Yeah, you might all be singing the tune of a New Colony Order, proclaiming Daniel Graystone as your new savior. The man who will save our kids from the moral apocalypse by throwing Holoband profits into a charity that will encourage youngsters to develop "real values," whatever that means, on all counts.
I'm telling you, I don't buy it. Not one bit.
Hey, if Graystone wants to throw away all the profits he makes from the Holoband and V-World licensing, that's swell. Holobands only account for about, oh, 60% of Graystone Industries' profit revenue. Who needs it, really? Graystone may be something of a changed man - perhaps with certain new outlooks on life - after the death of his daughter and the discovery that she was involved with the MAGLEV tragedy. But he's not going to throw away more than half his meal ticket just because his kid played too many video games. He's a Businessman, first and foremost. You don't get to be Caprica's greatest rags-to-riches story by being anything else.
The whole thing stinks to high heaven.
Hey, the Global Defense raided the Graystone household last week, did you know that? What were they looking for? Evidence that Zoe Graystone was involved with the bombing? What other evidence do you need other than her mom going on television and announcing to the Twelve Colonies that Her Daughter Was A Terrorist? Or is there more to the story? Are there complications and convolutions? Was Zoe Graystone into more than just monotheistic extremists? Or, was Zoe not the only Graystone up to no good?
OK, I'll just come out and say it: Does Daniel Graystone have financial ties to the STO?
And, if not, what sort of brand new Product, some brilliant new Invention, does he have in the pipeline that will fill the void of sixty godsdamn per cent of his profit revenue?
If any of you run into Daniel Graystone on the street, see if you can take a gander up his sleeve. Something's there. And it stinks.
People, I understand that it's important to remember our loved ones who died in the senseless tragedy that was the MAGLEV bombing. I understand that we often like to honor them with trinkets and flowers and all that. But what started out as a rather moving tribute has now become an eyesore. In other words, it's time to get all that crap off the sidewalk.
The sight of all the dead flowers, crumpled cards and random items of memorabilia is bad enough, but what's worse is what they represent: Our inability to let go and move on, at least outside the privacy of our own homes.
How long are we going to let the STO or whoever blew up that train gloat and smirk over our collective grief? You know we empower these frakkin' jerkoffs by turning the area into a gift shop that looks like it vomited all over itself. We show them that we're certainly not healing because we're too busy remembering.
Pray for your loved ones. Damn straight, every day. Hold them in your hearts. But let's clean up the sidewalk and show these terrorists that Caprica will press on no matter what kind of horrible crap gets thrown at us.
Hey, yeah, it's something, but it's still a disgrace.
I'd like to send out a half-assed "Congratulations" to the Caprican Department of Public Works, the Department of Community Relations, the Department of Roads and Bridges, the Department of Transportation and the dozens of other departments that I'm sure are involved with this continuing fiasco for actually managing to open not one but two MAGLEV stations that were, shall we say, "affected" by the STO bombing a few months ago.
Wow, guys. Two whole stations! Out of seven! Yeah, the street and sidewalk below is still a frakkin' mess, but at least people can actually get to that mess - or a part of it, anyway - via MAGLEV train now. After about what seems like a hundred months after the incident. Yeah!
For the love of the gods, I'm talking about accountability here, people. I'm talking about Caprican pride. The longer the MAGLEV line and the streets below lie in ruins, the more powerful a message of complacency and apathy we're giving to the other Colonies. Yeah, come one, come all, come and blow us up, we don't care! Eventually, oh, corrosion or something will clean up the mess.
I don't care where the "funding" comes from, pass around a frakkin' hat. But get the money, and get it fixed, and get it cleaned up. Now. Or else the rest of the Colonies will shake their heads and sigh and wonder why we're asleep all the godsdamn time.
Except this is Daniel Graystone we're talking about. And Daniel Graystone has never thrown in the towel on anything in his life.
Let everyone else say, "Oh, the poor man." Yes. Suddenly, he's no longer the man that spawned a teenage terrorist. Now that his mentally unstable terror mom wife took a swan dive off a bridge and his company has been swallowed up by his number-one rival, any and all "sins" of the past have been forgiven.
"Oh, the poor man."
I say nuts. I say what a frakkin' load of crap. I say... just what is he planning, hmm? What is he scheming, up there in his lonely castle?
The poor, sad, lonely man.
The rich, sad, lonely man, people.
The rich genius, with every possible resource at his fingertips to make his every desire and whim come true. You think he's up there just, what, grieving? No. This is Daniel Graystone. He can pay someone else to do the majority of his grieving so all he has to do is grieve just a little. And therefore spend the rest of his time doing....
That's the question.
But it's something, dear readers. He's not just crying himself to sleep. He's not just going through a couple of bottles of whatever poison a day, not taking showers, not shaving, all that stuff.
No. Daniel Graystone has a plan. This guy loses his daughter, his wife, his company, his frakkin' Pyramid team... you think he's going to just let that lie? With all his pride, with all his wealth, with all his stinkin' genius?
The man has a plan. Count on it. What is it? I don't know. But I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough.
Why was there a military roadblock in the first place when a Graystone Industries truck collided with it?
Am I the only person who wants to know the answer to that question? Or even thought to ask it?
Yeah, a Graystone Industries truck blew up to hell and gone recently when it collided with a military roadblock. I'm sure it was a hell of a thing, straight out of a TV show - a runaway truck goes full speed into glorious destruction, exploding into a thousand frakkin' fireballs when it collided with a bunch of tanks.
But why was there a MILITARY roadblock? What the hell was in that truck that made a bunch of frakkin' soldiers scurry about in the middle of the night with tanks and bazookas and stop it from ever reaching wherever the hell it was going?
We're never going to know. You know why? Because it's classified. And because Daniel Graystone - beautiful, brilliant, morally BANKRUPT Daniel Graystone - is now too drunk or too depressed or too whatever to talk about it.
Vergis sure as hell doesn't give a damn - that was before his regime, and he's now too busy making toy soldiers.
I don't know about you folks, but a Graystone Industries truck colliding with a bunch of damn tanks...I got a feeling in my gut that this little PR embarrassment is just the beginning of something much, much bigger.
And something much, much more horrible.