childs play

hopscotch drawn on a sidewalk with chalk

                                              crowned by a Sky Blue hemisphere

looking phallic

beauty is in the eye of the beholder 

it became a singular phallus he could tolerate

and he did

after all he drew it at his granddaughters request

                                                    she had it in her fast little mind that she wanted to play hopscotch with him and who the hell was he to deny her a very simple happy pleasure

                                                                                            childs play

in the long run 

its all childs play

the children have grown older  wiser 
and seemingly

terribly 
have outgrown the pleasant effortless of play

oldchildren are shackled by bitter judgment 

shackled by appearances and traps codified to maintain a status quomaintain its abject virility and cowness

he tossed his stone marker into the 1 square

--   NO NO 
            his granddaughter wanted to go first

--   Baby the deal was if I drew the hopscotch Id go first You cant renege on any deal youve made sweetheart

--   But I should go first Im a girl   Im a little girl

--   Ah Then you should have negotiated that when we talked about playing hopscotch  
If I drew it we agreed I would go first You could have drawn it and gone first

--   Youre cheating
 
. . . . . . . . . 


he hopped into the 1 square
 
--  Youre cheating grandpaw Youre a cheat Im telling my Mommie I dont play with cheaters

he look down into the face of his glaring granddaughter
 
he stood deliberately now  on both his legs 

he squatted down so they were facetoface eyetoeye

 
--   Last chance little girl You wanna reevaluate your words . . . You go into the house and tell your mother IM cheating You lie to her Youre going to be facing bigger trouble than this our disagreement your disagreement here 

I suggest you think real hard before you make your next move

quietly -- I want to go first grandpaw

-- Want is not need I understand you want to go first but Im going first as we agreed

tears began to well in her eyes her lower lip began to quiver

-- Not bad You practice that look in a mirror 

he picked up his stone 
stood up into his full height 
stepped outside the 1 square and tossed it in again
hopped in  snatched it up and hopped out again
tossed the marker into the 2 square  hop hop snatch hop hop turn toss hop hop hop snatch hop hop hop toss

then deliberately missed the 4 square -- Nuts
 
he walked over to his stone picked it up and turned there to take in her demeanor

her lips had relaxed

her eyes were still slippery wet

-- Any decision

quietly  -- I wanted to go first

-- That darling wasnt going to happen Are we playing or are you gonna stand there
pouting Trust me Not a good look on you

she picked up her stone
                          stood a moment longer before walking up to the edge of the hopscotch and dropped her marker 
   
she missed the 1 square

-- Wow I wouldnt have seen that coming in a million years My turn

he walked down to where she stood -- Pick up your marker please Its my turn again

cripples made better time than her but adamantly  slowly she retrieved her stone

-- I hate when my stone errs you might wanna find a better stone sweetheart Or fix your attitude Because Im playing hopscotch Even if I have to play by myself Take me at my word
Im good at playing by myself But Id rather play with you

he barely missed the 4 square again as was his aim

she laughed -- You missed

-- Dont get too tore up baby you just missed the square at your feet

she didnt miss it on her second try

Evidence was with patience

                             he was able to tolerate a phallus and petulance at once

its all childs play

1506,  Saturday,  8  3. 14

predisposed

or inseminated by Balbo                                                                                                                      the American Right continues its retro-climb back into History

                                                                                  when you come up on your own ass 

and dont recognize it   when you yank it down  pull it aside  or run-over it in your intransigent haste

THATS ON YOU MOTHERFUCKER

you deserve what you sow

Balbo who?                                                                                                                                      been dead awhile

but his mindset . . . his fascism . . . his scent still permeates the air

“ . . . above all, how can one practice violence and preach respect for all opinions? The truth is one. Who believes that he possesses it must defend it with his life. And whosoever does not believe that he possesses truth in himself, absolute and unique, cannot be a fascist . . . it appears to me absurd that others do not think like me.”

                                                                                                  Italo Balbo, March 2, 1922

Yup

same cat  Il Duces Air Marshall  Benito Mussolini  Corporatism    aw comon   it hasnt been that long . . . World War Two still colours our collective consciousness   as evidenced  or we wouldnt have howled that September 11 was another Pearl Harbor . . . it wasnt . . . the same cat who flew at the head of 24 military seaplanes and later landed in Lake Michigan for the celebration of Chicagos 1933 Worlds Fair – Century of Progress

                                                                           

Balbo Drive  Seventh Street was renamed for him  exists still   and is potholed and in need of repaving 

Balbo would concluded his latter insouciances with a Roman–style salute and then hawked up what was his fascist cry: “A Noi!” *

                                  I cant refute that . . . his slander continues to be annoy-ing to-day

2207,  Sunday,  8  6. 14

* “To Us!”

Yes I was incensed                                                                                                                        though often Im incensed when I hold things up to standards that have been allowed to 

slip and erode 

because the Faithful 

those who once had our backs 

because we were they                                                                                                   

refused to pushback against the formation of untoward business practises 

and for their short-arms were bought off by folding-money to pad their pant-pockets or 

stuff seasnake-leather billfolds they kept over their hearts inside their silk Sport jackets

short-term 

they prospered . . . Faithfully

they bought their shit 

and parked it in their driveways and masturbated to them through their bathroom-windows-off-their-master-bedrooms 

overlooking the white concrete that ran under their three-car garage-mounted basketball hoops

 

they were assisted

                        and were Faithfully subservient

then Faith-based assistance became warped  furthur  by Government programs spun off organizations which became vogue under an espoused Compassionate Conservatives Administration

his first Executive Order: #13199

                                         

those programs  occurring in Third World Countries  were coerced by mounds of ca$h and submitted its people to prude sexual practises 

as the while  Stateside  they were incurred by rural whites whose flipside were black faced reflections borne out in the broken mirrors of our Inner Cities . . .                                                                                                                                                

its never funny when one realeyeses what money can buy

                                                                                                                  and incensed             

I have no time or patience for fraud 

I am part of a sect who recognizes and seeks to inspire Fate-assisted programmes

say . . . an insurance underwriter cheats someone out of their coverage   denies them        

and then following suit every other insurance companies underwriter who is pursued also 

shuns them coverage   for 3 years . . .                                                                                                             

                                                                it is somewhat akin to mental healthcare providers  

those psychologists and psychiatrists who  pursued for malpractice  are upheld and protected 

by their Industry and its practitioners  they hardily keep one anothers backs

these are Just instances where bona fide Fate-assisters can step in 

                                                                                                                  Fate thereby bears 

the legitimacy Faith invokes

those cheating underwriters 

have tires on their cars

psych-rats have tires on their cars

 

and leaving work after a hard day and finding all of them flat    is unfortunate

Fate-assisted   icepicks to sidewalls   one tire at a time

                                                                therein lay the inventions of Faith-based vs Fate-based

 

Twosday,  3 6. 14