Asshole
whoever they were they had
followed up behind him far too close and when he stoppeddead in his tracks the passage too arresting they hit him with their car and he flopped
heavily willfully on top their hood
he heard them creeping behind himhe
could almost hear their breathing their giggle as they thought theyd sneakup on
himblow their hornfrighten him but they
had no idea how many drivers thought they could frighten him not understanding that reading didnt make him
deaf or negate his other senses
it was too bad he couldnt negate
assholes
You, motherfucker the driver said
as he got out of his car looking at his dented hood you’re gonna pay for damages.
You hit me
. . .
And if yadont get yer ass back in
yer car right now Im gonna hit you and aint no bodyshop gonna be able to
correct the damages Ill inflict Youll
need a really good plastic surgeon
. . .
Count your blessings asshole
ordinarily he wouldnt have let
this Bozo get under his skinthereve been many more assholes than people might
think hed been clipped by car
mirrorsdrivers trying to unnerve him by passing real real close
too bad he didnt carry a
brick
in the canvas bookbag slung over his shoulder the weight inside it was other books he wouldnt throw a book at a car he had too much respect for books but mebbe he would start carrying a brick he had several left over from the mulch pit he fashioned in his backyard Mebbe
in the canvas bookbag slung over his shoulder the weight inside it was other books he wouldnt throw a book at a car he had too much respect for books but mebbe he would start carrying a brick he had several left over from the mulch pit he fashioned in his backyard Mebbe
the asshole smart got back in his car after despondently eyeing the depressionthe groove
in his hood then with some reluctance he
backed up his vehicle because he wasnt stepping out of the road
Bozo drove around him
he may have contemplated
vehicular manslaughter but he didnt have the balls had he the balls they would have had a fist
fight but maybe showing up late for work
with his face busted and bleeding wasnt the best idea
he may also have thought this wasnt the hill to die on
he may also have thought this wasnt the hill to die on
while on the other hand he was willing to die on every gawddamn hill he found if for nothing more than
it affording him a better overlook of his surroundings
what heeled himhad brought him to
a stop was a passage from Galeanos Open Veins of Latin America
he just started reading it
page twentythree ten pages in
“The Crown was mortgaged. It owed all of the silver payments (from
Potosi, now Bolivia), before they
arrived, to the German, Genoese, Flemish, and Spanish bankers. The same fate
befell most of the duty collected in Spain itself: in 1543, 65 percent of all
royal revenues went to paying annuities on debts. Only in a minimal way did
Latin American silver enter the Spanish economy; although formally registered
in Seville, it ended in the hands of the Fuggers, the powerful bankers who had
advanced to the Pope the funds needed to finish St. Peter’s, and of other big
moneylenders of the period, such as the Welters, the Shetzes, and the
Grimaldis. The silver also went to paying for the export of non-Spanish
merchandise to the New World.
"The rich empire had a poor
metropolis, although the illusions of prosperity blew increasingly large
bubbles into the air. The Crown kept opening new war fronts, while on Spanish
soil the aristocracy devoted itself to extravagance, the priests and warriors,
nobles and beggars, multiplied as dizzily as living costs and interest rates.
Industry died with the birth of great sterile latifundia, and Spain’s sick
economy could not stand up to the impact of rising food and merchandise that
was the inevitable result of colonial (military) expansion. The big rise in
public expenditures and choking pressure of the overseas possessions’ consumer
needs accelerated trade deficits and set off galloping inflations.”
Hmm
sounded like todays pious Republicans who enabled
Drumpfs tax cuts for Corporate America and the wealthiest Americans who without
sleightofhand or brusque announcement had no intentions of any money escaping
their grasp or trickle down through their watertight fists
and for his keen amazement he got
tagged in the ass clown was probably shooting a video
with his cellfone to post later
the driver was smart not to challenge
him
his ire was compounded
and
compounded he had eight arms eight fists and lusted for the wet of hot
blood even if it was his own his toes
overhung a dark precipice
sometimes a madness in him tried to thumb an anonymous ride
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