Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Monday, May 16, 2022
The Bewitched
Somewhere in the South there exists a heap of discarded asbestos piled upon on a windy mountaintop next to a drum that contains leaking toxic waste, cracked skulls, and splintered crossbones. But someone, whose surname name ends with Inc., has shaded the visible mass with political and religious icons. The Christian cross overtakes the skull, the tablets of the Ten Commandments preempt the crossbones, and the American flag disrupts all reason, causing the pile to blend neatly into the surrounding scenery in the eyes of the bewitched. Sooner not later the masses creep up the mountainside with their children and i-phones to pay respect these symbols. "Breathe in these freedoms of our great Christian country", says the stupid patriarch to his stupid children, as they breathe into their little lungs the lies their father teaches them.