diary entry, morning of day 608 of the revolution.  attendance today at the senior staff meeting in the racing union command bunker was sparse.  something is going on but i'm not sure what it is.  security is high, tensions are higher. 

we did our normal daily devotion to dear leader but people seemed to be watching each other very carefully.  the whole blog thing is producing way too much drama.  no one knows who exactly is in la societe, and the mystery is causing tension.  but it's secondary to the stones it takes to defy the party leadership to their face.  it's not clear if they really care all that much about capitialization or are just trying to give some senior functionary in the ministry of communicaitons a black eye.  i mean wtf, who gets that wound up, or is willing to risk their life, over a point of grammar???!!!  sort of ridiculous.

and then, right after our morning devotion, this new thing pops up.  some post about a breakaway liberation front.  half the guys think this is some pimply teenager in his mom's basement who has somehow hacked the website.  the other half aren't talking.  whatever it is, it's effective because people are freaked out. 

i don't care to write, or even frankly to remember, what was done to the people who maintain the web site.  that was horrific.  dear leader seems to have outdone himself in terms of setting an example.  everyone is on pins and needles and there's an uncomfortably weird vibe.  security is super high but a bunch of staff are missing.  i've duplicated my diary and stashed it under some papers in the main safe for our department.  i may not be able to write for a day or so.  we've got a late morning meeting to discuss strategy.  gotta get a few odds and ends done because it looks like they might lock down the command bunker for an extended period.