The Revolution is coming


The infiltration of electronically infused gadgetry has now reached saturation point and the first rumblings of discontent are starting to come in. Has the time finally arrived to start taking things in our own hands again? Shares are hopelessly down on Face-book Inc. Micro-soft is struggling with keeping up sales on new Pod/pads and Tablets. Moses is sobbing to Joshua.

Looking back, it might well have been the moment when the IT television Guru showed us a new form of inter-connect and therefore disconnect with living lives with the introduction of spectacles that were mini computers. Apparently, those spectacles introduced by Micro-Hard reacted to eye movements that would obey brain messages.

If the brain thought of a big Mac, instantly would appear a GPS signal on the special spectacles, giving directions to the nearest MacDonald’s obesity emporium. They were never far away.

Pitifully or fortunately, many life brain messages, if they still existed, were already mainly of such a superficial nature, the electronic spectacles had little trouble obeying them, honing in on mainly food courts with lots of sugar and fat destinations. The glasses reveled in obeying the child-like brain messages and many people were observed robot-like and in auto mode, marching to fast food outlets or ATMs, queuing patiently and obediently but also utterly silently behind each other with eyes fixed myopically into their special E-spectacles with 4G capabilities and interconnecting WWW surf obligations.

It was then, that, first in medical journals but followed soon reported in the MSM (main stream media), that odd behavior, mainly in some elderly people in public was observed. An elderly man found in Sydney’s George Street, all fetally curled up sobbing with an unexplained rage foaming at the mouth trying to ingest a Samsung 3G tablet. A week later a woman dressed in a floral summer twin-set had been found trying to strangle her I/pod with an ear phone cord. Nothing like that had ever been seen before.

In America similar incidents were observed. Disposal bins and rubbish containers were being filled with E-Modems together with anti-depressant pills. Swinging mood changes amongst taxi drivers were worrying authorities. What was happening? The next week, in Innsbruck Austria, a smoking pyre of Blue E-Teeth was discovered after neighbours in Rauchenstrasse complained of an acrid smell. The Tyroler ski resorts are greatly worried. The image of smoke curling up from ancient farm house chimneys and the perfume of pine covered valleys was what attracted tourism to Tyrol (Ach Tyroler-Land, du bist so schon) not smoking stacks of dying Blue-teeth.

What was most worrying though that on the intercontinental train Genoa- Stockholm a group of people were seen to be talking and conversing, face to face. It was also rumored some were even knitting while TALKING, although that last item has yet to be confirmed.

Just now a report came in of a large group of people having been seen along Fifth Avenue NY chasing Micro-Hard and Windows 9 executives while hurling E- tablets at them. A 79 year old addressing a small crowd while standing on an E-Box modem, solemnly threatened self immolation unless shops would empty their pernicious E-Wares including those dreaded E-specs.

A large golden arched M sign was being torn down in Brooklyn by an infuriated crowd reclaimed the right to health with lentils and celery sticks and shouting obscenities at those still munching on triple beef patties and slurping sugar slurries.

Was it also true that people were handing in their guns, throwing bazookas and multi clip assault weapons on the front lawn of the NRA with its president last seen rowing across Lake Ontario after being chased by large groups of school children? Rumors are rife. In Australia people were helping refugees on leaking boats, rowing them on-shore and gave them blankets, oranges and cashews, and offered their shivering bones welcoming fires.

It is in the air. Some think the world is ready to take back the copper wire again. Things are yearning for simplicity. There will be a revolt by millions of the elderly fed up by complications and enforced choices. The E-glasses were just the catalyst. Things had been brewing for a long time. Even in Vladivostok reports of rampaging people demanding for copper-line to be returned with normal ring-tones and obligatory banning of all E-Glasses and Blue Tooth connectivity in cars strictly banned. Riots in Rostov’s Gorky Park are ongoing.

There will be milling crowds of the elderly, many in battery powered mobility scooters, fed up by complications of hard drives and E-Sticks with useless memory Apps and Blue teeth, with clusters of chargers clogging up drawers and found tangled underneath groaning beds and around cats’ claws.

Mark my word, all those millions of the gummy mouthed but brave, seething with discontent, coarse oaths renting the air. There will be blood on the streets. I/Pods will be hurled through shop windows, gnarled hands shaking, poking the arid air. Give us back our normal lives, face to face with social intercourse, is what we want. We want it now, they shouted in voices hoarse but not of age.

