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Adventures in Alternative Journalism -- The Analysis Piece

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Date: Thu,  9 Oct 97 14:24:22 -0700
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Subject: Adventures in Alternative Journalism -- The Analysis Piece

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	"Adventures in Alternative Journalism"

	The Analysis Piece

Alice stared at the two strange creatures. She was completely dumbfounded.

"So let me see if I've got this right. You make really good wheels. But if
the Queen of Hearts had wheels, her subjects who occasionally raid your
borders would be able to get away faster, and you wouldn't catch as many of
them. Is that right, Tweedledumb?"

"I'm Tweedledumber. He's Tweedledumb. Yes, that's right. We have a
technological lead over the Cards, and we have to maintain it."

"So you won't sell them wheels?"

"Well, it's more complex than that. A large part of our population is
engaged in making wheels, and we make a lot of money selling them to the
Cards.  So we made a compromise. We only sell them SQUARE wheels."

"But of course," Tweedledumb chimed in, "it's very expensive to make both
square and round wheels. So most of our people only make square wheels, so
they can sell them to both us and the Cards. Of course, our people are
allowed to buy round wheels, IF they can find them."

"AND," stated Tweedledumber, "since the wheel is patented here, we get to
collect a hefty licensing fee for every wheel sold."

"But the Cards DO have wheels!" Alice could see over the fence, and the
Cards were happily zipping around all over the place. "And so do a lot of
people over here. What happened?"

"Well, we couldn't stop the Cards from building their OWN wheels ... "

"And people like buying the Card wheels because they're faster than our
wheels, and they're cheaper, because they don't have to pay us the licensing
fee ..."

"You see, we have a licensing treaty with the Cards for most things, so if
they make something we have a patent on, they have to pay us, but the wheel
can't be exported, so it can't EXIST over there, so our patents don't apply
... "

"But I don't understand! You said you needed to catch people, but now you
can hardly catch anyone!" Alice was totally astounded at what she was

"It's only a stopgap measure anyway." Tweedledumber clasped his hands behind
his back and started pacing. "We need to get an agreement with the Queen of
Hearts that both of our people will only use, oh, say, pentagonal and maybe
hexagonical wheels. That way, everyone can get around faster, but we'll
still be able to catch them."

"But who's WE?"

"Anybody with a TLA on their shirt. WE get round wheels."

"What's a TLA?"

Alice almost felt relieved when she saw the familiar grin materialize.  The
rest of the Cheshire Cat soon followed.

"A TLA, my dear, is a Three Letter Anachronism. When people start referring
to you by your initials, you've overstayed your welcome. If everyone starts
calling ME TCC, I'll know it's time to find another job."

The caterpillar spoke up from its perch on the toadstool. "Wrong, tuna
breath. TLA's are the only thing standing between society and total chaos."

Alice turned to face the caterpillar, who responded by blowing a lungful of
hookah smoke in her face.

"THESE two goons only deal with the dangers of the Queen of Hearts and her
soldiers, I have to worry about the domestic situation. So we came up with
a solution. There are certain unscrupulous locals who engage in terrible
things, terrorism, drug dealing, child molestation, money laundering ...
we have to be able to catch them. If they had wheels, they could outrun us.
But if we had ACCESS to those wheels when we needed it ... by the way,
speaking of drug dealers, we know about that mushroom, and the pills.  You
might want to think really hard about playing ball with us, the Queen of
Hearts is rather fond of cutting off dope addict's heads."

"Access to wheels? Does that have anything to do with those ropes hanging
off the back of those carts?"

"Yup. We pull on that rope, the wheels fall off. And since we may have to
stop a LOT of people at one time, we could have a riot, or another Butthole
Surfers concert, we figure that we should be able to stop about ten percent
of the population at once, a little less in the rural areas ... well,
they've gotta be REALLY LONG ROPES ... and there have to be A WHOLE LOT of
them ... course, the ones with the ropes we let have octagonal wheels ..."

"But can't just anybody pull the rope? You'll have wheels falling off all
over the place."

"Price you have to pay for a safe society. Besides, we have trusted third
parties holding to to the other end."

"How will you get people to use it, when they can get regular wheels from
the Cards?"

"How else? We could pass a law. But it's easier just to threaten all the
wheel dealers - put the rope on or we shut you down. Spread the word that
only criminals don't use ropes - what are you afraid of? Got something to
hide? Eventually we'll have to outlaw the round wheel, of course, but for
the time being, some creative social engineering should do the trick." The
caterpillar took another long drag on the hookah. "Good shit. Dole was right
about this stuff."

"But can't people get real wheels for free?"

"Sure, we've pulled off enough they're lying around all over the place.
But then you need an axle, bearings, steering - most people still just go
down and buy the whole package. We get them, we're in - guy up in Seattle
makes something like 90% of all carts sold here, you should see the shit
we've got on HIM! No problemo. And those idiots at Netscape - we've got them
doing a complete background check on anybody who wants a round wheel - come
back in five days, and maybe you can have it."

"So, Alice, are you learning anything?"

Alice liked the Cheshire Cat, but it did have very sharp teeth, and very
long claws, and it did have the habit of appearing out of nothing. Alice
felt that it should be treated with respect. "Not really, your cattiness.
It doesn't make any sense at all!"

"It isn't supposed to. You have to look at it the right way. From their
perspective, it makes perfect sense."

"I'm confused."

"Don't worry about it. It gets worse before it gets better. Come on, we're
going to a party. Tim May and John Gilmore are throwing a Mad Tea Party."

"Are they really mad?"

"May's crazy as a loon. You'll like him. Gilmore, he's just still pissed at
Shimamura for that stunt in the hot tub ... "

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