Errol Flynn he laughed
Christ dad Flynn a Douglas Fairbanks wannabe when was the last time Errol Flynn came up in
a conversation youve had
Not in a long time . . .
talk radio reverberated out of an
aluminum outbuilding two yards downhe recognised the treble timbre
the cadence from when he worked as a carpenter(Jesus Christ was a carpenter he
was fond of saying) Rush Limbaugh pig squealing he could never get beyond could
never tolerate he accosted the other carpenters and laborers of being idiots
louts You guys dont even vote yet you listen to his horseshit if you were
slightly informed youd realise Limbaughs in it for the money he has the
legitimacy of a pimp
Yeah well ever occur to you you might be surrounded by
Johns
Every fucking dayI dont need to
be reminded by his callow incendiary posing
Id love to shove one of his cigars up his ass And hed love it toomight bitch about the
first couple of inches but his balls would quiver to the next bits and the bang
bang bang thrusts I can imagine him pushing back to take more of itdisappointed
balls werent slapping against his
You ought to watch your tongue
You watch itYou got something to
say to me when you ante up at the polling place and can talk about something
more than pussy and tools and trucksChrist Half the time I wonder if any of
youve got a pulse and aint just talking zombies
. . . Not in a long time
And then you bring him up when I
ask you your thoughts about Castros death
Hell yah I remember Flynn was really
pissed off at CastroCastro killed off gambling in Cuba Flynn was Where the hell
am I supposed to go now
Why would any of those things concern himthey had nothing to do with him gambling
So did you see Batistas overthrow as a bad
thing
He was better than Castro
brainwashedYou understand Castro had to
contend with an American body politic that wanted him dead CIA hundreds of
assassination attempts America couldnt care less for the Cuban people themselves
weve beat them senseless with our embargo blockade El bloqueo foot on their throat
Son you dont screw with the
United States
Nah No matter that we generously tout ourselves in history
schoolbooks Were as benign as Stage Four cancer around the world
It could be worse son You could have been born in another country
to somebody else
Nah that wouldnt have happened I shove down the guy ahead of me in line when
I saw over your shoulder there was a bereft black couple next
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