Welcome to the The Green Twilight Zone

Nobody's Opinion: I finally figured it out. The recent writer's strike wasn't actually a strike after all...somewhere there was a big meeting where all the writers, politicians, the United Nations, Newt, Nancy, Gore, and the Reverend Wright.. all got together to discuss how to write in global warming and energy concerns into all their movie and television scripts.

As if the world depended on the message, they now have to put into all our favorite weekly sitcoms global warming, and "giving."

I admit, when I heard that my old favorite show, 24 was going to put a woman in the script as President, I said.."Well, that's it! Just see if they get ME to watch it...NO WAY!" And then, Mr. Sutherland's boy went to jail...and then we found out that they are not going to play the popular series until right before Hillary's running against McCain, sometime in late summer...to influence us at the voting booth.

And Hillary and Bill sitting in the Soprano's last show diner was just a fluke...right.

Being as I'm the only one on the blogs that seems to be onto this whole thing, I've nothing to lose here. We are being massively "socially engineered" and no one seems to be upset besides me and Ben Stein.

For example: In one of my favorite shows "Bones" tonight...the main character (who plays an anthropologist) said that she made so much money, she was going to put it in a tax shelter in the Cayman islands. But at the end of the show, she saves a dying hick town, by using her hard earned money to build a bridge to the town. (a bridge that had closed due to dwindling tax payers) The Senator she called, never called back.

Of course, they could have left that whole scenario out, but the writers wanted us to "relate." The message: some of you rich folks go in and give these poor middle class people money, because the government is still working on New Orleans!

Don't hold your breathe.

Then my other favorite program "Medium," started out with a classroom talk about energy. How windmills, and electric, and all this wonderful stuff runs our very lives. It was written as a third grade level science class lesson and had nothing to do with the show whatsoever. It was blatantly aimed at children.

The main character, a psychic named Alice, continue to talk about how all our oil comes from dead animals, which now is being pretty much debated as total nonsense. (Lots of dead dinosaurs walking around in those Oceans long ago.) But, like The Big Bang Theory, it will go on being taught as truth when in fact, many scientists now think oil is literally everywhere.

Then Alice's husband, (played by the wonderful actor, Jake Weber) Joe, has started his own company (since he lost his other job as an engineer) with a very pretty woman venture capitalist and then he invents some sort of energy saving devise. Right away, he hands over his control to this woman, (which is exactly what the big boys want anyone with some idea to do) and waits on his "patents."

Sometime during the hour long program...Patricia Arquette, (who plays Alice) when she is sitting in her car, makes a statement a vehicle is basically a moving gas bomb. Then she has a dream that it blows up, with her kids in it.

This has NOTHING to do with the plot.

Can you imagine what this is doing to young kids that are watching this program little minds? The subliminal message is: cars blow up, they're bad, they are moving bombs.

I've got to hand it to them. They somehow still manage to stick a story into the plots, and all the environmental green garbage that they can spit out, gets stuck in the cracks and crannies.

I guess the government is now paying for each and every single environmental plot and sentence muttered by main characters on TV... much like the corporate showings of Coke.

Wouldn't that be a trip if we found out that we the taxpayers are actually paying to have ourselves brainwashed?

And since there are so few really good programs on anymore, what are you going to do? Watch reruns of American Idol?

And as I was driving on the highway today, and noticing the nifty new huge solar powered speed limit signs put up everywhere...I got to thinking that the old ones were just fine. Each new solar powered sign must have cost at least ten-thousand dollars, as compared to maybe one hundred dollars for the old ones.

And the old ones worked just fine.

Add this to the fact that when the rich pay their "carbon dollars" to some country, what happens more often than not is poor people have to give up their homes so that they can plant eucalyptus forests, to make the rich feel better.

So, in the end, to try to remain sane, my husband and I turned on Tombstone. We stared arguing over, like a good wife and husband will do...when Val Kilmer walks up to Ringo the cowboy to kill him towards the end of the movie...I think he says:"I'm your Huckleberry."

And my husband says he says, "I'm here Huckleberry."

Neither one of us will concede he is wrong. We rewound the moment over ten times. I even made him close his eyes and listen. I told him "HEY..I'm a musician, I have sensitive ears!"

To which he answered.."There's no music here."

I hate it when he makes such logical remarks.

But I'm right. And I'm right about all this mass brain-washing too..Goebbels would be proud.

So, I could be insane. Yes, most defiantly. I agree. Popcorn please. Keep the green light on for me...I might not come out.

Or..maybe I'm really living in the twilight zone.

Care to join me? In my twilight zone, there are many colors!