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Senator Smarmy

The Airport Ride

Aidone gazed in adoration at Senator Smarmy. Aidone enjoyed being Senator Smarmy’s top assistant. She always made arrangements for the Senator’s sticky situations to be handled. Then Aidone voyeuristically enjoyed watching the Senator exchange both handshakes and blows with the public, press, and private individuals over any job at hand. Right now Aidone enjoyed watching Senator Smarmy handle health care negotiations. This view exceptionally excited Aidone.

They were all on the way to the airport for a flight home for the Christmas Holidays. Pent up energy existed from negotiations. Senator Smarmy sought a climax to her bargaining to provide relief for all.

Aidone loved the Senator’s tanned Raquel Welch body and alternating personality styles of Vivian Rutledge and Alexis Colby combined with the poisonous venom of Hera. Now…Now she loved the Senator’s Nailin Paylin mindset.

Jilloff also rode in the vehicle. Jilloff had a finger ready on Senator Smarmy’s alarm button in case the situation warranted such action. Jilloff lifted her head asking “Senator, when did you decide to put out your vote for health care?”

Senator Smarmy replied “Jillof, my dear, you are so new here, aren’t you? You must realize that this legislative situation is like all other legislative situations. This health care legislation is like all other legislation because when the votes are close to being there the Executive Branch will stop at nothing to get something passed. It is only a matter of final negotiations because even though the vote will be tight the votes are there. The last few votes just need to be bought.” Senator Smarmy smiled at Jilloff. “Always remember, Jilloff, that my piece costs a lot.”

Senator Smarmy continued “So those who don’t put out until the very end get whatever they want to secure those last votes to pass the health care legislation. The health care legislation votes are there and nothing can stop it from being passed. So the smart ones don’t put out until everyone else has gotten whatever they want because the tail end is where the big dog likes to wag his tail.”

Senator Smarmy ran her hands through Jilloff’s hair. “When the Congressional floor play is over then there are the entries made behind the green door. You want the big dog to give you a bone to lick. Then, after you lick that bone, BANG! Oh, there’s a shocker! It is time to change positions.” The Senator adjusted her position. “Changing positions has nothing to do with right or wrong or what is best for the country. It is all about taking it out in trade. It is all about satisfying the needs of the Big O. Don’t buck the slobbering donkey; bite the pillow instead. Eventually the ATM machine issues pearls from the swine and you know you have made it.”

Jilloff smiled and finished clicking the mouse on Senator Smarmy’s computer. “You have cut friends all over the Capital!” she exclaimed.

Senator Smarmy pointed. “That’s what my box contains. All the cut from my friends!”

A phone rang. Senator Smarmy pressed BlackBarry to her cheek. “Smilfme here” she said with a smile.

“Why Mr. President that is very big of you! Mr. Speaker that is also very large of you. Those should fill all holes necessary to get my vote.” Senator Smarmy enjoyed ecstasy. The Senator got the big deal in the back of the limo. Smilfme squeezed tight and dreamily looked off saying “Nothing can stop the healthcare legislation now. The fix is in.”

Jilloff began convulsing and coughing blood up. She fell to the floor of the limo; her body twitching in spasms. Senator Smarmy took charge of the situation stating “Aidone, call the limo driver and have the vehicle re-routed to the nearest emergency room.” Aidone gladly complied.

In a flash the limo arrived at Washington DC General Hospital. The driver parked the vehicle in front of the Emergency Room doors. A series of ambulances were in the process of arriving. Inside the ambulances rode lead poisoning recipients seeping blood from their holes.

Aidone proudly strode into the emergency room reception area past the line of citizens waiting to be enrolled for treatment and walked to the desk. “Nurse, Desk Person or whatever your title is” Aidone said “We have a medical emergency with one of Senator Smarmy’s aids. Get your top ER staff out to the limo ASAP and see to the Senator’s needs!”

The Receptionist said “Ma’am, I’m afraid we have a line of other people here…”

Aidone cut him off “HEY! You didn’t hear me! This is a medical emergency for US Senator Smarmy. There is a person choking to death in the limo out front! This is a life waiting to be saved!”

The people waiting were not thrilled with this new set of circumstances. They all looked at each other incredulously. One man started to talk. “Hey lady…” he started.

Aidone would have none of it. She had been well trained. “Everyone please excuse the inconvenience but this is a Congressional issue and that means it supersedes all else that is going on here. You will all get your turn but” Aidone turned to the Receptionist “If you value your job and you don’t want to be the cause of a Congressional Committee coming down on this hospital then you better get your fanny in gear and get the Senator’s staff member treated! The Senator’s office will hold you personally responsible if she dies due to your inaction!” Job well done, Aidone turned and proudly strode off to report to Senator Smarmy.

A police officer involved with transporting the top shottas to the hospital heard the ruckus. He looked at the hospital security person in the ER. They both shook their heads. What could they do?

They approached Senator Smarmy and Aidone. “Senator” the police officer asked “May we have a word with you?” He nodded to a doorway to the inner halls of the hospital. “In private, please?”

“Of course, Officer” Senator Smarmy said. “Adione, you stay and take care of Jilloff and I will see what these officers have in mind.” The three of them walked to a hallway simultaneously filled with activity and anonymity. Smilfme posed against a wall and said “I always like men in a uniform. How may I help you?”

“Senator” the security guard said “Please, look. No one working here wants any trouble. But if you look around us you can see it’s like the Saturday before Christmas at the mall here right now. There’s a lot of bodies moving around here right now in bad shape.”

Senator Smarmy would have none of it. “Is this what you bothered me about? You’re worried about equal treatment for these shot up gang bangers here who probably don’t have a job or pay taxes.” Senator Smarmy snorted. “I have a sick staff member to take care of!” Senator Smarmy turned to go.

“Senator” the police officer said. Senator Smarmy stopped, rolled her eyes, and then turned to face the police officer with a look of don’t waste my time. “Senator, please help me out here. Help me understand something. See, you’re on the inside of things in the Capitol where as me, me why I’m just a lowly nobody. I’m kinda stupid and there’s something I just can’t quite understand here. See let’s assume these guys here all shot up didn’t have health insurance.”

Senator Smarmy shrugged her shoulders and said “So?”

The officer continued. “Yeah, well the thing that bugs me is this, and I can’t figure it out. See, we go ahead and pass this massive health care overhaul that’s out there and these guys all get shot up again. And then what happens? They’re back here in the emergency room getting treated. And then, just like before, they go somewhere and get hooked up with colostomy bags or orthopedics or whatever they need.”

“So?” Senator Smarmy asked.

“So” the security guard interjected. “What’s the difference? I mean, they got shot up and they got treated before any insurance overhaul and then after any insurance overhaul not a damn thing has changed for their treatment!”

“Insurance companies now will pay the bill” Senator Smarmy said. “That’s the difference!”

“So who pays who is the only thing that changes for these guys” the police officer said. “It’s just who pays for it that changes. Well, Senator, please let me ask you one other thing.”

Senator Smarmy curtly snapped “What?”

“Senator” the uniform asked “Is there any difference between me being a cop in the USA and someone being the military? I mean, in both cases, no matter what we do every day the police and fire fighters can be asked any day to put their lives on the line. Some of us work tough gang turf and some have cushy jobs in low crime cities…but some military jobs are cushy and some are in harms way, you know.”

“Yes” Senator Smarmy answered. “I see your point. Now I must go.” The Senator started off.

“Well, wait” the Officer said. “My question is this: how come when the various unions that were in the White House getting cut out of paying taxes in the health care proposal…how come the military and police and firemen weren’t given prime status for exemption? I mean, if anyone is going to be exempted from paying the tax shouldn’t the protectors of society be first in line for exemption and not just campaign contributors?”

“Everything being done is all legal!” Senator Smarmy snapped. “You just need to have faith in us!”

The officer shook his head and said “You know that’s the thing about politicians. There was a time when slavery and later segregation were legal and now they are illegal. But whether slavery or segregation are legal or illegal by God they never were right! All you politicians think that people like me can’t see through the BS and know what actions being taken are or are not right.”

The officer pointed across the hall to where a group of doctors were working on a patient. He continued angrily. “Senator, that’s my partner in there and he’s dying right now because some illegal immigrants shot him up. And maybe he will live tonight and maybe he will die tonight but while nothing will change about how these gang bangers are treated with the health care legislation one thing that will change is that saps like us will now be paying more to the Fed’s to fund this nothing change, this paperwork change, while you and your buddies get away without having to pay for any of it! And you tell me that it is the right thing to do that your Union buddies shouldn’t pay a fair share! And then you wonder why the common people like me who work hard every day to get by and have a retirement are angry when we see both political parties doing these things that just aren’t right!” The officer spat on the hallway wall beside Senator Smarmy and walked away. The Security Guard followed.

Senator Smarmy phoned Aidone to call her to appear. Aidone gladly obliged. Senator Smarmy pointed to the spittle on the wall. “I want DNA testing done on that spit to prove it was that officer that spit at me and I want you to contact the AG’s office to get him prosecuted for assault and to have him busted in rank!” Aidone nodded and went to work. Senator Smarmy started walking away but stopped at a doorway. “And get someone to get IRS info on that bastard! I want his fanny pushing up daisies before his partner takes his last breath!”

Senator Smarmy strode through the doorway in an attempt to see if she could find the room where Jilloff was being attended to. In the room she entered Senator Smarmy found Doctor Ama standing over a patient. The patient laid spread eagle on a table; the doctor stood between the patients legs while reaching up and pumping the patient’s chest. Nurses worked around the body but they decided the patient had passed the point of no return. The unpleasant emotional feeling of having failed to keep a younger body alive permeated the mien of the physician and attendees as they turned to walked away.

Senator Smarmy asked doctor Ama “What happened here?”

Doctor Ama replied “This woman used her uncommon sense to have sex while having a tampon inserted. Somehow through other complications she went into cardiac arrest while we were trying to help her and she expired.”

“Well that’s a relief” Senator Smarmy said. “It liked like some intercorpse going on. I guess she would rather have redwings than chicken wings!? Anyway, I doubt angel wings are in her future. No one stupid enough to leave a tampon inside while doing it could possibly be let into heaven!”

Doctor Ama was stunned. “Who are you?” he asked. “And what are you doing here?”

“I am Senator Smarmy” she replied. “As Senator I am here looking for the room where my aide is being treated. I designate you to find that room for me.”

The nurses moved the decedent to a gurney. Doctor Ama told the staff “I’ll satisfy The Senator; you go help out elsewhere. It’s not like we have a shortage of patients today.” Doctor Ama took charge of wheeling the gurney out of the room. He nodded to the Senator “Come with me, Senator.”

The Senator said “Call me Smilfme. I like men in uniforms!”

Senator Smarmy followed along as the Doctor led them to the morgue area to deposit the body. Senator Smarmy philosophized to the physician “I wonder if Bill Clinton would consider that as having had sex if the woman kept a tampon inside of her? I mean they truly would have been doing the nasty nasty so does that qualify as sex?”

“You really haven’t spent time in an ER, have you?” Doctor Ama asked. “Despite what Congress may think the ER is not all visits for colds or bunions. There are a lot of really stupid people tricks that people do that require medical attention.”

“That’s why they need full health insurance coverage!” Senator Smarmy snapped. They arrived at the morgue area and entered the room. Senator Smarmy continued. “In fact, I want this lady’s death certificate to read that she died from a lack of health care for that is what truly killed her.

Doctor Ama waved his arm to the variety of corpses laid out on tables. “And these…?”

Senator Smarmy said “We need to look at their death certificates. What do they currently say?”

Doctor Ama led the Senator on a tour of the bodies reading off the initial death diagnosis. “These here died of gunshot wounds. These were from HIV. These were from a car accident. These are unknown. This one…” Doctor Ama stopped to read the death cert “This one is the son of a Senator!” Doctor Ama smiled at Senator Smarmy and continued. “He died from an overdose. An overdose of being a PG rated kid in an X rated society because surely it was the X rated society that caused the drug overdose instead of poor parenting.” Doctor Ama continued. “These were from heart disease. These were from natural causes…”

“STOP! Right there!” Senator Smarmy said. “All of these death certificates need to be rewritten. None of these people died from anything except a lack of health care insurance. Aren’t you aware of the study? Forty Thousand people die every year in the USA from a lack of health insurance. This inherently means that there must be death cert’s that support the argument for we all know that the argument is more important than the facts. We fit the facts to support the argument!”