People on street corners are talking, having real conversations and chattering crowds on trains and trams again. The sound of voices is reverberating on the streets. From the chaos of entangled stifling staccato text messages and E- padded rubbish will come forth again a river of flowing words and torrid conversations. Seeds of imagination are being sown on fertile ground. It will come about.

Mark my word.

The revolution is coming.

17 Responses to “The Revolution is coming”

  1. ThePoliticalVagina Says:

    Hi Gerard, Love your work! I have just nominated you for the Liebster Blog Award (and I’m guessing you have way over 200 followers but I like you so..:


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Thank you The Political Vagina;
      I am most honored. I don’t have over 200 followers, so, lucky me. I have alway wanted to be praised, but never dreamt this Liebster Blog award would come from T.P Vagina.


      • ThePoliticalVagina Says:

        I like to surprise, life is best when quirky!

        You don’t have 200 followers??
        I was positive you would have, because you should have!

        Love your stuff, it’s guaranteed to bring a smile.


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Thank you Political Vagina.

      Well, I love the surprise especially coming from such an unusual and fascinatingly named blog.


  2. Andrew Says:

    Gerard, will I get an SMS message when the revolution is due to start? I wouldn’t want to miss it.


  3. gerard oosterman Says:

    Hi Andrew:
    Will my fan-tail pigeon do?


  4. The Anti-E Campaign | All downhill from here Says:

    […] most insightful of bloggers, Gerard Oosterman, has penned a compelling piece. You get insight yes, but incite too. He wants a revolution. Turn the clock back to the days when […]


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Ha, ha. (:
      The old crankshaft and tappets. My first car was a Ford V8, single spinner 1949.
      It came to grief when in order to brake I had to pump the brake pedal. The car’s braking system needed bleeding and the master cylinder was as crook as Rookwood. I had made the last payment when I came to an intersection and my pumping the brake pedal was not fast enough to get traction with the brakes on the wheels.
      It was a write off. I was 17 or so and saddened beyond consolation.
      Ps; Rookwood is Australia’s largest cemetery.


  5. Just Rod Says:

    Very funny, very creative and thought provoking. I do remember though, in the early 60s taking the train into London each day. No e devices to distract us. Nothing to stop conversation except English reticence. In five years, traveling on same carriage, with same passengers, no one spoke to me or I them!
    Perhaps it was those crossword puzzles which kept us separated.


  6. gerard oosterman Says:

    Yes, I do remember catching the trains in London and everyone sat very still and quiet. I thought perhaps it was being English reserved and not be seen as inquisitive if they spoke up.
    I remember the train Genoa-Stockholm on my way to Finland in 1965, when an Italian man seated opposite me in the carriage noticed I was putting on my tie. He got up and adjusted my tie a bit better.
    I was totally flabbergasted but for him it came totally natural. Different strokes for different folks etc…I was happy to get my tie done better.


  7. frangipani Says:

    Not that this has anything to do with anything except train journeys, but I remember being in a train station in Kyiv, with all the cyrillic signs, which I could barely read. The track for my train had been changed and I couldn’t work out where we had to go . I asked the man standing next to me if he spoke English – he didn’t , but after a quick check through alternative languages, we realised we both spoke a bit of Italian. He got us going in the right direction, and we managed to catch our train on time. And I’ve always thought, that’s Eastern Europe – someone is going to speak some sort of language you have a grasp on, even if they’re not the languages you expect!


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Yes Frangipani,
      a bit of knowledge in languages gets you a long way. Arriving in Finland really floored me back in 1965. Finnish has nothing in common with other European languages.
      We (H and I) both spoke German and I learned a bit of Finnish while there which to this day I haven’t forgotten.
      Amazing that the language survived seeing they were often ruled by Sweden and Russia. Finland is fiercely independent now.


  8. kaytisweetlandrasmussen83 Says:

    Whatever language it is that you speak, Gerard, you certainly are fluent in humor and common sense. Congratulations on your well-deserved nomination. Bring on the revolution!


  9. Patti Kuche Says:

    Gerard, New Yorkers are a chatty bunch! It’s as though we are all on this small island together so we might as well make the most of it. A sweeping generalisation to be sure but so different to the UK!


  10. gerard oosterman Says:

    Yes Patti,
    I think New York is different. Something about the density of population and its architecture. People on the streets sharing things and talking. Woody Allen’s domain and boy, can he talk, especially through his movies…
    As for the UK and those silent passengers on trains. I coughed once, and people looked sternly at me. I felt rebuked


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