Confessions of POTUS 59

The GOAT h-self. Of the people, for the people, by sortition.

sortition

/sɔːˈtɪʃ(ə)n/

The action of selecting or determining something by the casting or drawing of lots.

I am drawn to Congress at 8pm, in the middle of printing biscuits.

The notification pings as I instruct the squiggles. ‘Repeat?’ I say. The biscuit now reads ‘repeat’. It is acquired by the Smithsonian for a heap. My first thought is ‘this sucks’. I assume government is hell for backenders. J- frontends our relationship. To this day they accept all deliveries and post to the communities on behalf of the fam. I don’t even upvote. I know how it’s weighted. Don’t misunderstand: I neg any troll that posts there’s no point upvoting. The point is clear and necessary: it feels good. The real fact is that by the time you thumb your yay or boo, your deep want is already logged.

We gotta go to DC and we’re pissed.

What can you do? You have to go where the servers are. Citizens who post that Congress should convene on the cloud don’t understand tech. Period. Temporary inconvenience is the price…