Doctor Ama laughed. “I know. It’s so funny, isn’t it? One million abortions or early terminations of pregnancies or whatever you call them occur every year in the USA, people live longer than they ever have in the USA, and some boob gets up in Congress and makes a big deal about people who supposedly would not have died if they had health insurance. It wasn’t a stupid people trick or a cause of nature that killed the body; it was not having health insurance! The bill is supposed to be about health care but I find it hard to believe that one million women having abortions annually is good for both the women and the child. It’s not about the term health care as much as who pays for all the pills and services we dispense.”

The doctor continued “America has sent generations to war. All those soldiers grew up and faced death without being raised on Ritalin and other drugs. They became men and women but they were probably children no different than children are today. But somehow America has become convinced that these children all need to be taught that there is something inherently wrong with them. They all need pills that of course have no long term effects on the body. If the ads and the studies and the doctors say it is so then it is ok!”

Her Smilfme mind said “I like the way you think! And speaking of pharmaceuticals as long as I am here…”

Senator Smarmy thought a second. “Actually, I guess I need to find Jilloff or I’ll never be home for Christmas. You start changing the death certificates to no insurance. Well, make the OD a case of death by global warming. I’m sure there was a lot of hot air and smoke blown in his face. And that will add to the global warming death toll!” Senator Smarmy paused a second in reflection before continuing. “Now, let’s find my aide.”

They found Jilloff in an observation room. Jilloff lay on a table continuing convulsions and blood spitting. Doctor Cratic worked on her body. “What’s wrong with Jilloff?” the Senator asked.

“It appears that Jilloff tasted some form of poison” Doctor Cratic offered.

Senator Smarmy sniffed uppity while looking at the noisy Jilloff in dismay. “One Senator’s taste is another person’s poison” she said with disgust. The Senator took a position over Jilloff and moved to quiet her.

Jilloff died from asphyxiation. Local warming from the carbon sink release caused a series of volcanic spasms. Smilfme felt it to be an incredible experience. Wild eyed Smilfme looked at the doctors and smiled. “My heart is racing and I am short on breath; come perform CPR on me.”

Aidone entered the room a short time later and found the doctors providing DPR to Smilfme. “Is there anything I can do?” Aidone asked.

“Oh God, yes!” Smilfme exclaimed. “Book another flight and buy enough booze for the whole flight. Plus I need a new limo arrangement to get home. Submit all charges for Federal reimbursement. Also, call Maid and tell her my new arrival time. Tell her I want champagne and a Pink Lady ready for me as well as my top shelf fishing whites laid out. You stay here and deal with Jilloff. Buy flowers, make arrangements, write a eulogy speech about human rights. Have a candle lighting ceremony but most of all… get me a new Jilloff!”

The Mile High Club

Senator Smarmy settled in for the flight. She found herself flying with Arrgh Ument, Hip Pop Crissy and Athena. They were enjoying the blockbuster film on the flight of National Pleasure.

Smilfme threw down a drink and signaled for another as well as for a round for her travelling companions. Her Smilfme mind smiled at Arrgh saying “What a great movie! Don’t you marvel at all the scenery and the chasing? Aren’t all those treasures and big guns so wonderful? Can’t you just imagine plundering that booty?”

“For my sake” Arrgh Ument said “can’t we see something other than simple fantasy? Something that challenges my mind?”

“Like what?” Senator Smarmy asked.

Hip Pop Crissy chimed in. “You mean like stories that deal with American Society today?” Hip Pop Crissy thought. “Maybe a story about race relations in the USA centered around a criminal mayor of Detroit?”

“Exactly” Arrgh said. “We could have a biracial mayor whose skin color is white who ascended to power through crime and now he faces corruption charges so he acts like all politicians do when in trouble. They find something to deflect criticism elsewhere. This mayor will champion slave reparations. He starts the African American Coalition on Reparations Now, AACORN, to promote the cause. They have marketing campaigns planned out with slogans like “Be an OctoMom today!” because eight kids before a reparation payment are worth a heck of a lot more than after a payout. Of course, they would be prepared to sell “Genuine Slave Semen!” to women of all racial backgrounds so that they can be inseminated to properly get paid. And, of course, AACORN will get the government contract to certify DNA for payout. But the whole plan is actually a scam by the mayor and cronies to be money managers of all the billions or trillions paid out by such a plan.”

Hip Hop Crissy said “But that would advocate hypocrisy as the rationale of the reparation argument. That would indicate that the whole scheme is nothing more than a mass money grab by those who seek power and money under the guise of social good!”

“Absolutely!” Arrgh said. “We are now twenty years removed from NWA and at least one nigger has lost his attitude; he’s selling soda pop on TV! The title of the book can be used to symbolize how far American society has come since 1959; instead of Black Like Me the title shall be Nigger Like Me!

Athena said “How about a story of what will be the fifty first state in the Union? The novel can center around various global political leaders and the various US government departments and can point out the fact that the malaise of both the Democrat and Republican parties lies in the lack of a vision for America for the future. Capitalism requires constant expansion but the US political realm has ceased expansion and has ceded expansion to the UN.”

Smilfme interjected. “You got that one wrong. You mean a book about what will become the fifty-eighth United State, don’t you?” Her eyes twinkled.

Athena continued “It’s funny that all the aged hippies see the UN as the way to achieve world peace through global taxation and lifestyle manipulation. If the United Nations has proven one thing it is that it is merely another cesspool of political corruption. Think about it. Just what is the long term plan of the United Nations? Does anyone really know? I think that what the US needs to do is to actively seek other countries to accept the US Constitution and the US way of life and that should be the goal of the political parties as well as the government. Building a better world for all of mankind through one global political system should be the goal. This is the Unmanifest Destiny of the United States.”

“You argue that the political parties have no realistic long term vision for America and isn’t that pointed out by the lack of a plan that the floated health care legislation actually is?” Arrgh asked. “I’ve read the various proposed legislations and there are some very curious aspects to the legislation. For starters, in this age of modernization and simplification, how come the language of lawyers is still so archaic? I’m not convinced that bills written in such legalese are needed any more. There are certainly better ways to construct the format of legislation than what is currently used. But the political parties exhibit no desire to change that system. The only reason to write every document in such un-extenuating legalese is to hide both truth and the devil in the details.”

Arrgh continued. “But, really, if one took the plan put forth by Congress and the Executive branch to a bank to have the plan financed as a business plan then the bank would reject it. There is no semblance of a plan; only legislation. They want to redo one sixth of the economy but the legislation floated doesn’t even have spec’d out what branches of government will do what. They’ll figure it out as they go along. Now what kind of plan is that!”

Arrgh inanely blathered away. “Now, let’s assume that one wanted to provide as a start dental health care to everyone in the USA. How would that be accomplished? Would each citizen get one or two teeth cleanings a year? Would teeth whitening be covered? And better yet; do you think that getting dental accomplished for everyone could be done in two years…let alone the whole health care industry?”

Senator Smarmy said “That all depends on the health care plan one purchases!”

“Yepper!” Arrgh said. “The current ideas put forth in the health care legislation are therefore not to provide dental care to everyone but to force affiliation with an insurance plan. Each unique affiliation adds layers of bureaucracy. Every layer of bureaucracy adds layers of cost and inefficiency. Any business person who is competent can see that the health care costs will skyrocket as the layers of bureaucracy are added.”

Arrgh paused. “If the government were really serious about effectively providing health care for all citizens then the government should not look to enforce health insurance for everyone but rather the government should look to enforce a system where citizens have their medical bills directly paid by the government without any insurance middlemen or marketing services costs. A true universal health care system for all would mean slowly implementing, bit by bit, a system of consistent homogenous health care for all…no matter where one lives.”

He campishly continued. “The thing about insurance is this: having insurance really doesn’t prevent one from getting sick or injured. That will always occur. Insurance is only about who will pay for it. Building an insurance system is much more costly than building a system of providing health care for people.”

Arrgh continued his misinformed perspective that was built by special interest advertisements of evil insurance companies. “How does mandating insurance help a woman without enough intelligence to remove menstrual devices when having sex? Do you think she will fill out annual forms to have credits assigned to her, or shall she be thrown in jail and fined for not getting her big brother forms in? The prison system is already releasing violent criminals out early due to a lack of prison space but now we will fill the system with health care deadbeats. The police force will also now love being tasked with arresting citizens for being health care deadbeats. Of course, twelve million illegal immigrants in the USA and the government can’t find any of them even though the AG claims that the USA is a nation of laws to be obeyed. One hundred thirty thousand immigrants were deported in 2009. At that rate it will take 95 years to deport the current illegals in the USA. Yet the police will now have better things to do like go after people who haven’t properly signed up for health care through Big Brother. Does that sound like a smart system design to you?”

Arrgh went on with his Anti-American ramblings. “Can anyone see a system designated in a three thousand page bill that has no real implementation design other than to throw money over the wall at a bunch of new departments and to tell the departments to have the system up and running in two years as anything but a recipe for fraud and disaster?”

Athena chimed in. “That would be a great novel! An exploration of how Americans have their lives ruined and are thrown in jail due to a lack of following health care legislation while the illegal immigrants in the neighborhood thrive. That can be paralleled to the empty spots in the judicial system as well as the take our time attitude regarding political appointees. Something that seems to be forgotten by both political parties is the concept of Administration. Administration, effective administration, means accomplishing standard tasks in a timely manner with little interruption. Both political parties are guilty of malaise in effective administration to the detriment of the general public.”

Athena continued her preposterous rumination. “Another side story could be the story of the supposed Death Panels compared to prior legislation. Sure, there is no explicit line in the legislation that states Death Panels will be created. There are also no line items that specify in the civil asset forfeiture legislations to attach illegally gotten gains so that people don’t profit from crimes that police departments can seize cars and houses from parents of teenagers who get caught smoking a joint yet that is the court’s interpretation of the law. A woman accused, but not convicted, of shoplifting a twenty five dollar sweater has an eighteen thousand dollar car designed for her handicapped daughter confiscated as the “getaway” car? Is that right? Is that any more right than a Senator buying thousands of dollars of booze for a Congressional junket and all leftover booze ends up at the houses of the Senator or the staff? Isn’t that theft of government property?”

Athena rambled on with her angry mob mentality. “The point is that the medical panels created will exert incredible control over people’s lives by selective prosecution of one’s medical condition. If you are the next Joe The Plumber and you publically speak against a government figure think that not only the IRS data but also your medical data won’t become public? Imagine the smears: Don’t listen to that person; they had gonorrhea in their lifetime.

Senator Smarmy chimed in with political correctness. “Marijuana is illegal and it serves the parents and children right if their possessions are confiscated and sold. Those are bad people!”

Hip Pop Crissy chimed in “The health care story would also be contemporary and not rely on morphing to make a plot move. It’s so easy, isn’t it, to morph beings? I mean, it’s like Name That Tune except with features. I can morph that human in two seconds of cinema time! The physiology of the body is irrelevant. It’s like building Utopia where no being in Utopia ever poops or generates any garbage. It’s so easy. There is no dissension even if you are not born to royalty and everyone chooses their mate with no issue and they never fight or cheat or argue with each other…or bone someone else!”

Smilfme giggled. She smilingly looked at large Arrgh’s eye claiming “I see you!”

“That’s because” Athena said “America became the land of the The Worst and the Dumbest.

Hip Pop Crissy said “Oh! You mean the fact that the largest corporations in the world with the greatest capital to spend on human resources are also the organizations that have made the worst business decisions in the history of mankind. Think about all the high GPA students who have been hired since the Vietnam War by these institutions only to have the institutions commit fraud on a magnificent scale. The corporations test for drug use and supposedly only hire the top of the line material but it is funny how in all the massive fraud cases perpetrated on the American public that drug use is never the reason cited for the fraudulent abuse and activity. It is always greed. So while the majority of Americans just want to have peace and some recreation and possibly some vice in their meager lives the greedy ones have established a system of persecution of the little people while the ins fill their coffers.”

Arrgh offered “Were they then truly The Worst and the Dumbest? They walked away with millions and billions and left the bulk of Americans holding the bag under the guise of too big to fail. They received complicity from the political parties who view themselves as too big to fail. Look at all the bankrupt communities and states who for years did no planning for a rainy day and now have obligations to pay to people getting a free ride and now they must do whatever they can to steal wealth from the people that do work honest. They’ve all been taken to the cleaners by the greed of their stewards. So who was truly The Worst and the Dumbest? Sounds like a great novel idea.”

Athena spoke:

“Palpatine he

Wanted to be

Paulson Henry

 

Congress said nay

Thanks anyway

Now we can pay

 

Money to friends

With crooked ends

No need defends

 

Government

US money spent

Without assent

 

From the people

For the people

Political

 

Power abused

Public used

Congress accused

 

 

Of crimes against

The people whence

Lost common sense

 

Paulson Henry

Wanted to be

Palpatine he”

 

Senator Smarmy said “Charming.” Her Smilfme mind poutedly continued “You don’t know all the hard decisions that we had to make to save America with all that money.”

