Note: It’s been a long while since I posted. Obvious reasons include massive amounts of work, and, well, really, what do these articles, amassed, do to forward a revolution against the United States of Israel, the Empire of Entropy, the Star Chambers and warped men and women in Brooks Brothers outfits? Really.
The announcement by the Obama administration that it will seek congressional authorization to expand the war on ISIS in Syria and possibly send more heavy weapons to its client government in Ukraine did not generate the kind of muscular opposition and sense of urgency that one would expect from the anti-interventionist liberals and significant sectors of what use to be the anti-imperialist and anti-war left.
It would be in a place you’d recognize immediately: just another dark, clean, church basement, in an old church near a bus stop. With fluorescent lighting and folding chairs. Cool and quiet inside, with a reassuring, but somehow melancholy feel. Only the ones who’ve dropped out of the light, become invisible to the rest of the fast-moving, forward-racing world, would go there. The losers, the ones who’ve fallen in the race and sit on the sidelines as the others speed on out of sight, holding their sides and gasping, baffled and exhausted and sad.
The city of Chicago was founded by a black man. But you knew that already, right?
When tired, breathe, be thankful, smile, and recover with the swiftness of grace-inspired divine light and energy – that was the original title on this free-flowing, existential, apocalyptic, prose-fusion piece, but it’s a new year, so out with the old, and in with the…
What’s the frequency level? What schematic vibration are you operating from? High or low? Middle ground? Flighty or dense? Kittenish or fierce? Extreme points of reference coalesce and burn at the edges. Houston, we have a disruptive problem arising in the form of allegorical metaphors running amok across the pages of literary diarrhea which are passed off as being purely ingenious, quizzical, fantastical and kaleidoscopic in their wide array of viewpoints from which to peek at the dirty little secrets kept tucked beneath the covers and the ugly old agendas swept under the rugs.
Tai Chi, Thai Stick: Hash and Cheese to Go (hold the Mule)
Where do They (you know: Them) get such chutzpah? You can’t buy that kind of chutzpah. Not even Amazon sells that kind of chutzpah…
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“So simple, even an American can do it…” (a running joke throughout)
And coming soon:
The Droned Stranger and his Double-agent Injun’ companion, Running Joke
an fer da inllectshulls:
Be thankful for your family.
Be thankful for your friends.
Be thankful for your tribe.
Be thankful for your community.
Be thankful for every nightfall.
Be thankful for every sunrise.
Be thankful for every heavy cloud.
Be thankful for every clear sky.
Be thankful for the young innocence.
Be thankful for the aged wisdom.
Be thankful for the pure air we breathe.
Be thankful for the clean water of the Tao River.
Be thankful for the flow of the process through which life ebbs.
