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

immolated . . . by melancholy

resistant bit by bit

immolated 

by melancholy

  

                   a slow crawling                                                                                     

dull red coal that scavenges 

the moisture of tears                                                                                                                   scorches                                                                                                                                                the dry tortured tender beneath

deliberately

no sputtering

eating to its core vanquishing the pith where memories cling

                                                                                                  turning     and turning into 

morbid grey ash

she was bent

hurting

holding her elbows  

her fingertips white

                  he thought       and then he didnt try to get inside them       or pull them apart     

had he forced her 

he might have broken the only remaining rigidity 

                                                                                     that kept her    intact                    

and any attempt    now    to remedy it 

might have been more 

than she could possibly bear

                                                               their only choice was to tolerate her immolating 

melancholy

let a bridge   

                     let some deeply-held vestige slowly aggregate   contract    and then assume that which she had lost grip of

                    began Wednesday afternoon, June 4   completed 1954,  Friday,  6  6. 14