THE MADNESS OF THE MADNESS OF
THE MADNESS OF THE MADNESS.
The madness of the moth
flinging itself against the light bulb in the studio.
It's us.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The madness of big airlines in control of your life and destiny
restricting you from making a change of when to leave or arrive
The madness of search and seizure for anything that may be
a post 9-11 terror tool to take down a plane like a fingernail clippers or
file or scissors or a small bottle of shampoo or a tube of toothpaste or sunblock,
I've had it all confiscated before because of my refusal to follow their stupid rules.
The only thing I fear is the price of fares going up and all the penalty fees and extra charges added on just to check a piece of luggage.
And then I wonder if I'll see mine when I get off the plane or will it be missing when the rest of the passengers luggage comes down the conveyor belt?
Don't bring your own water bottle of good filtered water straight from your own tap because it too will be confiscated. They got one of mine.
Pass through each checkpoint and remove your shoes and empty your pockets and raise your arms up and spread your legs apart while they run the scanner up and down you from head to toe to see if you might be carrying a dangerous weapon or any such device that will be considered a threat to national security.
I've got a copy of Kurt Vonnegut's A Man Without a Country.
They will surely see that as a threat no doubt.
Any book or pamphlet or printout stating the real facts and telling the truth will be considered a threat to national security and you will be yanked out of line and held for questioning and interrogations afterwards and will have missed your flight.
Any piece of literature that questions the motives and actions of your own country will be considered dangerous material and you could be one of them even though you don't wear a mask.
The madness of it all just to get to Montana to see a cousin
who I shared better times with before all this came down and
a 90 year old aunt and uncle who grew up with the Model T and raised horses on the high plains.
I would choose to drive there but gas is high and i'm getting old and my eyesight ain't what it used to be and time is of the essence.
The madness goes on.
restricting you from making a change of when to leave or arrive
The madness of search and seizure for anything that may be
a post 9-11 terror tool to take down a plane like a fingernail clippers or
file or scissors or a small bottle of shampoo or a tube of toothpaste or sunblock,
I've had it all confiscated before because of my refusal to follow their stupid rules.
The only thing I fear is the price of fares going up and all the penalty fees and extra charges added on just to check a piece of luggage.
And then I wonder if I'll see mine when I get off the plane or will it be missing when the rest of the passengers luggage comes down the conveyor belt?
Don't bring your own water bottle of good filtered water straight from your own tap because it too will be confiscated. They got one of mine.
Pass through each checkpoint and remove your shoes and empty your pockets and raise your arms up and spread your legs apart while they run the scanner up and down you from head to toe to see if you might be carrying a dangerous weapon or any such device that will be considered a threat to national security.
I've got a copy of Kurt Vonnegut's A Man Without a Country.
They will surely see that as a threat no doubt.
Any book or pamphlet or printout stating the real facts and telling the truth will be considered a threat to national security and you will be yanked out of line and held for questioning and interrogations afterwards and will have missed your flight.
Any piece of literature that questions the motives and actions of your own country will be considered dangerous material and you could be one of them even though you don't wear a mask.
The madness of it all just to get to Montana to see a cousin
who I shared better times with before all this came down and
a 90 year old aunt and uncle who grew up with the Model T and raised horses on the high plains.
I would choose to drive there but gas is high and i'm getting old and my eyesight ain't what it used to be and time is of the essence.
The madness goes on.
Friday, August 15, 2008
The madness of sweltering heat in Noise City.
"Arf arf, bow WOW!"
yes, it's the dog daze of August here in the heart of N.C.
where blaring music from the roofers and hammers and saws from the
carpenters and the sirens and the yelling keep things lively here.
No, never a dull moment in old Noise City.
THE SKY IS MELTING!
No wait, that's just my eyeballs sweating....
"Arf arf, bow WOW!"
yes, it's the dog daze of August here in the heart of N.C.
where blaring music from the roofers and hammers and saws from the
carpenters and the sirens and the yelling keep things lively here.
No, never a dull moment in old Noise City.
THE SKY IS MELTING!
No wait, that's just my eyeballs sweating....
Thursday, August 7, 2008
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