Athena said “Let me make sure I understand this. Every economic collapse has been accompanied by mass fraud. The collapse is the economy going through a market correction to adjust for all the artificially increased valuation that bubbled the marketplace value up.”

Athena’s jejune Common Sense continued. “In 1929 there were no accounting standards that led to fraud. In 1987 there were no program trading standards that led to fraud. In the early 2000’s there was the dot com bubble IPO fraud. In 2007 there was the fraud associated with subprime lending and further bond manipulation, etc. In all cases the collapse of the economy is followed by a malaise that naturally finds a spark somewhere down the road. No government in history has ever spent itself out of economic collapse despite revisionist history. The problem today is that the banks are still mandated by Congress to make subprime loans, and the biggest bubble growing is the US government bubble. Imagine what happens when that bubble bursts!” She paused. “It is so funny to hear the politician’s state we must get the banks’ lending again! Lending again for what? If a company has a sound business plan shouldn’t the money be available? To lend money just for the sake of lending money is part of what caused the current economic collapse in the first place. It’s just like Congress now spending billions in stimulus money to get it spent before the expiration of the authority to spend the money. Who cares about payback or whether jobs are created in the US or how much it costs to create each job in the short or the long term. Spending the cash is so much more important!”

Senator Smarmy said “If the Government bubble were to be the next bubble to burst I would know it.”

“Just like the Government reacted to head off all the other bubbles?” Athena asked. “The lesson history taught is that the people who see the bubble do their best to profit and exit before the bubble bursts. They don’t react to stop the bubble even if it is obvious. They try to time their market exit strategy instead. Besides, the macroeconomists are so busy cranking math that they fail to look at the big picture from a qualitative point of view to see the parallels between the various financial crises that have occurred. The macro economists are more concerned with how much more Federal money can be given to Wall Street and my companies or my University so I can be rich Rich RICH!”

Senator Smarmy said “You have no proof of that! Besides, the government had to bail out Wall Street because all the derivatives and credit swaps all had to be paid or there would be economic ruin.”

Athena asked “No? Let me ask you, Chicken Little, the following: If I loan you 10 dollars and you agree to pay me capital plus interest do we have a loan arrangement?”

Senator Smarmy replied “We do.”

Athena continued. “Then if I sell off a part of the arrangement, which, in essence, is what the derivatives and other financial instruments are doing, then why would I do that? The only reason that I would engage in such behavior is to make more money. I am betting that the change in market conditions will profit me. And all the market trading of futures and financial instruments are in essence all bets placed on future changes in value. Thus the doctrine of too big to fail was put forth by Chicken Little so that the bad gamblers who ended up holding the bag get bailed out. Except that they weren’t bad gamblers because the people at the top raked in huge commissions overseeing the betting.”

Athena floated flatulence. “The too big to fail argument is nothing more than a sham and it is the path to the economic ruin of the USA. No executive at a too big to fail will ever lose. Governments can tax profits to build up a fund a fund to bail out companies but the fact is that without the fear that these massive corporations will face bankruptcy courts the corporate executives will continue to gamble with bets based solely on personal greed. Death is a part of nature and also a part of the free market and death must be allowed to occur so that the newer, younger, stronger and more agile corporations can take the place of corrupt aging dinosaurs.”

Athena taught turgidity. “In a similar fashion there is the belief of the ill educated politician that the USA cannot collapse because the country is too big to fail. Just like the politico’s believe that their parties are too big to fail. If history teaches us anything it teaches us that the Roman Empire and other great political systems collapsed so why not the USA?

Arrgh said “Every day it’s another episode of Fear Factor. FDR said the only thing we have to fear is fear itself but look at how afraid America and the world is of everything. Billions of pills that did not exist a scant thirty years ago are popped all the time because we are told we are ill or might get ill. It is fear that drives the pill popping. If America wants to get serious about reducing health care costs then America should admit its addiction to pills from the drug companies. The first step to recovery is to admit you have a problem. Just because people with a financial interest in having the government or you or the insurance companies pay them for the drugs they sell tells you that you will be sick or die if you don’t take the substance they push doesn’t mean that you will be sick or die if you don’t take the substance.”

Unknowledgeable Arrgh said “The CDC web site says that twenty to forty thousand people die every year from the flu. But this last year maybe five thousand died solely from H1N1. Yet billions of dollars were spent to fight the new strain. In other words, don’t fear the strain that is timeless and kills more. Fear the new disease and buy the new drug!”

Arrgh insanely babbled on. “It’s the same Chicken Little fear of Hank Paulsen and the Wall Street Connection cronies. They completely and conveniently ignore that the framers of the Constitution built in bankruptcy protections so that people don’t die if they file bankruptcy. You start over and hopefully learn from your mistakes. Allowing the too big to fail doctrine means that you never start over and therefore corporations who are new and would normally overtake the dinosaurs who are corrupt and too top heavy never get to do so. Sending insolvent corporations through bankruptcy will not cause an economic collapse. It will cause mass economic inconvenience but the Four Horsemen of the Economic Apocalypse will not suddenly appear on the horizon.”

Hip Pop Crissy chimed in. “That’s taking a common sense approach to thinking about the situation, isn’t it? That’s like taking a common sense approach to the crowing that Congress makes about now posting a 2,500 page bill on line for 72 hours before voting on it. Let’s see, how many hours a day will a normal citizen have to read and analyze the legal mumbo jumbo in the bill? They might have 5 hours per day to read the bill, or 15 hours max per the 72 hours available because they have to eat and sleep and go to the bathroom and just to let the material sink into their head. That means 166 pages an hour or almost 3 pages every minute. Have you read the bill and tried to analyze it and find where the devil is hidden in the details? At the time one finishes reading the bill the vote is being taken and all the special deals are enacted into law before anyone can do anything. They’ve extended the too big to fail doctrine to legislation writing. If the legislation is so massive then that means it cannot fail. The shame of it is that the legislations being passed now and in the last year are massive shotgun bills that don’t really offer a unified plan of vision for the future of the USA. The bills are debts that will come due some day.”

Senator Smarmy said “That’s not true!”

Athena said “No? You won’t have family members profit from new corporations that spring up to meet the needs of the health care legislation? No one will be on Boards of Directors or get Stimulus money to start corporations to do the filing of medical data for people who are too stupid to take out tampons when screwing? No one will corner the market on medical marijuana distribution? I mean, lord almighty, once there is universal health care those prescriptions for medical weed will be flying out the door and someone has to provide it!”

Senator Smarmy said “None of that is going on! You just haven’t listened to the legislators’ explanation. The CBO scored the document as good for America. Think of all the evil in the system that will be rooted out! You need to hand it this Congress for the hard work that we have done!”

Arrgh said “Getting handed something is supposed to feel good! It isn’t supposed to feel like being rubbed the wrong way.”

Hip Pop Crissy said “Oh! That’s the storyline for another upcoming novel titled H& Job. It is about the hypocrisy of education and business. You ever notice in the President’s speeches all the talk about education and getting jobs? And then what happens when you get a job; you get some jerk who wants to be king of the hill so they engage in behavior to jack you off. It’s like a guy who works himself off the floor of a factory, maybe an ex-Navy sailor, who works his way into the office. And then his boss is told to fire him for nothing relevant as a business reason because a moron who has become President of the company is conned into having the Navy guy fired. Even though the Navy guy works harder and does better work than all those Six Sigma \ QS-9000 or whatever it is up to now he gets fired and then he blows his head off with a shotgun because he got jacked off. Somehow the idea of what getting a job really means is a little different than the dream we are sold.”

Arrgh chorused along. “You ever notice how there are all these courses and training on corporate efficiency and six sigma this and black belt that and yet American business gets its ass kicked because of decisions made to line pockets of management today. I mean, logically, if this entire wonderful training works as well as the money spent on it every year then why do all these people still suck at their jobs?”

The Smilfme mind put Arrgh’s finger to her mouth thinking MMMM!They suck at their jobs. He said “suck.” Huh Huh, Huh Huh.

Athena stated “But this is nothing new. Corruption and incompetent as well as devious business people have been around since the dawn of recorded history. They are Timeless.” She showed them a book she was reading. The book had the ugliest cover ever on a book; it showed a man’s head in a hurricane that was ready to hit Florida. “To quote this piece of tripe trash I happen to be reading Recidivism is ugly whether on a personal or social scale. What this means in the context of the story is that we see blatant corruption in business and government flaunted in front of the people as legal and therefore it is OK that these events occurred. The belief is that government does what is right but the belief is always shattered like massive panes of glass shattering. Taking it in the end it is all very painless for the common people because the pen is a very quiet sword.”

She went on. “It’s like the bailout being used to settle all contracts at face value for bad bets and for bad personnel contracts. What is the phrase that is used? We must honor these contracts? What a crock! You would think that the government has never broken any contracts ever, and you would think that at a minimum to get bailout money someone with Common Sense would have said for you to get billions in bailout money all options are open and that includes contract renegotiation! Instead we get mumbo jumbo that sounds like mumbo jumbo because people know that, above all else, the decisions made and the execution of the decisions just were not right!”

Athena continued her Alice in Wonderland oration. “It is incredible that today’s politicians really don’t understand that the anger of the public stems from politicians continuing to flaunt tactics and programs that just aren’t right by the people. The laws already passed have been twisted and turned against the hardworking people in favor of snake oil salespeople who are greasing palms; palms that cannot say no. The disapprobation of the public over eminent domain stories of good people having their property seized for someone else’s benefit under the guise of the good of all. Legal or not how is it right that government takes property from party to give to another for development?”

Athena’s ignorance continued to shine. “America needs to fully realize, and the start of it has begun, that it is NOT the wealthiest nation on Earth but it is actually the POOREST nation on Earth. The debt that is owed makes the USA that way. The USA needs to get a better return on its investment and that means to quit being the financial support pins for the UN and other countries without getting something in return. Look at Haiti with the billions sent there over the last two decades. As flawed as the US system is can one argue that the Haitian people would be worse off if the USA had been there with military force and social services working to improve the lot of the citizens? Would more have been spent than has already disappeared down the tubes into the hands of various politicians and others? It’s pretty hard to believe that wouldn’t be the case.”

Senator Smarmy felt indignant. “You people don’t know what you are talking about.” Smilfme continued. “You should just enjoy the in flight feature films and dream of being in the mile high club. Look, see? 500 Lays of Summer is about to start! You people should just lighten up and leave everything to the politicians. We know what is best for America!”

“Yes” Arrgh said. “Keep feeding the idiot principle plot forward. Congress is just like modern cinema where 95% of the product is based upon the principle of the next thing occurring being more idiotic than the last idiotic thing coupled with doses of high profile public explosions where behind the flash there is no substance. Star Trek once dealt with topics like time vs. anti-time when constructing a plot. Now to move the plot forward the Enterprise is navigated by a 17 year old twerp who throws a Starship into reverse thereby stalling out the Starship on the way to a galaxy saving battle thereby actually saving the Enterprise by being late to the battlefield. WOW! The Federation really is recruiting from the cradle. Any jerk can just walk up one day and be whisked away and then be captain in no time! Talk about taking the easy way out in story creation! It’s far better to dumb down the script with big explosions and a Captain Kirk who in one single night can both bed Uhura and rewrite the whole Kobayashi Maru test than to work on creating an entertaining story about the abuse of Eminent Domain that people would enjoy. The assumption is that Americans wouldn’t like such a story.”

Arrgh unscientifically went on. “Art has become demographically homogenized. The bell curve of target market is surveyed and art is designed to meet the maximum money making potential versus creating art to state something about the world in which we live. The corporate machine controls the distribution and promotion of art and the goal of profit maximization mean that all materials are edited into a homogenous product. And since most artists are desirous of being wealthy they easily accede to corporate homogenization demands. The result is the retread of the idiot principle in all films.”

Athena countered “That’s old news. The Player exposed that a long time ago. That’s recidivism! But that makes me think of another good novel plot; The Old Ones. The metaphoric theme is that Congress is infringing upon human rights in the USA like a human sacrifice is being performed to feed the Old Ones. One could take a first person Lovecraftian style and have a collection of short stories tied together that theme around how the creatures from Arkham have spread around the country.”

The Sytgian sinfulness seeped from Athena’s mind. “For example, there is the feathered ostrich eyed serpent on the west coast that sucks the fetuses from pregnant woman’s bellies. There is also the thin hirsute monster of the Sierra Nevada’s who preys on travelers led astray by a GPS designed to lead them astray. Another story is the Texas monster of the bush that has a cultist following preparing sacrifices. There would also be the Massachusetts town where the electrical impulse from the power grid provides energy to genetically alter the beings into homosexual lispers. This would be topped off by the central protagonist in DC who has read the horror stories across the nation and has documented how the stories tie out but, in Lovecraft style, is powerless to do anything as the protagonist is facing human rights sacrifice on an altar in the bowels of Congress.”

