Well, here's what happens to smart guys -- they get accosted in the wee hours by familiar ghosts, screaming stuff like "loathing isn't enough any more!" or "wake up, straight arrow -- the last forty years of prog blither was dead wrong! all this 'please -- for your own safety -- step away from whitey's mind' was pure crap!"
That's what Hunter T's sprite tried to convince this reporter of last night, from behind the waggling barrel of a long-nosed .44 magnum -- a real, fully loaded .44 magnum, BTW, as I discovered when he let it dop to the floor and it went off, putting a round into my acrylic on velvet painting of Daffy Duck. Some kinda poltergeist, eh?
At the time, I shrugged him off with a "sure sure sure... whatever." In my book it never pays to let a geist like that know he's gettin' to ya.
But then, in full daylight, comes forth on my PC screen this Bill Fletcher dude posting up at the Black Commentator a gitty rehash of "the Number Two party is uz" line, and, moments later, still reeling, I'm reading my favorite tiny goo-goo, Bobby Reich, adjuring Nancy and her gang to be "of service to the people."
Alas, unlike Hunter, I'm not handy with a .44.
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Comments (3)
You need it more than ever, JSP. Here's another evil farce.
Posted by J. Alva Scruggs | October 25, 2006 10:11 PM
Posted on October 25, 2006 22:11
this is a simple registration of futility
what does it take to light the comment panels round here??
i'm postin' up tomb stones
but for the razz of scruggery ....
i need some guidance...
and btw
don't bother to say "something different and better smuck face"
that i figured out all ready
Posted by js paine | October 28, 2006 1:22 PM
Posted on October 28, 2006 13:22
The further away you get from the idiot binaries of our national comfort-narrative discourse, the fewer correspondents and interlocutors you'll have.
Posted by J. Alva Scruggs | October 28, 2006 10:01 PM
Posted on October 28, 2006 22:01