Friday, December 07, 2007
All Y'all immigrants Come on down!
Last night I had me this dream. I was either a dial phone or the cylender of a revolver and when all the numbers get dialed or the bullets got shot, I was going to die. I kept waking up alive, so I must have had the wrong number or nothing to shoot at. Or perhaps the dream meant something else; Like a grocery list or a pachinko machine. No matter, because I've decided that I want to give up my place in this great society to some foreign immigrant family and get the fuck out of here. How come? Well the season Political advertisements is a good time to plant a foot. If that isn't a good enough reason to beat it, give public radio a listen; you are sure to get a hint that this country is running on empty. Point? You want proof? OK today I was listening to Mrs. Francis Ford Coppola who since she had that job in 1992 can't possibly still be hitched up to the famous filmster. Anyway, Mrs. C. was going on about how Mr. C. while making the giant movie Apocalypse Now which is a film adaptation of the novel Heart of Darkness by Mr. J. Conrad except set against the American adventure of Vietnam. Now, I don't think the movie was really supposed to be about what it turned out to be about, it just got that way because certain actors like Mr. Marlon Brando and M. Dennis Hopper were so messed up on either being too fat or too fucked up on dope to do the job of work they had been hired to do, that Mr. F.F.C. just had to write in new parts and change the whole idea of the film thereby spending millions of dollars or I should say wasting millions of dollars making a film that I could never watch which probably means it was pretty good theatre but also means it is so wastefully American that it makes a guy like me who is down to his last dime want to bail out of this pit of paranoia and hit the dusty roads of the established third world with my pension paid in gold a rifle made from brown wood and blue steel, a sharp knife and a local dog. Do I sound too conservative? No. I'm not conservative. I'm just not blind to the fact that I don't belong here anymore and I just as soon spend my days in a bear free zone. That's my desire, so you know some nice Africans or Chinamen or Chicanos who want to buy a house near a beach, a couple of cars some American clothes and a guitar collection. Tell them to wire firstname.lastname@example.org I ready to deal.