25.12.23


he woke this morning and from bed looked at the black steel locked gun locker and the cardboard boxes atop it

      made him smile

few weapons tons of ammunition   reloading supplies
                                                           on parhe believed with slavish white Christian national zealots
which made him laugh too
                           made him think of Jack Nicholsons Joker  Wait till they get a load of me.
though he hadnt Nicholsons maniacal laughter

rather his was tinged with cold reasoned lethalness

   what also made him smilelaughtickled him was his accumulation Was tha the right word his collection   hobby

in the boxes above were hunreds and hunreds of original panels hed scissored from the Minneapolis Star & Tribune Bloom Countys Doonesburys Calvin and Hobbes Far Sides Guindons Oliphants politicalsocial commentaries astute scathingwry observations that helped informhone his developing ideologies
                                                                               which he may not have developed had he not been an avid newspaper reader growingup  hed been a ridiculous ten-year current events paperboy  you can take the boy away from the paper but you cant take the paper out of the boy
he was madeup of blood and newsprint ink
wasnt paper mache
                      wasnt a sucker for straw men  smelled one  rudelytactlessly eviscerated the argument
his mother taught himsometimes with a crack in the back of the head with her hand  Do not to suffer fools gladly

she was ruthless Cut them down in their tracks.

like he cutpunctuated silhouettes at the shooting range
                                                           while there hoping theyd be the only silhouettes hed have to cut


   So what were they

hobbies   collections   accumulations
cold comfort
before 0700,  Monday – Christmas,  25  12. 23
1806,  Monday

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