Hip Pop Crissy said “Symbolic and Metaphoric Political Horror from an author who writes in multiple genres. What a conundrum for bookstores. Where would one shelve such outrageous trash?”

Smilfme said “The trash is the only place for all those ideas for novels or films. All those stories are weird. People want light and fun and sexy.”

Arrgh said “Oh, I suppose you have a better story?”

Smilfme said “Oh yes I do!” She stopped her activity to swizzle a drink stick. Smilfme said “Let me clean you up while I tell you me Scheherazadean tale. It is called The Salvador Dali Code! In Salvador Dali’s painting of The Last Supper the hidden meaning of the two loaves of bread on the altar is that of female breasts and the chalice of wine is vulvar imagery. It means that God is a woman who can only be achieved through prurient activities.” Smilfme continued stirring up the liquid. “All the works of Dali lead to this and he was led to this by his promiscuous wife Gala whose name is actually derived from the unknown unchaste religious sect of The Nuns of Malaga who provide full service to the Catholic Community.”

Arrgh was speechless. Athena said “That’s a whopper!”

“Maybe” Smilfme said. “But the universal knowledge this method of achieving Nirvana provided extends out to other religions so we can have all sorts of different ethnic hot male and females in this story. There are Sisters from all over the globe who, ah, come together by means of…”

“Orbing?” Athena interjected.

“…cubing like in the style of cubist art Dali dabbled in” Smilfme said. “These sisters would be known as…”

“The Charmed Ones?” Hip Pop Crissy asked.

“…The Ample Ones!” Smilfme said. “See what I mean?” Smilfme giggled. “And then they could meet their magical male counter parts who would be The Gifted Ones! And then they could chase artifacts all over the globe like maybe finding The Shroud of Muhammad in the Venus De Milo Chest of Drawers Dali made. They can find the religious relics of Saint Cynthia made plaster caster images of important religious figures that possess magic powers and have secret coded messages to be deciphered.”

Arrgh laid back in his seat. “That’s as ridiculous as the plot of Insatiable Congressionals symbolically centered on backdoor dealings of Congress screwing the American people with one of the prime characters being a Senator with a variety of ethnic maids symbolizing the various racial ethnicities of the USA who is very good at giving either quid pro quo or else quim from a pro to achieve her ends. Her counterpart would be named Marilyn who had been around since the Clinton era. During that time period think of all the bills that went in and out of her chambers!”

Smilfme found his argument hard to swallow. In the end she achieved her means.

 

Behind The Senator’s Green Door

Senator Smarmy arrived home in the back of another limo. She stood in her driveway and looked at how small her house was. She needed a bigger place. She walked forward. The green front door of her house opened for her. She entered the hallway and kicked her shoes off. “Put my shoes away!” Senator Smarmy said.

“Ndiyo” Maid said.

Senator Smarmy threw her coat on the ground. “Put my coat away!”

“Da” Maid said.

Senator Smarmy said “My box is in the limo. Go get it and bring it to the master bath and draw me a hot bubble bath and keep it at my ready. And tell my husband I am here and that I will be see him shortly.”

“Si” Maid said.

Senator Smarmy walked across thousands of square feet of variegated flooring past many nice furnishings to reach her daughters room. She began disrobing along the way throwing her top and skirt on the floor. Maid arrived with two filled glassed and a magnum of champagne. Senator Smarmy took the glasses telling Maid “Pick up my clothes!”

Maid bowed deeply and complied.

A pungent odor emanated from the room of her daughter. The door stood ajar and hump music played from within. Smilfme closed her eyes and sniffed deep before entering the room. She heard voices. Was that Brown Eyed & Handsome Man? Smilfme wondered. She entered the room.

In the room she found half a candle burned out. Smilfme relit it relishing the tasty smell. Voices were heard in the spacious walk in shower. Smilfme had to look. Pollutants obscured her vision. Those certainly are carbon footprints! Smilfme mused. The candle burned lower. Smilfme swayed to the music. That is so like a field declared a carbon sink being plowed under her Smilfme mind thought. Look at all that carbon emission!

Smilfme eventually floated across thousands more square feet of various floorings and furnishings to her spacious bedroom. It was time to go fishing. Her white nets were on the bed. Smilfme lay on the bed declaring “Maid, come dress me!”

“Sim” Maid said.

Smilfme laid there thinking about all the things in her box. She and her husband had so many big things to discuss.

Smilfme gazed up at the image in the mirror above the bed. Some things just aren’t big enough she thought. She closed her eyes and smiled thinking YES! I’m getting a bigger house! I’m getting a bigger bedroom! I’m getting MORE! She open her eyes and thought that her cups framed magnificently on a white open shelf.

Her TV turned on. Smilfme watched herself on the news. A story ran about her aide’s sudden death. Her office had issued a statement about grief and sorrow and tragic loss and time of morning. Damn! Smilfme thought. Damn my staff is good! They fill my every need! Smilfme felt a thrill running down her leg while watching MSNBC’s report about her.

After the broadcast aired Smilfme felt the desire to take a bubble bath. She entered the bathroom to find the tub waiting for her. She sank her nets in. The warmth and smell felt so good. She turned on the TV in the bathroom and watched more Smilfme video. It was so exciting to see herself on the big screen! Smilfme thought about how big her new bathroom would be.

A news story ran about the assault of Senator Smarmy that occurred in the hospital. Her office had issued a statement that the Senator expected there to be a full Congressional investigation into the matter. Smilfme beamed thinking how wonderful she had trained Aidone. Today was a day that made Smilfme proud to be an American!

“Maid” Smilfme said “bring my husband up here.”

“Oui, Madame” Maid said. Maid led her husband out in the bathroom.

Smilfme stood up. Her husband gazed at her dripping wet lingerie and the tan skin so oily. He stood up and said “Smilfme here.”

Smilfme smiled and pointed to her box saying “Inside my box are some tasty things for you to assign your John Hancock to. There is approval to use stimulus money as seed funds for our stock purchases for three new corporations that will spring up with the passage of the health care legislation. One company will receive a government contract to be in charge of ensuring that poor people, I’m sorry…disenfranchised people… properly file their request for health care credits as well as their insurance paperwork. A second company will receive a government contract to go after non compliant citizens. Then a third company will be set up for marijuana distribution on a national scale because there will be an explosion of prescriptions for medical marijuana. The law will be used to force out all other competition so we have a monopoly. You will get a paid position on the Board of Directors of all the companies and we will have what amounts to being a free 20% interest in each of the shares of each company. To top it off; it will all be legal!”

Hubby said “That looks so good to me.”

Smilfme smiled. She turned and walked to the sauna. She posed in the doorway and said “Maid, pull my husband in here for me.”

Maid brought Husband along. Maid also appeared carrying a drink. “Oooohhh” Smilfme said “There’s my Pink Lady!”

They settled into the sauna. Smilfme put hand around her husband and said. “In this case we all get whatever we want. The votes are there and nothing can stop it.” She sat down. Smilfme squeezed tight and dreamily looked off saying “Nothing can stop the healthcare legislation now. The fix is in.”

 

 

Three Reparation Sermons

(Excerpted from the upcoming novel Nigger Like Me)

Chapter 20 – The Reverend Solomon DeWyse

The Reverend Solomon DeWyse stood in front of the congregation. His physique cut an imposing view. Most heavyweight boxers are neither taller nor more muscular. His raiment consisted of a shiny white buba, sokoto and fila combination offset with decorations of a black lion. While preaching he strode in front of the pews at the Zion Baptist Church in Cincinnati speaking in a booming voice.

“My Brothers and Sisters, I welcome all of you here today. I welcome all of those of you in this church and also those of you viewing today in other places of worship for this historic meeting, this dialogue about the future of America.

Today…today I am here today to speak to you about wisdom and justice. I will speak to you of the Wisdom of Solomon. And I will also speak to you of the Justice that is a long time coming in this land of many colors.”

The Reverend DeWyse gesticulates while speaking. His whole body speaks with his voice combining both entities into a single force. His swaying motion acts like a pendulum for hypnosis enthralling the attendees of the If Not Now When? Conference.

The Reverend epitomized pariahism to those outside the realm of belief. This strengthened his bond within the circle of conviction. By speaking with the knowledge of conviction the Reverend issued forth tender tendrils of mesmerism. These tendrils entwine and bond those believers that hear his voice. The Reverend knew the knowledge of conviction with which spake he. Conviction is the basis by which all Penitent Pushers of Penance operate.

The Penitent Pusher of Penance asks the Users to not look at certain realities for to look at the realities leads one to question the Pusher. The Users and the Addicts want the Penitent Pusher of Penance in their lives so they allow the tendrils of mesmerism to modify their mentality, their perceptions of reality.

The first perception reality to be subjugated to a mind altering Penitent Pusher of Penance experience is the reality of the past. The past is the birth of the conviction. The past is the time of the insemination for birth for verily there can be no child without original sin. The Reverend possessed firsthand knowledge of the conviction of penance.

The past of the Penitent Pusher of Penance is believed by the User to have existed in an alternate reality. The Users belief of the reality of the Pusher’s past is that the Pusher’s past never happened. The only past reality that truly exists is the atonement of the past for the atonement is the only true thing that occurred. The blood of the lambs was not sacrificed on the altar. The lambs are forgotten for the sacrifice never happened. Only the atonement ever existed.

The second reality subjugated is the reality of the present. The Users give their worldly possessions to the Penitent Pusher of Penance in exchange for the drug of Mesmerization. Penitent Pushers of Penance are free to do whatever they will with the worldly possessions that they would not have except for the Users purchase of the drug the Pushers offer. The Penance drug sold provides the same recreational entertainment as the drugs pushed on the street on in physicians’ offices. Users work hard to attain the alternate reality of existence in order to justify giving to the Penitent Pusher of Penance their hard earned gains. Unlike Aesop’s grasshopper the Penitent Pusher of Penance is rewarded by the ants for the song he sings.

The third reality subjugated is the reality of the future. The future holds future conflicts. Future conflicts conflict reality with altered reality thereby testing the User. Future Conflicts invoke Common Sense. Common Sense tells the Users to go Cold Turkey but the Penitent Pusher of Penance convinces the altered reality Users to forego Common Sense. The Pushers knows of the future conflicts. The Pusher prepares for the future conflict by building the base for the Wall of Unreality in the mind of the User. When the future conflicts occur the User builds upon the base of the Wall of Unreality to wall out Reality thereby strengthening the bond between the Pusher and the User. Fear is the first ingredient of the grout that holds the Wall together. The fear is the Fear of Common Sense for if Common Sense is accepted then the Walls of Unreality collapse and the User is left with the multidimensional conflicts of Reality versus Belief versus Lost Time. The Users Beliefs can exist within the Wall of Unreality but realizing Lost Time causes insanity.

Pariahism is the second ingredient in the grout to seal the blocks in the mind of the User. It matters not what the Penitent Pusher of Penance says for the visions of the pariah provided to the Users are more important than the words spoken. Aspirating aspersions inspire heavenly aspiring Users through the image rather than the oral text to build the wall higher and higher.

The Reverend DeWyse spoke to both the Congregation and the Cameras. The Congregation participated in the sermon speaking interjections throughout. Behind the Reverend, on the altar, lay a male baby doll with black pigmentation. The Reverend’s sermon began in earnest:

“My Brothers and Sisters. I am so happy to see you here today! Ya’ll know that I am happy to see you on any day for the Lord is with me every day but today is a day for there to be special rejoicin’ for we are here today to not only celebrate the past but also to celebrate the present and the future for today is a day that we speak of the comin’ of The Lord! I say to you The Coming of The Lord whose day is at hand!

But first…first…first let us dwell upon the past from whence we have all come from. We are gon’ ta go back to the days of the Bible where I am tasked today with relucidating to you the true story of what happened in the past in the times of the Old Testament. The Testament that I provide to you today came to me in a vision on my last trip to the land of the birth of all humans. That is the land now known by the sacred name of Ethiopia.

The Lord God led me there and once there The Lord God led me not into the wilderness for while parts of the land of Africa may not have many humans walking on the land this does not make the land a wilderness yea for indeed there is life teeming everywhere if one has eyes to see the life. And The Lord God led me to this land of the origin of life and then He bade me to sit down in the midday sun and to pray. And there I sat in the sun praying with the heat filling my skin and pulling water from my body but I sat there amongst the grassland and I waited for the sign…the sign that The Lord God had brought me there to see.

