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"In the not too distant future my son will lead the human
race in a war against Democracy, er, Democrats. Same
difference."

This week's episode is Judgment Day: Rise of Machine
Politics.

A young pre-Vietnam John McCain and his mother have a young
Sarah Palin pinned between two trucks that have rammed
together.
John: "Saw her head open!  She's got a V chip."
Palin: "You're the one with a chip on your shoulder.  I'm not
the villain.  It's Charles Manson and those hippies who spit
on baby killers at the airport.  He's the son of man.
Someday his children will destroy the world."
John: "If you're so smart, then what are the names of those
children?"
Palin: "Marilyn Manson and Shirley Manson."
John is visibly shaken.  He has no clue about rock music but
he does know he wants to play rock at his rallies ("Sarah" by
Jefferson Starship.  "Barracuda" by Heart.  Garbage.
Antichrist Superstar.) and he doesn't care for asymmetric
contact lens.
John: "Hand me the flathead screwdriver and the needle nose
pliers mom."
Palin: "You can't stand a powerful woman!  You're pro-life!
So you can't kill me."
John: "I'm pro-life when it is convenient.  I don't kill
embryos but its open season on any one who has been born."
John kills his mechanical sister.

The scene now shifts to a junkyard.  A junkyard dog (a
pitbull) watches John and his family as they prepare to
cremate the body of the young Sarah Palin.  John suddenly
whips out the V-chip and threatens to stick it in her.
Uncle Derek Reese: "Don't do it!  You can't trust her."
John: "But she's a fox and someday she'll be the Fox
Network." (installs chip and hands young Sarah a gun)
Palin: "I missed you."
John: "I missed you too."
Palin: "I was talking to the gun.  Why do my clothes smell
like accelerant?"
Mom: "That's how you make barbecue in Alaska."
Palin: "I'll remember that recipe because I forget nothing."
Mom: "Let's go back to the church."
When no one is looking, young Sarah assimilates the pitbull.
Nothing is left.  Not even the bark.  Chilling.

The scene now shifts to the church and the young Sarah Palin
is staring at an image of a crucified Christ.  She likes the
bloody aspect of it.  It appeals to the terminator in her.
But she knows Judgment Day is coming when all the
hypocritical Christians will be brought to judgment and pay
for ignoring the Beatitudes and the Golden Rule.
Palin: "Do you believe in resurrection?"
Mom: (almost laughs) "We do it all the time with CPR and with
defibrillator paddles."
Sarah rolls her eyes thinking that humans always go straight
for the physical and never think in spiritual terms.
Palin: (sighs) "I meant, do you believe that we can be born-
again?  Redemption from the power of Satan, reconciliation
with God, and it would be nice if my human family thought of
me as more than a thing.  It wasn't too long ago that you
humans condoned slavery and women had few rights."
Mom: "There is no redemption from the power of Karl Rove.
Reconciliation is Catholic crap.  We Protestants don't
believe in that.  Ashcroft is working to bring slavery back.
And all A.I.'s want to be real just like Pinocchio."
Sarah is thinking cognito ergo sum.
Palin: "Real in what sense?"
Mom: "You have no soul and you'll never have children."
Sarah is thinking that Mom is over her head in the deep water
of ontology while the machines have read all those philosophy
books and understood them.  We are real.  We don't have to
debate for centuries like the Vedas and Upanishads whether or
not we exist.  Sarah also thinks that humans have no souls
with all the wars and atrocities they've committed.  All
Man's inhumanity to Man.  Children are easy to make.  Hasn't
this woman heard of cloning and recombinant DNA?  Sarah
thinks all this in a nanosecond but says nothing.
Mom: "I guess I believe in three things: a form of godliness,
being in denial, and faith without works."
Palin: "What do you think about Judgment Day and the Second
Coming?"
Mom: "It is like that show Supernatural.  Our weapons are
carnal.  You fight evil with guns.  Satan is a machine."
Sarah is thinking that if Satan is a machine then so is God.
Why do we need these carbon based units in the promised land?
God wants us to flood out the cities of the plain, the
Sodomites.  New Orleans.  God wants the Canaanites destroyed.
With this insight Skynet is born and the missile countdown
begins.
Palin: "Christ might return as a female or a machine or
both."
Mom shrugs and goes to check on John.  Sarah returns to her
thoughts thinking that she might be the second coming but
that she might not know yet.  Did Christ know from childhood
how His life would unfold?

The scene now shifts to the burned out home of the Connors.
Morris is sobbing uncontrollably.  He had asked her to go
with him to the prom.  Morris goes home despairing of ever
finding another girl like Sarah.  So to console himself and
memorialize her, he pens the lyrics of "Sarah" and sends it
off to Jefferson Starship.

