he thought hed have timehe always
did when he died hed be muttering Wait I dont time right now got stuff to do usually meaning reading or writing
he
thought hed have time to begin a highbrow history published by Oxford University
Press What Hath God Wrought: The
Transformation of America, 1815 – 1843 he
wanted to confirmwithout a doubt that the contempt and despise he held for Andrew
Jackson wasnt misplaced or erroneous recently hed read Lincoln Steffens
It is our knowledge – the things we are sure of – that makes the world go wrong and keeps us from seeing and learning.
It is our knowledge – the things we are sure of – that makes the world go wrong and keeps us from seeing and learning.
but his
barbecue of Italian sausage roasted peppers and onions outside and inside
assembling a fresh potato salad fresh sliced tomatoes and basil were docking
himtaking him off the cerebral read
so he opteddownsized to scifi Head On
which isnt to say that
speculative scifi was truly downsizing
the two simply exercised a
different muscle in his brain
frankly God Wroughting and Head
On werent separated by much though he
could juggle the scifi abstract better while barbecuing assembling and slicing
than digesting historical hard facts and sociopolitical wrangling
who was he kidding
when he looked around himself going
between the outdoors and indoor he had hundreds of books on shelves in cabinets
stacked on tables on the floor his
library his antilibrary more books and memorable lines and words than
hed ever have time to read which
nevertheless didnt stopped him from acquiring more
when he died he wasnt leaving
money to his children and grandchildren (greatgrandchildren yet remained to be
seen although given the climatic
clusterfuck we seem intent to hand down and WE if were displeasedif we were
offended that nothing was being done except loose Lip Service to confront the impending
Horror then we ought to throwover the
governments that are the intention of the stratified Status Quo they are
people who believe in their spheres of influence armed spheres pharmaceutical spheres Elysiums that they can extend
theirs through and beyond the Calamity and out its other side -- there was a
game he played as a child Time Bomb you threw a black ticking sphere topped by a red
fuse back and forth and whoever had the bomb in their hands when it went offCLICK! not even BLAM! you were out of the game
– its not a game)
nothing in history as yet is comparable to us
handing off a BOMB to our unsuspecting generationgenerations its misery its dystopia
it was too soon to know if his grandchildren
wanted childrenhe didnt want greatgrandchildren a helluva admission not unless the myopic len and blinkers were taken
off and crushed not unless rampant militarism
Nationalism was defunded and those resources were turned like a loaded gun on
the gamboling tentacled monster meant to disfigure and consume us
nothing otherwise could convince him his family ought to suffer hell on Earth
he was leaving his family books and vinyl records and Art
his hardworking body and liberal mind never could wrap itself around selfishness or avarice
his Fortune was his want never outlegged his modest needs
1620, Twosday,
13 11. 18
1302, Thursday,
15 11. 18
795 days
remaining or less
Time Bomb
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZzZO-OZQCk