And then they came across the shimmering horizon. They came like a vision from a mirage. A pride of seven lions appeared consistin’ of one male and six lionesses and they approached me as I sat on the bakin’ ground and yea I had no fear for I knew The Lord God had brought me there to see the beauty of The Lord’s design.

Now the lion’s they…well…they ain’t stupid you know! They could smell my flesh as well as being able to see my body and they hungered to feast on my flesh and bones. They stalked around my body and growled and roared and hungered to eat but they were afraid. They were afraid because I was not afraid for I said to the lions I said You can growl and howl and roar and attack but I will not fear your hot breath for I KNOW that the Lord God of Abraham hath brought me hereand for just as God spared Abram from sacrificing his son Isaac so the Lord God will spare my body from the sacrifice here today!

Well…the lion and the lionesses they…now they weren’t none too happy about this. See they wanted to taste of the flesh of the black man who sat in front of them but they were afraid. So despite their fear they sprung to attack and let me tell you Brothers and Sisters they was bringin’ it! Their mouths yawned open and their teeth bared and their tongues were flappin’ like MJ going in for a dunk cuz they were thinkin’ this is a slam dunk. They thought that they had a black man banquet at the ready! And those paws…those paws they was raised with claws stickin’ out…dose paws dey was at de ready to slam my head through the rim and yet I sat there patiently for I knew that The Lord God is my savior and that he who created the beasts is also he that leadeth me there and that The Lord God shall shelter me in my time of need!

And whilst the beasts were in mid-air thinkin’ that they had their easiest…and I dare say their tastiest… meal of the year the sky and earth den dey shook with a mighty earthquake that stopped the beasts from finishin’ dere kill for the Lord God would not allow this servant of his to be harmed. And down from the heavens from the blazin’ sun came a beam of light whence rode down Ityopp’is who is the son of Cush who is the son of Ham. And Ityopp’is filled the body of the lion and bade the lion to lay in front me and he used the beast as a vessel to speak with me.

Now, for those of you who do not know, Ityopp’is is he whom the land known as Ethiopia is named for. Ityopp’is is also nonexistent in the Bible for the creators of the Bible purposefully chose to not include this servant of the Lord for he is a man of burnt skin as they said in Biblical Times.

And Ityopp’is said he said to me Solomon! He said to me Solomon! Your people have been lied to! And it is up to you to take back my word of my bond and to preach the truth to your people! And the truth starts with the lies of your namesake Solomon!

And, lo as he spoke, a vision appeared from the mouth of the lion. It was a vision that was so vast it covered the whole of the plains in front of me. And in the vision the truth of Solomon was revealed to me.

You see King Solomon, we are taught, Ol’ King Solomon why he had great wisdom and was filled with a sense of justice with which he built the first temple of the Israelites. It is also taught that the Queen of Sheba took her people and wealth and visited Solomon for she had heard how wise he was. But these…dese are half truths which makes for the greatest of all lies for the twistin’ of the truth for King Solomon is a twister of truths for personal gain.

Now the King, King Solomon, let me tell you, he had it goin’ on! King Solomon he had the whole world in the palm of his hands! He didn’t have no fleet of Cadillac’s or jet planes. No! What The Lord God had graced King Solomon with was a fleet of magic carpets with which he could fly from the ends of the earth. And the Lord God the Lord God he trusted Solomon with so much wisdom and power that The Lord God also gave Solomon power over the evil spirits of the earth, The Jinn.

Now…The Lord God Himself he also gave King Solomon a task to build a temple to The Lord in Jerusalem but King Solomon…well…King Solomon he was a politician. And he looked out at all his people and he wondered to himself he wondered Look at all my people. Should I do as the Lord God commanded and force them to slave for years building a temple to God? For King Solomon being such a wise man he was also a cocky man and he wanted to do things the easiest way possible. That’s why he had seven hundred wives and three hundred more concubines for he certainly was such a cocky man that he could do that. And with so many wives he didn’t have to listen to any one of dem women for he could just go from one woman to the next woman. And what can be easier than that!

Now after being tasked by the Lord God to build Him a temple King Solomon he…well…he took himself a magic carpet ride to the side of Mount Sinai. And on the side of the mountain there he was willfully deceived by a Jinn whom he knew to be disguised as a hoopoe better known as a mountain cock. And this Jinn…this Evil Spirit he said to King Solomon he said Behold how wise you are! The Lord God has given you domain over all the Earth and animals and demons and women. You are truly blessed beyond the riches of all other men. And King Solomon he…well…he agreed with the Jinn for he knew how wise he was. And then the Jinn, knowing that the King was contemplatin’ how to complete the temple without gwyne usin’ his own people, said to Solomon he said My King! Since you are so wise and blessed with so much then answer me a riddle. And Solomon agreed to indulge the Jinn for he was so wise and the Jinn asked What can you hold in the palm of your hand that has the power of the scorched earth and the fire of the sun?

Now…Solomon being so wise he knew the answer to the riddle straight way. He said to that Evil Spirit he said that it is the unlit fuel for the brazier that is as black as the earth that has been scorched that contains the fire of the sun. And the crowing cock said Place me on the flying carpet and I will fly you to a land that contains the fuel you need to build your temple to The Lord. Now…now this sounded real good to Ol’ King Solomon and so Solomon he dere he went along wit’ da plan and the cock led him to the land of Sheba from whence the Tree of Life was borne. And behold Solomon saw the land before him and the Demon said Behold…this land that you hold sway over my King for did not the Lord God give you rule over all the peoples of the earth?

And so did Solomon gaze upon the people of Sheba peacefully working their fields and living in their cities and being such a wise old cock himself he said Damn, I gotta get me some of that! And the mountain cock urged Solomon to fly on further towards a magnificent palace and there in the courtyard of the palace stood a statue of The Queen of Sheba carved in polished black granite and do you know what Solomon said? Ya’ll out dere know what Solomon said? Yer dang right you know what Solomon said! He said Damn that woman is the finest ting I ever seen! I REALLY gotta get me some of DAT!

But how, my brothers and sisters? How? I ask you. How…how was this to be accomplished? I mean dis King Solomon he had he had him one thousand women at his choosing but he had never seen a woman one tenth as beautiful as Makeda the Queen of Sheba and being the proud cock that he is the King had to find a way to have the woman who ruled over this peaceful land of plenty we know today as Ethiopia. How was he to get this woman and her treasures and her people for if he sent his army and made war how would he get God’s Temple built with so many dead and wounded from the fight?

King Solomon, he in all his wisdom, he knew the answer. He knew that the only way to get those people to be his slaves was through deceit. And so what he did is he flew back to Jerusalem and he sent forth a legion of the Jinn at his command on his magic carpets and dey flew into the palace and dey entered the queens chambers and made themselves as her personal bodyguards before anyone knew what happened to the real bodyguards. And dey stole into the queens chambers and dey placed a spell upon her. And de Jinn dey told Makeda, the Queen of Sheba, of the great and wise and just King Solomon and how dey must pack up their treasures and the strongest of men and women and to trek to Jerusalem to pay tribute. The Jinn dey stole her mind and convinced her of this so called truth.

Now Makeda…Makeda she never knew what hit her. Powerless to disobey she called forth to all in her dominion to follow her to meet the wise and just King Solomon. And they journeyed. They journeyed for months on end and eventually they arrived in Jerusalem. And once they arrived in Jerusalem the Jinn they guided the spellbound queen to King Solomon and they made her say My Great King Solomon the wise. Look. Look upon the tribute in treasures that I have brought you. Look upon the strength of my people with which you can build your temple and your kingdom. Look upon the treasures I have brought you to pay for the building of your temple. Look upon the beauty and bounty of my bosom so that it may feed and nourish your every desire.

And Solomon, well, you know what King Solomon said? That cocky man who had one thousand women at his hand but had never tasted the nectar that came from Sheba you know what he said? You know what he said! He said he said Hot Damn! Now I am finally getting’ me some of that! And that’s what King Solomon did! He got all of that!

And Sheba…possessed by the devils…She told her people to work for the King and dat dey would be rewarded for their hard work in the afterlife. And Makeda’s people, why, dey believed their Queen. Dey set about building for King Solomon the Temple of Jerusalem with their slave labor. But dey also looked around at their masters and dey saw the sloth with which the idle ones were rewarded with by their own hard labor and dey axed dere Queen dey axed her My Queen, where is the justice where we do all the work and the King’s servants are idle? Worse than idle they ridicule us and throw stones at us as we toil and they steal our possessions and bread and we live in squalor? How long, My Queen, how long shall we toil as such?

And when her people axed her dis de Queen she den became possessed of a Holy Spirit. Dis…dis my Brothers and Sisters...at dis point she prophesized You shall toil as such until the charcoal in your skin ignites and burns with the flame of the sun.

And so her people toiled once more to complete the Temple but de Queen she still being possessed by the prophesyin’ spirit she found her body imbued with this Holy Spirit and she conceived two children inside of her belly. And nine months later the Queen Sheba well she begat two children…each child havin’ opposite ‘plexions. Now one child he possessed a ‘plexion of pure white as such as an albino. But da first born child…now…dis child he had a ‘plexion as dark the color of the blackest oil.

Now King Solomon, he of great wisdom, he knew dat da heirs to his throne lay before him. And he knew that the black child was the eldest child but…but he was not about to allow the child with skin of ebon be the one who would inherit the throne. And so he had one of his other wives steal the white child and claim it as her own and claim it as first born thereby giving primary ascendency to the throne to the white skinned baby.

Now Queen Makeda, she still being under da spell of the Jinn, she still did not see da deceit a Ol’ King Solomon. And Makeda she now wept for her white skinned child claimed by King Solomon’s harlot and Makeda she said to King Solomon she said My King this is not this other woman’s child but this is our child. How can you be deceived by this woman’s treachery? And King Solomon he looked upon the beautiful Queen of Sheba and he requested court to be held and for the disputed child to be put on an altar. And King Solomon he bade Makeda and the forked tongued wife to appear and he asked dem if dey both claimed the child as their own. And both women said Yes, My King, the child is mine! And so Solomon…Solomon he drew his sword and placed it over the belly of the child and he raised his sword and he said As both of you claim the child as your own you shall each be entitled to one half the child!

And den King Solomon he smote down wit’ de sword but the cry of Makeda stayed his arm just as his sword reached the infants belly and she cried Take my child but let him live! I give up my child for his life! And den King Solomon smiled and caressed her chin and said quietly to her so no one else could here he said to her You are truly the Mother of this child. And then King Solomon he turned to the court and spoke to all with his deceitful wisdom proclaiming We all heard the Queen of Sheba uttereth that the child is not hers. And therefore the child is not hers!

It was then that the disguises of the Jinn were cast aside by the Lord God above and all deceit was laid bare for Makeda to see. And a mighty earthquake rolled the land and the Temple of Jerusalem fell for the first time from the deceit of Solomon. And the earthquake provided an escape for the people of Sheba back to their homeland. And the Queen and her people escaped but the second child was not so fortunate. For the Genesis of the earthquake was the action of Solomon as he decided to sacrifice the black child so that the white child could be King. See after King Solomon stayed his sword from the white child he then raised his sword at the black child and sliced the child in two.”

With this action The Reverend Solomon DeWyse turned to the altar and grabbed a scimitar by the altar and sliced the baby on the altar into two pieces. With the halving of the baby doll blood spattered everywhere. The Reverend then wielded the scimitar like a spatula to pick up the halves of the baby and he flung them in the air towards the top and back of the church. The mesmerized gathering saw the bloody baby halves fly through the air but then the baby stopped flying. The baby suspended in air and then reformed itself into a living child suspended high in the air. The scene was magical. The sermon then concluded.

“And this child…this child had been rent in two but, lo and behold, the Holy Spirit of the child also split into two and one half of the child reentered the belly of Makeda and became Menelek whom she would beget nine months later. And the other half of the child spirit? This half of the child spirit is restless and to this day this Holy Spirit has wandered the land restlessly seeking justice for the injustice with which he was done in.”

Chapter 21 – Candidate Koo

Mayor Koo stood with the throng cheering the Reverend DeWyse’s sermon. While applauding Kidokezo’s mind wandered back to his 2005 pre-election speech at St. John’s Episcopal Church. The event that evening was designed for the two remaining mayoral candidates to give speeches about the status of the community of the city of Detroit. Kidokezo led off the speech giving.

