"KABOOM"

"How we could have won in Vietnam"

On the down side, note mushroom cloud in pix below, China, and the then Soviet Union might have taken a dim view of us tossing radioactive kilotons around in their back yard. Still as journalists say it would have made for a "full news day".

President Johnson considered it for a moment, and Nixon considered it for a tad longer which freaked out the government, and everybody else in the world. Fortunately the Cold War Criminal, wanted in several countries East, and West Henry Kissinger talked him out of it,...just.

Makes you wonder how our political class can have such blindness to consequences. Especially back in that era.

Heck if them nutters had their way south Asia would be a glowing crater, and G.I. vets would not only be fighting to get treatment for Agent Orange, but Radiation Poisoning too.

Btw did you know that the whole Korean war could have been avoided or at least contained to the inter-Korean border. That if our leadership took the warnings from China sent via the newly independent India seriously.

Seems our pals in the Peoples Republic of Walmart wasn't too crazy about having a major war on it's border. Well Washington ignored them, 'and' all the State Department "China Hands "as well. They said "Suck on This", and later went straight for the North Korea/Chinese frontier.

About a 1,000,000 dead people later folks like Allen Dulles, and company said "oops", and made plans for their next round.

Ya know just after the Cold War there was talk on both sides of the former Iron Curtain for trials. Aka like the Nuremberg proceedings after WW2. Pity we didn't do it. The Cold War Criminals, and their protégés went on to make the early 21st century a slaughter house.

After the current "Terror War" winds down we gotta have serious trials. War Criminals from 'Both' sides need to frog marched to the Hague. Shoved into the glass booth, and made to face their accusers.

Then maybe we'll get somewhere.

"...on the air"

I would sometimes go very far off into long digressions, and have to ask the audience what the hell I was originally talking about. They'd always call, and tell me.

"...fucked"

"The Easter Bunny Laid Off"

The "Federal Department of Fantasies, and Fictitious Characters" today in what will sure to be seen as a controversial move has laid off a number of it's employees. This is a cost cutting act which the administration was forced to take.

This because of the refusal by the Republican controlled House to pass the funding bill for the Fantasy Department.

Republican majority leader Himmler stated that funds for the department of fantasies was a "typical liberal waste of funds". Also that these resources were needed for far more "practical, and necessary projects" such as the "Mexican Wall".

The Easter Bunny the Sandman Tooth Fairy Batman the former Saint Christopher the Little Prince Peter Rabbit Santa's Elves, and a number of other beloved fictional characters were all contacted by email, and let go.

Santa, and Wonder Woman because of their importance to the democratic base were given temporary reprieves until fiscal 2018. Superman because of his connections with the Defense Department is for now exempt from these economic cuts.

Some because of high profiles such as Batman have already been hired by commercial interests. Others such as the Little Prince, and Peter Rabbit with smaller financial probabilities will likely retire, and enter private life.

Though there is the possibility of a small livelihood for a few magical characters through speaking engagements.

More on this story as developments warrant.

*******This just in. The Little Prince representing a number of the Fantasy Department's newly laid off is suing Republican majority leader Himmler.
Saying that his acts, and that of his party are Un-Constitutional.

This in that it violates the 1964 Civil Rights Act. Which now also protects fictional characters. In particularly those employed by the Federal Government. 

"...for the record" ..Sylvia is my Sister.

I wrote this about month after being rescued from the streets by my family. This near 10 years ago. I was still adjusting to a "normal" life of eating sleeping in a bed having a door I could lock. Above one of many photos of sun rises, and sun sets I took during my year on the streets.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++...

All my experiences from the last year, and some are catching up with me.

Hey I'm good,...good.

I'm in my new home, but I still think It's someone else's. I'm still trying to get used to being a person again. Strange. So strange is what I'd call my current life.

It's like I'm living in two worlds at the same time.

Out there, and in here.

These last year has been filled with dangers, despairs, hopes, and surreal adventures. I think I'm, supposed to be dead. I'm sure of that.

Perhaps of exposure on one of those cold nights on the streets or I was killed in that mugging.

Maybe so.

What's happened since. My being rescued by Sister finding a new home. All these things are shadows.

The reality is I'm still in that alley on the ground bleeding. That or curled up in a doorway or in Liberty Park waiting for hypothermia.

What I've lived since being found 'is' a dream within the few seconds before my death after I was attacked.

I have a fear I'll wake up at the very last moment. It will be night, it will be cold. I will be in that alley. I take a ragged breath, and drift into eternity.

'But I won't.

I'm here now. In a home that is mine. I have a life again. 

Sylvia Lewis I remember you had difficulty adjusting to having a bed. You slept on the floor behind the door with your books! Do you recall that?

Sidney Smith Yes. Yes I slept in a sleeping bag behind the bed room door with some books set up like a wall. I listened for sounds noises. When outside you were never safe...so you listened especially when resting. One didn't go into a deep sleep...that was suicide...

