I stopped at a bar in Beltsville before last night's game to have a beer and work on the above. The bar was almost empty, I found a quiet corner, but ten minutes later four electrical contractors from somewhere other than here came in and took up chairs near me at the bar. What you, a scientist or something, one asked, looking at my pens, my writing. Just doodling, I said. They watched for another minute or two then lost interest.
Obama's a socialist, don't you know. Goddamn Democrats are socialists, don't you know. John Boehner and Mitch McConnell and nine-tenths of the Republicans are traitors and pussies, don't you know. Country's going to hell, don't you know. This isn't to slam them - their mythology is no more or less stupid than mine. Why the fuck isn't the draft beer cold, one asked. Good question.
Species of motherfucking red ants - it's only our survival instinct that keeps us from killing each other. Here's the root of my rube: what if society is, at any given moment, as good, by whatever definition of good you choose, as this species is capable? We've been indoctrinated to consider that question taboo.
- Bankster puppet.
- Banksters.
- Determined to disembowel.
- Wall Street's euthanasia of industry.
- Murdoch and the destruction of the Left.
- No.
- American tool insufficiently pro-American.
- Standard Warren disclaimer aside, Obamadick's a motherfucker.
- Propaganda.
- On the above.
- Serendipitously, found this the day after posting the original.
- The five-albums test.
- Black Country.
- Hey Moon.
PROCLAMATION
Stuart Dischell
The governor will give
Homeless people sleeping bags,
Let them stay the night
On windswept porticos
Outside his buildings
Instead of your doorstep.
I am talking to myself
With empty rooms
I cannot bear to live in.
