The orange cat has always lived in the future

[the orange cat text infra is incomplete and perhaps inclines toward an account vaster and more significant than my desire and my faculties are capable of enclosing to my own satisfaction; we have decided to post the yearning embrace that may not be quite exactly, on the principle that it discloses secret and obscure matters we brooded over for years of childhood. years wherein we discovered a sovereign space, an orb of our own: our consciousness and immediate, undeniable senses. 

Those were the last years of the cold war, hot as hell and horny on main to let those missiles fly and rain lasery hellfire from the strategic defense initiative satellites. churchy america kept mouthing the words that they feared God, the true Master of the Universe, but He-Man was a deadly terror to these people. They did not understand a world where they could declare their faith only to find defiance in every department store, a sexy body builder with a blasphemous challenge, and this was a world of madness, an America assaulted from the inside. No Communist or infidel could challenge our sacred weapons, and so Christians embraced the strategic concession that, for all practical purposes, Satan ruled the world, the devil was everywhere, his tricks and lies were everywhere, his attacks could reach anyone and were dissolving everything good and pure in the world.

Begone. Scat.

The orange cat is here to fly a spaceship and savor the irony of machines he did not make and does not understand. the orange cat knows he lives in the future, and has always lived in the future, knows he lives now, when every dead ancestor and enemy strived and labored and dreamed of plenty and pleasure, for my kittens if not yours, all factions merged in death and their scrambling desires push the future forward, forward, into new death and new pain, yes, but into comfort and knowledge, ease and power beyond the understanding of the past. The orange cat lives in the future, surrounded by machines that reflect his desires and focus the possibilities he recognizes into this button and that servo; the machines are not his self and exteriorized flesh alone, for he rides in the desires and planning and thickskulled dimwittery of the foolish dead. They have hidden the button he wants, but he is the future, and will find the answer before him. There: BLIT. Ain't the future somethin'?


[[third of back to back drafts; we may post em too, and side by side sift out the shape of what does not satisfy. 

Without tedious localization and detail, you must know that the orange cat of futurity was a momentous figure, a before and after moment where a cartoon i liked became a landmark to see past, future, the shifting ground beneath us and the bubble of motionless present we roll around in all together: the hamster ball that holds us all, all but the dead, and those yet to exist. The orange cat did not get these results through any inconvenience or exertion; it was the ordinary orange cat of our expectations, a cartoon personality with desires it cannot suppress and limits or flaws it cannot evade and yet remain the orange cat. Since the Yellow Kid and Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend, comic strip humor follows the short plots and inevitable damage when one being's irresistible needs plow into the immovable flaws of another character. We see it coming, we delight in possessing complete knowledge of a self, possession impossible in the ocean without shore that is our own being, the obscure approach and maneuver that is all we may see of our fellow primates, and whose interior waters move on schedules beyond attending.

The tight causal loop of these energies collide with the rest of the finite cast, all motors of resistless needs and unrelenting limits, or run aground upon the events and routines of the apparently familiar world, the world that pours diner coffee and accepts your parcels to Abu Dhabi without question. 

Humor is the power produced in the literate human being who makes the whole thing run: Childe Reader knows how the orange cat works, shines attention on the page that jolts inert circuits into operation: their total commitment to eat the pasta, eat the fern, and resent for all time the fool who makes , where our sympathy for a friend beyond help humor our way to accept and integrate the absurd... ][needs another pass]]

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another take: 1 Dec 2022, salvaged alt text on an x.com image:

.oO( AIN'T THE FUTURE SOMETHIN'? ) 
Orangecat, the signifier of Durchschnittmenschheit: 
we are all cozy Orangecat, or can be Orangecat, there in the spaceship cockpit, signifier of our habit of remaking the world.
Orangecat, clad purple jumpsuit, signifier of futurity: it has always been the future.
Orangecat smiles and pushes button, BLIT