jpaulgorman

The Big Ignore Snore.  Insurrections have lost their edge, nothing like the French. Or the Lybians, lots of walking around, lots of chanting, lots of single file, some prayers.  Be interested to see all the tapes.  Tragic about that vet gal, God bless her and her family. These DCers are people to ignore, people to shun, people to avoid.  You will smell them, America is known for its collective bull dung detector.  There aren't that many cleaned brains.  Rational is the new intellectual, the intellectuals are out of intelligence.  They irrationally bore things to death in think tanks. Spoiled ruiners, they ruin for sport, they ruin sports.  Five rings of a cartoon, the ratings are fake, they are worse than reported.  The middle finger don't work on the middle class.  Time is ours, we devote it freely.  We spend it how we want.

Spy, spy, put me on the list, rip off my mask and read my lips. Cry, cry, stand with a fist, dwell on the past, get all pissed. Divide, divide, go inside, lock up the doors, run and hide. Alright, alright, pick a side, take it no more,  gonna multiply. Peeking through your windows, looking through your screens. Wonder what they do with all the things that they see. Listening through your walls, bugging all your halls. Even your private noises, your primal screams and calls. Signs, signs, ignore them too, whizz right by, you know what to do. Times, times, find your own news, the true kind, the kind that's true. Pretend, pretend, it was way back when, chicks were chicks, and men were men. Amend, amend, we will defend, through stones and sticks, and the boogieman. EADEx4 ADx3 EDA

This is beyond protocol, the robots are shut off, the inspectors are milling around, the bureaus are active.  Alert the commission, they'll want to know.  Minds are gone, off and away, in the clouds, unseen rationality of the outsiders.  The sense of the common folk. The Cootie War has begun.  Variants are awaiting word, ready to take it to the vaxxes, the sneaky injectors, the poisoners, hysterical maniacs with everything to lose.  As many jabs as you can handle, unlimited.  Certified and stamped on papers.  Cooties are being hunted down, the few that get past the immunes are shot on site, sometimes twice, even three times. General Johnson disagrees with General Johnson, Major Moderna don't care, he's flanking something, enlarging somewhere, and Rear Admiral Pfizer has a real problem with the Deltas, no way they'll stop the Alphas, the Alphas swim upstream, they go for the DNA Strands.  Nothing they can do then, they lose the DNA Strands, they l...

This virus data is whacked.  Numbers appear, but they seem sketch, they seem random, they seem manipulated.  Regardless, the idiots talk.  Nothing is that weird about green tea.  Debunk the mights and maybes, use your brain. Logic is flawed, assumes too much, any benefit of the doubt is enough.  Apparently.  Play your own odds, keep your cards down, rats are at the table.  They peek with the sideways eyes, they peep.  Sweat beads above their lips, dead giveaway. The cheaters are in charge of the cheating for sure.  Cut those corners, look the other way, grease the gears.  The best place for deception is out in the open, unsuspecting, in the faces.  Audacity of mope.  Beware, the frowners are around.

Got no jokes, but funny things occur.  Starts with the looting.  Angry envy, there are no starving looters.  None that I've seen.  The Stoics say give anger a day of thought before taking action, let the envy simmer, let it sizzle a little. The authorities have demanded your papers, whip out the passports.  Or, you'll be reported.  And being reported is all we need to figure out the group of rational citizens.  Don't ask, don't tell.  Get the fuck out. Is the NBA still on?  Gave up Coke, or any other fizzed up, sugared up liquid.  Keep your dignity, folks.  It's essential and required.  Opportunity is usually found, it rarely knocks.

Scene of the crime, the Missouri Botanical Gardens.  Illegal beauty.  Acres and acres of green, serene, lush, maintained grounds.  Goddess statues and stories, a tropical dome, lily pad ponds, trees of every origin, and Robert Shaw's Italian villa.  Nature's best face. Surrounded by red brick structures, red bricks all over.  This town is crumbling.  Louie, Louie, oh no, me gotta go.  Ayi-yi-yi-yi.  Dump your old dreams into the Mississippi River, send them to the sea. Narrow are the roads, tense are the neighborhoods.  No quaintness.  Broken cars and broken windows.  The Spirit of St. Louis is dull and despondent.  Dim. 

  The trailer industry is booming.  Load up on cash, some traveling money.  We'll hit the Oklahoma fruit and vegetable stands on the way back.  They're all over.  Must be good business, everybody needs to eat. This road was paid off long ago, but the Turnpike Tollway circus continues.  Just as well, although they should round up to the nearest dollar, coins are a dirty hassle.  Could send along the suggestion, but the stubborn Okie Turnpike Authority wouldn't listen to a Texan even if the math is better.  They'll get the same traffic at $3 that they get at $2.75. Funguns and beef jerky made a fine meal.  Way better than Country Bob's in St. James, Missouri.  Despite the billboard promising hand cut steaks, the place reeked of moldy, milky mildew and wet cigarette butts.  Questionable ventilation, questionable sanitation standards, questionable all around.  Oh well, on to St. Louis.      

The day after, early start, late finish.  Firecracker aftersmell, we showed them last night, we declared.  All the twisting, all the bias, all the larceny, the tyrants had their run.  The professional government, the real shakers, the in-betweens, the oozing kings, the slippery queens.  Prepare the feathers, cook up some tar. Bring back common sense of the common mind.  The brilliant have squandered their opportunity, they are brilliant no longer.  Inventors take over, make something outlandish.  Prevailing thoughts should be your own, don't believe the dimmers, the end of the worlders, the fretters.  Rest easy. Keep the spirit of '76, twelve generations strong.  American stories full of hope, cursed with despair.  We shall overcome again and again.  Collective of independent minds beginning to howl together.  The general mood.