“My fellow citizens of the city of Detroit. I am delighted to be with you here tonight. I am so delighted to have this opportunity to speak to you this evening. I welcome every chance to show all of you that, with all due respect to our current Mayor the Honorable John Howard Griffin whom you shall hear speak later on this evening, I welcome the opportunity to lay out my vision for the future of Detroit and to show the citizens that my vision for Detroit is much stronger than what the current Administration is providing which, in the end, is just more of the same. And as I stand here in this Church across the street from Comerica Park I am reminded of the story of Moses.

Moses, he who lived a life of faith and struggle. And at the end of his life he climbed the mountain and looked at the Promised Land that he never was allowed to enter. Moses was sad that he never was allowed to enter the Promised Land but he was happy that his descendants were able to play in the Land of Milk and Honey.

Now, I ask you, all of you here this Blessed Sunday, as you look across the street at the new Comerica Ballpark across the parking lot of this church: Is Comerica Park not the Promised Land? Is it not the Land of Milk and Honey? Cuz I know that all of you who ever were across the desert at Tiger Stadium know that Tiger Stadium was not a Land of Milk and Honey but rather a land of broken pipes and worn out dreams!”

The gathering laughed.

“But who? I ask you who was the Moses who led this area of Detroit out of the desert? Now some of you might say that it was the owners of The Tigers and the bank who built the stadium who led the people out of the wasteland, and indeed a debt of gratitude and cash is owed them, but the man who led the city out across that desert to the Promised Land should be considered none other than one of Detroit’s finest…Mr. Willie Horton.

Willie Horton. The name speaks of so much good and so much bad all at the same time. I ask you, when you hear the name of Willie Horton...who do you think of? The name of Willie Horton evokes the idea of choice on so many levels. And choice…choice…choice is what I am here to speak to you about today because the choice in this election and the choices we make in our lives everyday are the same as the choice we make as to whom we think of when we hear the name of Willie Horton.

I ask you: Who hit the right field light tower at Tiger Stadium first? Do you think it was Reggie Jackson? Perhaps you imagine it was Roy Hobbs? NO! At the age of 16 it was Willie Horton put his ball up in the light tower first! There just didn’t happen to be the cameras or Hollywood there to glorify him for being the first to do it!

And who, in 1967 when the riots at 12 th and Claremont were raging, who rode out amongst the people like a modern day Moses, his Tigers uniform still on, the old English D emblazoned on his chest? Who rode amongst the fires and over turned vehicles and worked to calm the crowds? It was no other than Willie Horton. He was the man who came from the local projects, who, before moving to Detroit used to walk barefoot six miles a day to play baseball in Appalachia.

I ask you, when confronted with a segregated society and no means and the best public education that the city would offer him at the time, did Willie Horton walk around and say to himself I need me some Affirmative Action to make it in this world? Did he look at the color of his skin and say America is rigged against me and I can’t make it because my skin is black? I don’t think anyone can say that he wasn’t confronted by the ugly white hate of racism because we all know he unfortunately had to face that scourge. Just like Cassius Clay there were people who hated Willie just because of the color of his skin. But if we walk across the parking of this church….if we walk across the street outside these windows and into that magnificent Land of Milk and Honey across the street we can look with reverence at the statue of Willie Horton! We can touch the image of the man who did not…the man who would not…the man who was not held back by the challenges that society presented him. He is a man immortalized in iron for all time because he kept his eye on his prize, and he gave back to the community from which he came. Like Moses Willie never played in the Promised Land but also like Moses Willie is immortalized in the Promised Land!

I ask you people gathered here tonight: Where is the Hollywood movie of Willie Horton? Where is the Detroit movie about Willie Horton? I mean, what story could be a more inspiring story to the youth of today than the story of a man who came from nothing and had the odds stacked against him and yet he overcame all and helped stop this city… he helped stop his city…he helped stop our city from burning down. Willie Horton is a man who gave his all back to his community. I ask all of you: Where is the film story behind the statue?

I’ll tell you where that film story is. It’s buried beneath the poison marketed to the community these days. I ask you: Get Rich or Die Tryin’: What kind of philosophy is that? Proudly walking around with bullet slugs in your body? Wearing your pants so low that your drawers hang out and your scars from knife and gun wounds show? Wanting to emulate gangsta’s who sing about gang banging woman in cars on street corners? And blaming it all on the environment that you came from? I ask you now do you think that there would be a statue of Willie Horton across the street be if Willie acted and behaved like that?

I think we all know where he would be. He would still be Willie Horton but he would be the Willie Horton that most of America thinks of when they hear the name of Willie Horton. And today when most of America hears the name they think of Willie Horton the rapist murderer.

I ask you, good people, if Hollywood were to make a movie of the life of Willie Horton then who would they choose and how would they present it? You know the answer. They would choose to glorify the Willie Horton who murdered and raped because, you know, he was a victim of having black skin...and that makes him a victim of all of American society. As a 17 year old the Hollywood Willie Horton wouldn’t stab a gas station attendant who had already given him the cash in the register 19 times because he was a mean, vicious young man. NO! The Hollywood Willie Horton did it because he had the misfortune to have been born with black skin and to be born into a racist system that did not care about him.

When the revolving door came Willie’s way and he was given a chance to interact with society again then what did he do with that time? He didn’t continue on a life of crime through his own personal choice. He continued walking right back into that prison door to his prison cell but it was all through no fault of his own. It was the fault of the system!

Given the choice: Which one do you think didn’t get rich but also didn’t die tryin’? Given the choice: Off of which story do you think that movie moguls will try and get rich off of? Is it any wonder that the Detroit Public School System only graduates half of the school kids when the goal of the students is to Get Rich or Die Tryin’? Don’t tell me that the students aren’t smart kids because I’ve gone out there and met many of them and they are very intelligent kids. The youth in the Detroit Public School System don’t lack intelligence. What they lack is the idea of a plan beyond Get Rich Quick or Die Tryin’.

Now…the funny thing about a fifty percent graduation rate is this that as horrible as that failing rate is…and it IS a horrible rate…is that the rate is not zero percent. And what that means is this: Students are graduating. Not as many as there should be graduating but there are students who do find a way somehow to make it through school and receive a diploma and move on to better things in life than what awaits a high school dropout. These graduates have so many more opportunities open to them than await those who drop out of high school and what we need to do is to work to convince the youth in the school system that there is a long term reason to get a high school diploma and to move on to a better future.

But, in the end, where shall these graduated children go? Why would they stay in a city they refer to as DeToilet? For us to keep the youth of this city to stay and help rebuild this once great city we need to make Detroit as the name of a city mean something other than as being synonymous with a commode. We need to educate the youth and the citizens of this city as to how to properly spell Detroit!

There is a D and an E and a T that we need. We need to Deliver Education and Training to the citizens of our city. Our city has one of the highest dropout rates in the nation but the biggest drop out is the pride that comes with finishing an education. When that pride drops outs it is hard to get it back. It is harder to get it back than to lose it on the first go around and we need to do a better job of teaching that. The Detroit Public School System is set back by fraud and corruption. We need to root out the fraud and corruption and Deliver Education to the students of the city.

For those that have dropped out in the past we need Training. We need Government Training centers designed to reintroduce those who have dropped out and become gang members back into the educational system are needed. We can’t give up hope on the young adults of our city who need that second chance.

The ROI of Detroit should be more than a Return on Investment. The ROI needs to be jobs related so for jobs we need to Restore Our Investment in the community. We need to look to the future and bring in new investment. We need to show the children of the future that the adults of this community can work together to provide a plan for that ROI.

This city knows cars and there is plenty of top automotive talent here. We all know the future of cars is in an electrical car for the masses but when you look around the city where do you see it coming from? I ask you: Do you see it coming from anyplace? Folks, it isn’t there and it won’t be there unless our city takes charge and invests in it. I mean no disrespect to the Big 3 because they made Detroit what it is over the years and continue to be viable partners in our future but this city needs action now. And despite what many people think there can be Union Involvement in this process.

We need to once again make our city the leader in the automobile and the automobile systems of the future. This is why I have been working with private investors to start Detroit Electrical Enterprises to not only support the building of electric vehicles here in the city but also the support systems such as economical charging stations that are needed all across the USA. We need to build the model for those stations here in the birthplace of the automobile and then export that knowledge everywhere! This means jobs for the hardworking citizens of our city to not only rebuild the infrastructure for these manufacturing facilities but also to make and sell the products.

You put it together and you have DETROI but you haven’t spelled Detroit because there is one thing still missing and that is the T of Trust. Where is the Trust that any of this will occur? Is it with the current administration? I don’t think so. If they had a plan it would be in place by now but the results speak for themselves.

Now I know that a lot of you look at me, look at my white skin, and say How can we trust that white skinned man? And what I can say to you who wonder that is this: My skin may be white but half the family I belong to is black. As many of you know my mother and my father were lifelong Ford Folk. They both met while working at the River Rouge facility. He worked maintenance and she was an office clerk. And let me tell you if you think that a white man and a black woman living together in the 1950’s in Detroit made for the Life of Reilly than you’re crazier than my parents were to stay together! It sure wasn’t money that brought them together and it wasn’t for appearances and dat’s for sho. Ain’t no other explanation other than that crazy little thing called love that put my parents together.

My parents believed in a better world for themselves and their children. And I am the recipient of their beliefs and I tell you that anything that I work on in this campaign is for my love of this city of Detroit and also for the love that my late parents had for the city that once was the city of Detroit! And what is good for Detroit is good for all of our communities. And what is good for the communities is good for all our families and that includes my family and I tell you that I will work as hard as I need to and will sacrifice all for the good of mine and your families!

This is why I am here seeking your vote. We want better for our children and our citizens and we believe that better is available but that we have to work together to make that future happen. And stealing money from our school system funds to pay for the results of after school private tutoring of teenagers is not the way to rebuild Detroit!

We need to be proud of our Old Englsh D! We need to act with the pride of the Detroit Willie Horton and to take his Moses story to heart and to lead the city back to being what it once was…A Promised Land!”

The crowd applauded as Kidokezo Koo took his seat. The podium opened for Mayor Griffin to step forward and to deliver his speech. The Mayor made his way to the speaking platform.

The door at the back of the church opened. Toniqua slowly entered the church. She clutched her child to her chest. A large manila envelope also clutched in her hand. Mayor Griffin stood at the podium and looked down the center aisle and saw Toniqua approaching. The Mayor found his vocal cords to be frozen.

Toniqua slowly made her perp walk. Terror showed on her face. Her walk past the parish scared her intolerably. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run. Instead she slowly walked to the front of the church past the Congregation that was wondering what was going on. Toniqua walked up to the mayor to hand him the envelope. She tried to remember her lines but she was too scared to remember what she was supposed to say. She could feel hordes of eyes dissecting her as well as cameras taking her picture.

Toniqua stood in front of Mayor Griffin, the man whose DNA she held in her hands. She handed him the envelope of cash trying to say that she needed to return the money siphoned from Detroit Public School funds to pay for raising the baby. All that came out of her mouth was a cracked sounding “I didn’t know.” She emotionally lost it then and turned and ran to a side aisle to run to the back of the church to exit. Her feet tripped over themselves below the image of the ninth station of the cross portrayed on the wall at the spot where she fell. Manacle saw the fall coming and she raced to break Toniqua’s fall. Manacle saved the cross Toniqua bore from smashing its head against the wall during the fall. The baby was dramatically saved. The two women gathered themselves and hurriedly left the Church leaving the gathering to wonder what they had just been witness to.

Chapter 22 – The Reverend Igza Beher

Bennie sat aghast at what he just heard The Reverend Dewyse preach. He looked at Kidokezo. The Mayor blissfully smiled back at Bennie. Mayor Koo correctly read the look on Bennie’s face. Kidokezo knew that the best was yet to come. The smile on Mayor Koo’s face broadened and he turned his attention to the next speaker.

The Reverend Igza Beher came next for oration. The Reverend Beher wore the skin of a black man with a lighter complexion. His white hair was cropped close. His black mustache stood out from his face. He wore a simple traditional preachers black robe. The mien he presented was mean.

Church ushers began passing out slick looking papers of information to the gathering. The headlines screamed White, Racist Murders.

The first story Bennie read detailed the murders of six African Americans at a small Jamaican restaurant in Orlando. The story noted how a white cop out of uniform went on a racist rampage and shot up the patrons of the restaurant before being subdued and killed with a knife to the eye socket. The deceit gave Bennie a sensation of being alone amongst a cast of thousands.

Bennie knew that the dead patrons noted in the handout were alive when they had left the restaurant after Mayor Koo had killed the cop. Someone had to kill the people after they left to build the set up. No mention existed in the story of the R Kelly style video of the cop’s twelve and fourteen year old daughters that had been sent to the police officer that set him off in the first place. No mention was made of the fact that while all of the patrons had black skin not all of them were Americans. Some he knew were Jamaican citizens. No mention of anyone with an affiliation to Mayor Koo existed in the story.

