The Right Column

"You will do

what the redictiphone says."

Don't admit to doing any wrong.

Off and on, on and off. There were giant floods two years ago. Giant floods before that. My neighbors had to have their houses pumped out two years ago! Floods and rain. Cold Snow and Wind. It never ends. And beaches washed over by the giant surge where cities would be if that didn't happen so much.

to those who want to blame you, say and do no harm. Admit to nothing. Baring life and limb, baring people you can trust. But when you talk to the stairs (because that is that it is, those stairs that are washed aside, indestructible, perhaps, but leading to no where.) when you talk to the stairs, tell it nothing. The ill-built mansion of grift will wash away in the rage of the sea. Tell nothing (not a thing) to the stairs.

We are living in a shot-gun world where the most dangerous kind of weapon has no armor at all. It isn't even a phyisical thing. We have these hypno-bobbles who do what the redictiphone says. They think that they hear the voice of the consensus. Did they never learn that the term 'consensus' is always supposed to represent shared or common delusions within a limited group? Did they not learn that the truths of the trust fund school, the secret societies of the child childs of the children's childrens of the who-ever-the-were-are-dead-and-gone-now great ancestor theive conquors. All dead and gone. But we are supposed to keep bowing to them. So the story goes. It might just be a story and nothing else.

Senior elect bobble-head is just a plastic figurine. the spring isn't even made out of steel. The glue that is used to stick on to things has ripped apart, the seams on the glove compartment door as come un hinged, everything that could be ripping loose won't have time to rip loose. This jalopy of historical un important (demagouges on parade, bring them all first to the church to confess, and then to the prison yell the harpies of the upper histories looking down on bobble-princess. She's being all that she can be even as she deconstructs the world with her super-ego mind. She thinks about them and they explode. "I invented Liberal guilt." she sing-songs, that way that people do when they are unsure of themselves. Isn't it nice that the secret secrets have boughten her these little necklace for her eternity. "Now I'm sure to be so important, because I am so important. I really care about the middle class." See her in a lane of traffic thanking commuters. What is that all about.

I know, some day, when all of this is over, and the trials are done, we will all think back on this and laugh and laugh and laugh. They must be screaming an hollaring at the mrand-=wasrsh factroys and destroylation appopoplectics, (down inside a brain like hers where the servos connect to the relays). I start awake suddenly. I turn in my bed. A dream? Is it a dream? Am I no longer allowed to speak freely? I better get my gun ready because I have to staple some insulation. Better get new staples.

Wait a minute. I know that I'm still not fully awake. I don't need staples. I already have a staple gun. I don't keep any others.

After I have a shower, make my coffee, sit down with it and watch the birds out the back window, None of that from before is even real. A real senatuck doesn't have a bobble head. She doesn't rate and grade folks as to susceptibillyperillity. It's just a mistake.

Swans congregate this time of year. Here is from 2008.

 Geesh, I've flown far and away today,
       haven't I?

overlay the overlay.

I got nothing more

October 2, 2012

 



  When we built this institute
     he tells the interviewer
   we wanted to make it so it
     couldn't ever be torn down
 we'd planned it all, it would be
    an indestructible staircase of
      jurisprudence and
     make sure that we always and
        perpetually get our way.

       like the sun always rises just for us.
        And our children can, and will,
  for million billion generations
    climb
      those
      indescrutible stairs
   to the higher heavens of being themselves.

       What has come of the house?
 taken low and out and into the bay?
     What has happened to the Ford?
    have all of motor vehicles washed away?
     And we salvage them
     if we look for them
      washed up far
      inside
         the bay?