The mind can imagine all that which we have seen and known of, and this is an honest leap of imagination into what could well be. And I will lead us from point of fact and logic to a point of projected logic: we know that if you keyboard certain words, such as democracy, or Tibet, that a certain tracking system may have been kicked into place, to attach itself as a bug to your system, and follow you wherever you may go.

If you get to be a guest aboard a modern marvel of technology, as I have been, you could imagine a vast area of corridors, small and large rooms, many filled with blinking lights. As long as the cameras and questions have been left back in your automobile, you are welcome to a very friendly tour with a young noble lad you would be proud to have in your family, tour you around. But you do get a wave of a finger if you ask if this has nuclear power capacity aboard.

When I did that, I was moved to the back of the tour, and felt careful, and just nodded. But this is now the most magnificent aircraft carrier in the world, now that it's brother the JFK the men revently referred to as Big John, was towed to retirement to Philadelphia. Thank you, also, Big John, twice over, for all you have done for America, and very much also, the world.

But I do suspect that under the Forbidden Palace, or the usually empty Tianamen Square, there is the equivalent of their shallow version of democratic reform in the name of an Abraham Lincoln sized area as on the real ship, or on Star treck: that is, a vast sea of blinking lights as all those calls must be monitored. This would be better than the twilight Disneyland Light Parade, Chairman Now. No cameras, no questions, just a quiet walk by; place a gang way and we can just marvel of how the greatest civilization ever can track a billion phone bees, as they buzz around perfection each day. Watch that coal dust, do not intake air, only exhale. Emperor has decided. Ah so.

But that underground, tour, Chairman Now, I just can't wait. Seattle has a great tour, you see all the old potties and hear the stories. Can you see the potential? We don't need to know that some of those entertaining lights are causing some angry hall monitor now in the army to run down some hall somewhere with this obvious proof of bad thoughts from their old enemy. Batons on saffron on skulls not one these screens, no sir.

Rather, more like these coming Olympics, all lights and sparkle, but all know there is more lights sparkling than meets the eye. Big Panda, we know it will be the greatest show on earth. I would be ever more open, and well, democratic, if we also got to go down into the bunker and watch you watch them, and us. Oops, my phone is ringing- oh, I see me, way over their on your screen. Who is it from? Tibet? Should I answer? No?

All right, we will let it ring awhile. There, it has gone dead. The line, that is. Surely not the caller.