The story of the death of the white male and black female that Bennie and Kidokezo had left beaten but alive on the floor in the Catholic Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in Atlanta also was included in the paper. The bodies of the two were found hung in the lower courtyard of the Fulton County Justice Center. A wrist of the girl had been slit and her blood had been used to color in the relief image of the slave on the stone mural on the face of the Justice Center. The paper also contained stories of murderous assaults of African American leaders that had recently happened in Los Angeles, Houston and Dallas, as well as the deaths of two young girls in New York City and Chicago.

Bennie now knew then that the assault in Atlanta had nothing to do with the white man having an affair with the mayor’s wife or with any criminal affiliation the man may have had with associates of the Mayor. The fact that it was not Anita affair related gave Bennie some sense of relief for he knew of his own dalliances with her. Still, reading the document was disconcerting.

Bennie felt alone amongst a sea of people. He was surrounded by hundreds and yet none of them knew what he knew. Now was not the time to open his mouth. His next contact with the FBI would be the time to sing. Then he and Anita would both be free. Now was the time to hear the Reverend Igza Beher sermonize.

The Reverend stood in front of the blood spattered altar to recite his sermon:

“Children! My children it is with a sad heart that I speak today. Yes, it is true! I speak with both a sad heart and a mad heart. I am here today to tell you that tell you that my heart is sad over the deaths in both Atlanta and Orlando. I am sad and mad over the deaths in Los Angeles and Houston and Dallas the last few days. My heart is sad for the victims in each of these random senseless acts of violence. My heart is also sad for the families of all the victims of these senseless deaths and injuries that have occurred. For truly, as God is my witness, no one wants to see anyone be harmed on their path to glory.

But my heart is also filled with anger. Now, I know, as a man of God and as we are all Children of God we are all supposed to not give in to anger but here today after 400 years of injustice we see again that, because of the color of the skin of our people, we are again subjected to hate and death at the hands of the white man.

Let us take, for example, the poor people senselessly murdered at a poor Jamaican restaurant in Orlando. Once again we have a white police officer, a white cop, walk into a restaurant frequented by African Americans and murder a half a dozen patrons. These poor people…what were they doing? What was their crime? These good African Americans were minding their own business. They were their enjoying their Ackee and saltfish. They were there eating their boiled bananas and boiled dumplings. They were there getting ready to go out and enjoy their life of…what? Being a janitor? Cleaning the shoes of the white executives as they walk the airport? Cleaning the houses of the wealthy white folk who may pay them minimum wage? Cleaning the toilets of the waste of these folks only to find out they pay more in taxes than the people they work for who cheat the system? Sending their children to schools without proper plumbing and outdated textbooks while the rich white folk are given computers for their children to use? And just what is their reward for their honest hard working existence? I say to you that their reward was death! Death was their reward just because the color of their skin was black!

How can we not be angry? It was only through the quick actions of some employees at the restaurant that the police officer was stopped before more death occurred. But what do we see here? We see that the noose has been replaced by the gun and that the hate that exists in the hearts of the racists in this society of ours has not subsided and that in fact the hatred towards people who have black skin is worse than ever. These racists care nothing except about the death and humiliation of black folk just because of the color of their skin.

Then what happened? Not a day later in Atlanta a poor young child of color is brutalized and beaten to death just because she dated a white male. She was brutally beaten with a club and then hung at the Department of Justice in Atlanta. This innocent young woman had her blood drawn from her body, and then her blood was painted over the image of the black slave carved into the so called Justice building in the cement sculpture on the side of the courthouse. I tell you that this building in Atlanta is not the Department of Justice but rather the Department of Racial Injustice.

We might like to think that this is Southern injustice but in Houston, Dallas and Los Angeles leaders of the black community were gunned down because of their success. And then…what of little Rosa Smith of Chicago and baby Michelle Johnson in New York City. These two beautiful little children, named for two black women who are champions of the struggle against oppression in our society, had their lives destroyed for only the color of their skin. These are two little children whose lives were destroyed and their bodies mutilated by the racist white society. These two beautiful babies were mutilated and dumped in the streets. Did you know that Little Rosa’s body was found outside of Oprah’s studio in Chicago, undoubtedly left as a threat to the Queen of America?

And what, I ask all of you, is the thread that ties all of these deaths together? You know what that thread is for it is the same thread that has been pursuing all people of color for hundreds of years. That thread is simply one thing. It is White racist behavior.

Here were are in the year of our Blessed Lord of two thousand and eleven but it may as well be the year of eighteen hundred and eleven for although there have been some changes in the world we live in…although because of the blood we all shed we no longer are forced to ride in the back of that bus…although because of the blood we have all shed we are no longer whipped in the fields with fingers bloodied from cotton pickin’…we still find ourselves whipped and abused by the society we be stuck livin’ in.

Do any of us here believe that the police forces in all these cities involved will actually get to the bottom of these crimes? Do any of you believe that anything other than some Uncle Tom will be trotted for the news service to say that the po-lice are working hard to solve the crime? For four hundred years have we seen justice be done? No! What we have seen be done is lip service to justice. I tell you now that despite what some other preachers may tell you that The Chickens have not yet come home to roost!

Do you not feel it in your skin? Does your skin not burn for justice? Do you not feel the heat of the sun inside you asking how long this oppression must go on? Can you not feel the restless spirit of that child still wandering the land seeking crying out for justice? Can you not hear that spirit crying out for reparations’ to be made?

These incidents, these acts of terror, they only point out that the racial divide in America is as deep as ever and there is only one thing…let me tell you that there is only one thing…one thing…that will heal America. And that is to make the racist white society pay once and for all for the sins of the last 400 years. Call it slave reparations or call it justice for 400 years of injustice done in this country for we all know that slavery of the black peoples in America did not end with the Emancipation Proclamation. It is time for America to pay its debt to black society.

Where is our President on this issue? Where is the great healer of our society? You all know where he is at. Ya’ll read the news and ya’ll see what went on this week. He went to Mexico to apologize to the Mexican people for the oppression and arrogance of the USA. He apologized for Operation Wetback and he offered…did you get this in the news media and on the internet?...he offered the Mexican people compensation for Operation Wetback!

I say to you again! I say to you he offered compensation to the victims of Operation Wetback. And why? Why did the President do this? Why did the party do this? You know why he did it. He did it because he wants the votes he plans to get from making the illegal immigrants citizens of the United States of America! He’s not offering compensation…he’s buying votes!

And what of us, my brothers and sisters? What of us possessed with that restless spirit? Those of us whose skin burns with the burden of hundreds of years of oppression? Those of us who have yet to have reparations’ paid to us for the hundreds of years of tyranny? Those of us whose spirit continues to be beaten with persecution just because of our skin color?

There may be a new resident in DC but you know what? At the end of the day it is still The White House! Look at all the bailouts and the TARP and the jobs bills. Who do you think is getting all that money and all those jobs? You know a tarp is supposed to be something that keeps you sheltered in bad weather but where is our shelter in this storm? Let me ask you…all of you…ya’ll gettin’ any shelter in dis storm? No? Well, if you didn’t get any shelter and yet the tarp was laid out well then who do you think got that shelter? Ask yourself…Just where did those billions and trillions of dollars go? You know whose pockets they lined!

When you turn on the TV and you see all those people out there talking so proudly like a strutting peacock talkin’ ‘bout how dey saaaavvveeeedddd us from economic collapse well who is this we they be talikn’ ‘bout? Ya know, how come all dese Gold Man Sex guys dat get up in public and crow so loudly and all the Fed guys who get up and brag about all that money that was spent…how come dey all be white guys? Ya’ll ever notice that the only people out dere getting’ da money is da rich white guys who gambled dere’ money away like the Judas’ dey are? How come all dese rich white folk get bailed out, dey get dere reperations yet we get nothing but our children brutalized by this society?

How come the Mexicans and the Jews and the Arabs in all these countries around the globe get over fifty billion dollars a year from the US government and we get…what? You tell me…what did we get?

I tells you what George Washington got for his black slaves. He got One Hogshead of Molasses, one of rum, a barrel of limes, a pot of tamarinds, 10 pounds of sweet meats, and a few bottles of ‘good old spirits’ “. Well I tell you dat we needs to get that…plus two hundred years of interest!

Every other race and country gets apologized to and gets paid for US Arrogance and everyone else gets bailed out for gambling their money away and here we…the people who hundreds of years ago were stolen from our lands…US people who can’t trace our roots because we was uprooted…the people who were tortured and beaten and forced to work the white man’s farms for nothing…the people whose women were forced to be the massa’s personal toy…the people who were lynched in the trees…we the people who continue to be treated as not even second class citizens but are always treated like a pile of number two…we the people possessed of that burning skin and restless spirit…we continue to get nothing. This must change!

This is why today we issue a call for all people of the USA to join our new organization we are founding and to help stop this foolishnesses dat is goin’ on in America today. We here today…politicians and religious leaders alike…white and black alike…have joined together to found the African American Coalition for Reparations Now which shall be known by the short name of AACORN for what we are trying to do is further the dreams of so many unfortunates who have died along the way in the struggle for racial equality.

First there was a dream and now there is this AACORN seed to grow from and soon we shall have a fully grown tree. And this tree shall bear fruit for all of America and shall be known as the Tree of Peace to once and for all end racial inequity and inequality in America. For without a tree we cannot build a shelter for all of us and without a seed we cannot grow a tree. You see, a TARP is a man-made creation to shelter you but the tree is from God!

This is why we ask all of you to join this movement and pray and work towards peace and equality in America. In the coming weeks and months you will see more and hear more of our voices and as legislation is introduced in Congress to finally right the wrongs of the last four hundred years imposed upon those who have humbly sought nothing more than a peaceful existence.

Now…to help get this organization started we have a symbolic gesture being made today by the Honorable Mayor of Detroit, Mr. Kidekezo Koo. Mayor Koo is born of bi-racial blood and wears the pigmentation of the white man but to symbolize the strides and support that exists for reparations in some areas of the white community Mayor Koo will make a symbolic offer of thirty pieces of silver to start the AACORN foundation. This offering is to symbolize Judas returning thirty pieces of silver for just as Judas could not undue the past he could always change the future!”

The Reverend made his way over to Mayor Koo. The two embraced and Mayor Koo used a magic trick to make the bag of coin appear as if out of thin air. The Reverend spoke:

Now…My beloved children…Let us pray.”

BOOM!

An explosion ripped through the parking lot. The ground shook. Screaming issued forth from lungs. The sound of crashing metal could be heard. Throughout the church all sets of eyes looked at one another. Future conflicts now conflicted with the present realities.

 

Nacht Of The Blue Weinerschnitzel

 

June 30 heralded the dog days of summer. Representative Sturma B. Teilung stood at the podium in his starched brown shirt speaking to his constituents.

 

“The reason I voted for this legislation is not because that I believe that this legislation will actually do something positive for America for indeed I truly believe that this legislation will lead to a socialist America rather than achieving any of the reforms that the legislation is purported to achieve but this legislation is the best legislation that can be passed to achieve the interests of the special interests in mind while keeping the bill under 2,000 pages in length for the length of the bill is the most important number in the numbers game of rating the bill. Now if you will excuse me I must be going to take my dog for a walk.”

 

The full speech was similarly convoluted in logic but logic is irrelevant to following the money. To be reelected he needed green and political capital. This was known and this is why he received the notice for an evening soiree. The notice came in an envelope emblazoned with a hummingbird on it.

 

The notice directed Sturma to a meeting after he was done speaking at the fundraiser. The meeting was to be held in Dachau field. The field was located next to a grand mansion painted in white. Sturma was to bring his pet along with him.

 

Sturma entered the field with his endangered blue Kromfohrlander on a leash. Nervous anxiety filled Sturma’s being. Alone with his toy dog he stumbled through the field. The dark prevented much from being seen. He fired up a cigarette.

 

“Who’s there?” Sturma heard asked of him. A male figure with a dog on a leash ambled towards him. Sturma remained quiet while puffing away. When the figure came close enough Sturma heard the voice say “Oh, it is you. Hello Sturma. What are you doing here?”

 

Sturma recognized the speaker. It was the defrocked Father Bernard S. Temple. The priest was out walking his little toy dog.

 

“Father Bernhard” Sturma asked “What are you doing out here this evening? Working on a new ghosted autobiography?”

 

“My Life became a bestseller” Father Bernhard replied. “It is a shame that few will know of my true contribution to the greater good of our society.” Father paused. “Got a smoke?” he asked.

 

“I thought you quit” Sturma replied as he offered a death stick as well as a light.