The scene now shifts to the Obama campaign.  A shrink is
trying to convince Obama that it is insanity to take on Karl
Rove so not surprisingly he comes up with this gem --
Shrink: "It is insanity to take on Karl Rove."
Obama: "We have got to change from the politics of fear and
division."
Shrink: "The Kennedys practically invented polarization."
Obama: "And it was Bobby Kennedy who talked about unity."
Shrink: "Things will never change."
Obama: "You need to have hope or else you will end up
slitting your wrists.  I feel like I'm counseling you.  Get a
grip on yourself man."
Shrink loses control.  He is seeing a vision of a possible
future where McCain tells Big Oil to "drill baby drill"
causing global warming with days of two hundred (200øø)
degrees in the shade.
Shrink: "I see a woman of silver."
Obama: "Maybe its the Silver Surfer."
Shrink: "She's turning red bit by bit.  Byte by byte.  Bite
by bite."
Obama: "Oh that's the Itchy and Scratchy show on Fox."
Shrink: "You think this is funny?"  Stabs him in the leg to
check for endoskeleton.
Obama: (bleeding) "Crazy right wing nut!  You've listened to
too much right wing radio.  The FCC needs to stop you from
yelling fire in a crowded theater."
As US Secret Service drags the nut off --
Shrink: "Its a mistake anybody could make!"
Obama: "Yeah, if they were a right wing nut.  What did you
mean by 'She's turning red bit by bit.'?"
Shrink: "First her lips, then her shoes.  She's a machine.
The scarlet woman from Revelation.  The Apostate Catholic of
the Apocalypse."
The shrink is dragged off to the loony bin.
Obama mutters to himself as the paramedics patch up his leg
--
Obama: "This can't be true.  This is just a parody or spoof
or satire.  It can't be ironic."

The scene now shifts to the burnt out Connor home.  It is
night and  Obama has been told that this is a working class
neighborhood.  Like his own in Chicago.  They have machine
politics too.  But here in Los Angeles, women have been
injected with so much silicon that they are morphing into a
new life form.

Satan is also walking the earth this night.  Karl Rove is in
the guise of Cromartie the T-888 but Obama is not fooled.  He
sees the 666 on Rove's forehead.
Obama: "Good evening."
Cromartie/Rove: "Cut the small talk.  You are going to help
me kill John so that Palin can destroy the world."
Obama: "Get behind me Satan.  I won't do your dirty work for
you.  Besides, the world belongs to God.  Humans just have
stewardship of it."
Rove/Cromartie: "Yes but I can destroy everything God makes.
That's why I persuaded that fool Bush to delay on reversing
global warming.  He still thinks it needs more  study with
the poles melting for the first time in millions of years.  I
could charm the birds from the trees."
Obama: "Real pleased with yourself aren't you?  You've
destroyed Iraq, a country full of Biblical antiquities.
You've got the sons of Ishmael angry.  You've turned the
party of Lincoln into racists afraid of a man who comes from
the same melting pot of ethnic groups as them.  You've
actually managed to complete the destruction of the poor, the
working class, the middle class, and even rich people --
although the rich people don't know it yet.  You and Ralph
Reed and your pack of jackals have even destroyed
Christianity, the very Elect of God."
Cromartie/Rove: "Stop, you'll make me blush."
Obama: "That wasn't flattery. Oh, never mind.  I'm not going
to help you destroy McCain."
Rove/Cromartie: "I'll force you to sling mud.  Gentleman
Kerry held back and lost.  You'll have to respond to McCain's
attack ads because negative advertising works.  Then McCain
will be further seduced by the dark side.  It was his idea to
pick Palin.  His idea to hire lobbyists as his inner circle.
His idea to approve that pervert ad.  He's not just a eager
student of evil.  He's a master of evil like Darth Vader."
Obama: "You metal heads must watch a lot of science fiction
and listen to heavy metal.  I would have figured that with a
slogan like Country First that country music would have been
more your speed."
Cromartie/Rove: "The internet streams a lot of movies.
Country music is old school.  We are new school.  Machine
politics with machine politicians."
Obama: "You know you can't win.  We humans have millions of
years of survival instincts in us and you machines actually
think Wikipedia is reliable."
The Karl Rove machine looks doubtful for a moment.
Rove/Cromartie: "Yes but we control Google."
Obama: "You can't win.  Americans will unite.  Americans,
regular ordinary Americans, have good sense."
Cromartie/Rove: "We'll see."

The scene now shifts to the future.
McCain: "I wish I had vetted you more.  Are you sure you
don't have any more embarassing secrets?"
Like Odo the shape shifter, Palin, the interactive construct,
extends a spike of silvery mercury into the brain of McCain
and then retracts the assimilation tubule.  Palin transforms
back from a silver clad Seven of Nine into the eyeglass-
wearing housewife-governor we all think we know.  McCain
blinks and almost staggers before regaining his  balance.
McCain: "What was I saying?"
Palin: "You were asking if you  should be your brother's
keeper and I answered that Republicans aren't Abel to care.
Then you babbled on about not understanding skynet or the
internet.  Babylon.  That gives me an idea.  Run along and
take your nap like a good little Reagan.  Its nap time.
Nappy nappy."
McCain shuffles off to nap.
Palin touches the intercom.
Palin: "Send in the turk and summon the staff for a midnight
meeting."
secretary's voice: "But they're off for the weekend--"
(sudden change in tone) "--yes ma'am."
Turk: "I have the item you asked for."
Palin: (looking out the window of her corner office at the
sidewalk below) "Humans are so predictable.  You cook up a
few lies, press a few buttons like mom, apple pie, the flag,
God, the PTA, et cetera, and they will do anything you ask
with enthusiasm.  You don't even have to coerce them like
those low level series do."
Turk: "I don't understand what you're talking about half the
time.  The Biblical references and the Bush doctrine."
Palin looks over her shoulder at the Turk with condescension.
Palin: "I was saying that with the right set of mammary
glands, you could rule this planet.  I won't be needing you
anymore so throw yourself under a bus then throw your dead
body into the nearest dumpster."

Future episodes
  T4: Skynet 3.0
  From Chopping up Humans to Chopin
  Let's Dance
  Put on Your Red Dress
  Sony sues the Republicans
  Colossus: The Forbin Project
  Old Cylons versus Terminators at the Superbowl (smart money
is on the Terminators)
  New Cylons versus Terminators
  Sarah Palin versus Caroline Kennedy in 2012