SCREAMIN' DEACON

EYES THAT SCREAM

   Begin with a highly functioning, multi tasking adrenaline junkie and retire him. In that is an opportunity to create a "vacuuming zealot."
    In earlier times one might say he is afflicted with a "work ethic," a need to fill time with productive effort. In this case turning into a dirt warrior, a "vacuuming zealot." 
    Such a zealot is apt to find personality in the attachments employed in what is nothing less than a wholesale war on dirt, dust, pollen and that unidentified sifting, cosmic "pre-nano matter." So serious is the zealot he employs  what is called "The Animal." 
    One of the weapon systems on the Animal is the "Screamin' Deacon."  The Deacon is the business end of an attachment that moves the eradication work from the Animal's battle wagon ground game to a mobile and remote light infantry strike.
    Behold the array that gives the Animal a robot cat look.

   Here's the battle zone. 15 steps.

   Each of the 15 platforms has two faces. It's a highly trafficked area and requires a warrior like the Screamin' Deacon in a series of strokes applied on two planes.

Tough bristles as eyelashes. Well honed eyeballs, strongly mounted. 

  When it is engaged, it screams in a mechanical wail that may frighten the demon dirt before it grabs and brushes it out in a jet speed whirl backed by a major vacuum action. 
  The eyes of the Screamin' Deacon are those of a true zealot machine in high speed pursuit.

LABOR

   And so, hats off to all of you.  Whether still laboring in profession, career, job or school or a graduate of the work-a-day world now filling days in other pursuits, here's to you! Effort, industry, creativity, volunteering, recovering, healing, dreaming, mentoring or even cleaning your house is a noble human gesture. That's my philosophy and I'm sticking with it.  Cheers.

   PS-keep your fingers well away from the Screamin' Deacon!

    See you down the trail.