 

Father nervously laughed. “I only smoke off camera. That is the same as not smoking at all for what the cameras see and the news agencies report is what is real and what is off camera is not real.”

 

Father Bernhard lit up. The flame illuminated the brown shirt of the priest as well as the blue color of the dog. Sturma asked again “So, just what are you doing here, Father?”

 

Father Bernhard exhaled. “I don’t imagine it is a coincidence that either of us are here this evening. I received a request for a meeting. It didn’t come from you.”

 

A Coleman lantern was seen in the distance. The flashing beacon appeared to be coming from a forest. Sturma said “That must be our signal. Let’s go.”

 

They moved towards the signal. Their blue dogs led the way. The air smelled of a nearby swamp. Other figures could be seen silhouetted moving towards call. They seemed to also be walking toy dogs.

 

A splash was heard nearby. A voice could be heard cursing in the sedge.

 

“Who’s in the swamp there?” Sturma called out.

 

A voice said “My name is Will. Will Schmid. Can you help me out here? I can’t see where I am going. I’m kinda lost in the gunk here!”

 

Sturma and Father Bernhard flicked Bic’s to give Will some light. Will mucked his way over to the two gentlemen. “Thank you” he said. “I couldn’t see where I was going.”

 

Sturma asked “What are you doing out here?” His dog started yipping and sniffing at the newcomer.

 

“Hey!” Will exclaimed. “This is one of them rare blue dogs, isn’t it? My brother has himself one of them.”

 

“That still doesn’t explain your presence here” Father Bernhard replied.

 

“Oh, well, my brother got an invite to meet for some campaign funding” Will explained. “But he is out of town. He never saw the invite. Now, normally I am taking in a show of some sort…I am a theater critic, you see…but I decided to do my brother a favor and come to this meeting for him.” He paused. “Is that what you two are here for?”

 

“Well, yeah” Sturma said. He pointed off to the forest. “The signal seemed to be coming from over there.”

 

The three men and two blue dogs made their way to the forest signal. They met a group of armed gentlemen at the edge of the forest. Sturma started to speak “Hello, I am Sturma…”

 

One of the group of men stopped him. “Shh! Who you are is not important right now. Come with me. This path leads to a camp where we can talk.”

 

The gentleman led him on a walk illuminated by a flashlight. The forest grew darker and deeper. The sky disappeared from above. They continued in for maybe a mile.

 

Suddenly Sturma, Father Bernhard and Will were beset by silent strikers appearing and attacking from behind trees. The assault occurred fast and silently. Their knees and heads were quickly struck to send the three men to the ground. Before any man could utter anything they were on the ground with a gag in their mouths. Bodies sat on top of bodies to keep them pinned while binding occurred.

 

Their heads were grabbed by their hair and flash lights shone forward. They could see the blue dogs yelping in front of them. A strong gentleman grabbed one of the dogs by the throat and held it up to be seen. The blue dog struggled but the toy was not match for the power at its throat. Out of the knight a long knife appeared in the other hand of the sadist holding the dog. He plunged the blade in the gut of the dog and ripped the insides to shreds while the blue dog screamed in pain.

 

When the process completed the sadist grabbed the other dog. Looking at the blue dog he said “You know what is coming, don’t you? I’m going to carve you into blue Weinerschnitzel for my master to eat for breakfast!” With that he gleefully walked the dog over to the three gentlemen on the ground and disemboweled the blue dog so that the innards dropped over the men’s bodies during the process.

 

Other hideous screams could be heard from various spots in the darkness of the forest. More long knives were at work in the night.

 

The lights were turned on the gentlemen. A leg kicked Will and a voice said “Hey, this one doesn’t have a brown shirt!”

 

“Doesn’t matter” Will heard right before he felt the long blade enter his back. While screaming through the gag Will felt more and more long knives slice his body to pieces until he no longer was alive to feel the slicing.

 

Father Bernhard was beset upon next. He too became a victim of gleeful carving.

 

Sturma watched each death. The leader said to him “No knives for you, my brown shirted friend. We are going to hack you to bits with axes and then dump your body in the swamp.” The promise was fulfilled.

 

The state controlled media trumpeted the replacement members of the government over investigating what happened to the prior members of the government. The Attorney General’s department performed the investigations.

 

At the swearing in breakfast sausage was served. Attendees relished the meal.

 

Still, there were questions being asked that needed addressing. The Department of Homeland Security made the following proclamation:

 

The Department of Homeland Security was forced to cauterize down to the raw flesh the ulcers poisoning the wells in our domestic life. Let the nation know that its existence- which depends on its internal order and security-cannot be threatened with impunity by anyone! And let it be known for all time that if anyone raises his hand to strike the State, then certain death is his lot.

 

 

Corpulent Sam

Corpulent Sam awoke from his narcosis. He lay prone on his obese stomach on his massive bed in the master bedroom of his fifty acre estate. His gaze traveled around the room.

Towards the east in the room was a large neatly organized mechanical contraption of thousands of containers of designer drugs. Tubes ran from the contrivance combining into a series of hypodermic needles running into Sam’s back. The drugs nourished Sam and kept him sedated. He no longer needed nature’s foods for nature had been improved upon for Sam’s benefit. This capitol capital device provided for Sam. With no need to move Sam’s body had grown to an incredible size.

Sixty years ago Sam had been a strong boxer. Over years he defeated all challengers while he built his estate. He had been so strong and powerful that the rules of engagement changed. To train for these new bouts he agreed to let his handlers train him in new scientific methods. His current condition was the result of his training. Too late he realized that it was his staff that stabbed him in his back.

A black velour décor filled Sam’s eyes. The room was lit by a tripod containing a brazier of fire that glaringly illumined the room.

Sam looked west out the balcony and saw a crimson dawn shining through deep scarlet blood colored panes. A red death was ending a long march towards him.

The scarlet sky brought a green rain. The farmers and squatters on Sam’s estate were drenched in the persistent poisonous precipitation. Crops grew but the poison genetically altered the plants. Consumption of the harvest affected his staff and relatives. This concerned Sam but he was too fat and near death to do anything about it. He watched the rain overflow from a massive pluviometer on the balcony.

Sam saw a long IV tube running from the udometer into the room. The tube attached to his penis. The tube brought the rain into his body. Separate catheters drained his blood and waste below the bed to somewhere he could not see.

Movement occurred in the doorway. Sam recognized his niece Jane and nephew John. “Uncle” they cried “We have finally found you. We need to unhook you from these unholy devices and nurse you back to health.” In their hands were containers bearing potions of bitter tea. “Drink this” they said “While we figure out how to remove these tubes without destroying your constitution.” They moved to the bed.

More movement occurred in the doorway. Doctor Potus, Sam’s eternal physician, stood in the doorway. Cerement habiliments shrouded his visage from head to toe. Blood covered his surgical mask as well as his broad brow. The doctor came into the room.

Entering the room behind the doctor came Sam’s treacherous servants, Don Key and Ellie Fant. They too wore masques. Their ornate expensive facial coverings were a combination of birds of prey with bulbous cheeks like a rear end. The masques were also fashioned with a pachyderm trunk for a nose. Don and Ellie sported fine bloody silk robes.

“Restrain those un-American immoral rebels!” Doc Potus directed. “Bind them to chairs so they can watch my latest new surgical miracle! Muzzle their mouths so they cannot speak! While you are at it take their wallets and rob them. Fill your bank accounts with their earnings.”

The servants attacked. Don assaulted John and Ellie jumped Jane. The servants were too large and powerful for Jane and John to stand up to and win. Resistance was futile. They were brutally beaten, gagged, and tied to chairs.

With John and Jane successfully restrained Don and Ellie opened their victims wallets. They forged the Doe signatures on a variety of checks. Don and Ellie then checked the account balances and cried to Doc Potus “You lied to us. They don’t have the money to pay our bills.”

Doc Potus looked out the west window at menacing maroon. The curer-in-chief delightedly cackled “When you sell their children into slavery you will generate all the money you need!”

The doctor turned to Sam and said “You are aware? You must have developed a tolerance level to your treatments. It is of no consequence. Like the relatives you are beholden to you are too weak to do anything about what is going to happen now. The illness consuming you and your relatives is your independence. Independence prevents assimilation. Since you refuse assimilation I am remaking you into a new being!”

He continued. “You wonder why I recreate your body for you, don’t you? The reason is because science has proven that nature is flawed. Human science is the only intelligent design. Nature is a world based upon hard work and making and growing things and consuming those things. Human science is a world of money and using deceit and genetic drugs to lazily move through life. I foresee a future where money does grow on trees and rains from the sky! This is a future I have built with my climate control machine that keeps the sky red and the rain green. I am the master over nature now!”

Sam wept for the future he saw. Red blood flowed from his eyes over his white skin that was covered in blue bruises. His bowels released.

“Ugh” “P-U” and other exclamations came from Don and Ellie. “God, that stinks!”

“Yes it does” Doc Potus replied. “That is a side effect from the drugs Sam is on. We need to fix that” the physician said. “Cutting out the gastrointestinal tract is imperative. Immediate surgery is required. We need to winch Sam so his body is vertical over the bed.”

The servants obliged. It took hours of work to mechanically move Sam into position but they admired their hard work when it was completed. Jane and John gazed with horror at the visage their Uncle Sam had been transformed into.

The surgeon produced a scalpel. Eschewing anesthetic the surgeon plunged the knife in Sam’s gut and cut. The cut went up to the larynx. The cut went down to the rectum. “What God created I will gut and improve” Doc Potus gleefully exclaimed. “It’s all good!”

Doc Potus removed Sam’s alimentary organs. He left Sam’s inside open and exposed while he admired his work.

Sam’s body reacted. Skin bubbles grew on Sam’s extremities as the real estate covering his hide stretched upwards. The bubbles looked like big dots derived from skin. The surgeon turned to Don and Ellie and pointed to empty hypodermics on a bed stand. “Quick! Hurry! Bring me syringes filled with rain.”

Don and Ellie obliged. They ran to the balcony and gathered the green water into the hypodermic barrels and brought them to the Doctor. Potus injected the bubbles while speaking. “We can’t let the bubbles burst. That will doom us all.” The bubbles slowly receded.

Sam looked down at his body and saw what he had become. He was a bloated body splayed open relying on an influx of toxic green rain and IV’s of drug company products to survive. The red dawn deepened in the room. Anxiety struck.

The rain outside stopped and the IV tube emptied. Sam’s heart raced and grew in size. Sam passed out. Don and Ellie looked at Doc Potus and asked “What should we do?”

The doctor replied in a panic “I don’t know! I didn’t plan on this happening! The rain is never supposed to stop feeding Sam.”

Sam’s heart grew larger and larger like a massive bubble. The doctor panicked in fear. He shot a dose of adrenaline into Sam’s throat to wake the patient. “SAM! SAM!” Doc Potus cried.

The adrenaline jolted Sam awake. He realized he had no GI tract. He saw his heart enlarged as big as his body and he screamed horribly. Jane and John witnessed the last bubble burst. Sam’s heart and remaining internal organs exploded throughout the room.

The spray covered the brazier. The fire expired. So did the occupants of the blood-bedewed room. Each died in a despairing posture. Once Uncle Sam died they ceded their life to the Red Death that held illimitable dominion over all.

 

 

Charted Planes For One And Not The Other

 

In just a few pages

A trillion in wages

Deigned Capital sages

Destined for Gold cages

Managed by Hank’s mages

 

Thirty times is the less

To save jobs in US

Manufacture Prowess

Is met with Great Distress

Hypocrisies caress

 

When people polls said no

To Paulson’s Wall Street show

We were told it must go

By all those in the know

Or the world it will blow

 

When some polls disagree

For auto industry

At one thirtieth fee

Knower’s scream out “ You See!

It’s A bad plan for Thee!”

 

Politicians all jet

As do the Wall Street set

They Spill billions to let

Their executives get

Chartered planes with no fret

 

Is this a Double Standard that we face?

Tax dollars it pays from friends in high place

 

 

 

The Southern Pond

 

The Southern Pond

Sand Hue Blond

Once It Was Red

Fantasy Bled

 

Delilah Named

A Lake So Famed

For Cleanliness

Lovely Caress

 

Visitors Roam

Beaches Do Comb

Tangle And Muss

Accenting Fuss

 

While Scissor Kick

Never A Prick

Of Human Harm

Just Twangy Charm

 

Tree And Flower

Regain Power

Delilah Slice

Trim Line Real Nice

 

From Razor’s Edge

Neatened The Sedge

Extreme The Pay

Groomed This Way

 

Night Passes By

When Sun Does Fly

Far Far Away

Return When May

 

Sun Receives Rays

Infrequent Days

Sent to Beyond

From Southern Pond

 

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