our fears and got together and got along -- and got those who don't deserve to govern us out of the way so we can vive, muchachos. How difficult does existence have to be, anyway? Not that difficult.

Take the day off. Be good to yourself. Breathe. Look at the sky. Walk a little taller, and enjoy a positive mindset... 'cause good things are coming your way. Really good things. You won't believe how good. And Da-da's not just saying that.

Hope is the best of things. Without it, we're all just mass without gravity.

Soon, it'll be without meaning; nothing more than a crack in the wall of an amusement park.

So Long 2012: A Da-da Retrospective of Unusual Shallowness and Symbolic Thingie (6 of 6)

One last 2012 vent. Da-da's sure he can speak for all of us when he says GOOD RIDDANCE TO THE APOCALYPSE. Krikey. The next person Da-da sees wielding an, "End of the World" sign is gonna reap the benefits of self-fulfilled prophecy (Da-da'll make him be Da-da for a week as punishment).

And GOOD RIDDANCE TO THE POWERS-THAT-WERE. This LIBOR-esque group (we all know who Da-da's talking about) has been shamelessly fomenting fear of said apocalypse -- and everything else -- and preying on us socio-economically for something like Da-da's entire life. They really are a sad bunch and Da-da hopes they see their latest non-end-of-the-world setbacks as a positive thing, turn themselves around and try the High Road sooner than later. Phew.

And an uber-galactic GOOD RIDDANCE TO THE 2012 ELECTION. Can we all try to get along, now?

And finally, ENOUGH of these stupid end-of-year recaps!

THE FINE PRINT

Please be advised that Da-da is officially turning reality OFF then back ON again at midnight  12/31/2012. The system has needed a reboot for about 10,000 years, now. Those of you without LRF support (Little Rubber Feet), be sure to either hold your reality up in the air really high while wearing sneakers or thick rubber boots, or simply send Da-da cash in the mail. The All-Being/Domain Name Server's (AB/DNS) articulated whiffletree linkages will shiver a bit on reentry, but the fnortner rods should reset (unless they don't) and that intrinsically delayed grounding spikage will be a thing of the past. Note that if oranges are suddenly called, "wheegles," Da-da will have to deliver percussive maintenance to the sending unit and REBOOT AGAIN. This almost never happens. Void where prohibited. Your future is assured once the universal server comes back online. If it doesn't, be sure to bring cans of spray paint so you can recreate your own personal dimensions. More than one color is advised, unless you're into postmodern monochrome. Or wanna go THX-1138. Which is kinda the same thing, but with fascism. It's your call.

Don't worry. Da-da's reboot should obviate these little deviations.

This is Da-da in Ontological IT... out. If you see smoke, you just might be the next Pope. Either that, or the parade float's transmission is having a moment. Regardless, have a better one.