Sylvia Lewis That's when I began to understand the homeless psyche especially if you been out there awhile. I finally understood the spiraling down you mentioned.

Sidney Smith Being wet, and cold. These were the worse parts...never getting dry. Looking back I'm horrified, and have no idea how I managed any of it. However being there in it I was too emotionally numb...too busy to have rational reactions.

"...return"

Years of Absence day of Return" 

The other morning I had a vision, a momentary dream as I was waking up. In it I saw three Black children walking down a highway. An interstate somewhere in the American Midwest.

It was as if I were floating just above them following along. There was a young boy maybe 12, and wearing a "Yankee's" cap, a little girl 9 with a "Hello Kitty" back pack, and a toddler maybe 3 or 4 wearing an old fashioned Amish style sun bonnet.

The boy was pulling a red wagon of the type common for kids to have in the 1940's, and 50's. I had one, an "American flyer" with white walls. In the wagon sat the baby, and various pieces of luggage.

A little American flag fluttered from the back as the wagon bounced along. That flag though. It was an odd sort of thing,..the stars were blue, and the stripes were different.

Now the children, they were laughing, and singing as they walked. The youngsters spoke a musical sounding language to each other. Very sweet'n gentle like.

Imagine old time Harlem hipsters speaking "Jive" in middle English.

The boy began to sing a bright rhythmic hymn, and the little girl walked by him doing old gospel response, counter point. The baby was waving a feather at the sky.

As I say these young folks was walk'n, and headed for a town. Smokey Hill Kansas. It was just across the next bridge. Just another peaceful mid 21st century American town.

The morning traffic was starting to build. Though many cars had slowed their occupants staring in amazement at the children. The kids took no mind of them, they was used to gawkers by now, and continued on their way.

Still cars slowed, others stopped outright. All this for good reason. See these Colored kids, these Negro children was the first African Americans many had seen in decades. For some it was the 'first' they'd ever seen,..outside of old movies or picture books.

America, at least the "United States" part of it hadn't had any Black folks since that Day.

'The' Day.

It was maybe 40 years ago when all the Coloreds just up, and left. No one ever found out where too or why.

It was a particular Labor Day just after the desert war had ended. All the Negros, all the slave descended decided as one...to leave. They left their houses, their cars, business's, lawn sprinklers, everything.

Well almost "everything."

They took their pets. Yes they did. They took them to wherever they went off to. All their dogs, cats, birds, gold fish, and hamsters. They didn't take no snakes though. Black folks don't like no snakes. That's a fact!

Anyway 300 years of slavery, and another 100 or more of phony "freedom" would piss anybody off. So away the Coloreds went. Nobody has seen any of 'em till today. Till these three children peacefully walking down Route 24.

Ya know this sort'a thing has happened before or so I hear.

Over there in Russia where they treat the Jews bad. There's stories of whole villages vanishing. When the Cossack's came for their monthly murder, rape, and robbery they found empty towns. No Jewish folks, not one.

I hear them Nazi's had the same "problem" sometimes.

But in this case seems 'some' tormented folks had decided to come back to visit the Earth. Some Coloreds have come back to America to find out if the folks here had learned anything while they was gone.

Some, just a few, just for now.

Years of Absence,..Day of return.

To be continued.

"...1938"

"Why Can't Life be like a Movie?"

Maybe I should clarify.

Why can't I be in a 'happy' movie. Most of what ya gets these daze is either stupid or evil. Zombie, vampire mailmen that suck your brains out through ya eye sockets. That or surreal love stories about rich butt-holes that fuck a lot, and drive 1938 Bugatti's.

Nah, I wanna live in one of them hopeful Capra fantasies.

The kind where some good hearted yokels go through some contrived bleeped up whooie, but in the end all's well.

I want to be the crusading Teacher, Pastor, or Reporter. There's always one of these swell guys wear'n a cool hat in the script. Always fighting for the innocent!

Usually some old guy is losing his farm or a bunch of cute depression era kids are about to be dumped into an evil orphanage.

The farmer might go to the glue factory, and the kids could get sodomized, flogged, and generally bleeped to hell, and back.

Somewhere in all this I gets to make this passionate speech, or sermon or editorial. This usually saves everybody, and I get the girl or boy in the end.

In the final scene gramps is on his farm knee deep in pig shit, and the kids are back on the block stealing stuff, and breaking windows.

'All happy as junkies that stumbles onto 50 kilos of China White. (...uncut.)

The music swells, and the credits roll.

What could be better. That, and no one has to see the messy contradictions of the film's characters getting on with everyday life. Then the lights come up, and you go out into the dreary hell of your real life'.

This is why we love movies so much, and why I wants to live in one.

(...Okay yeah it's always only white people same as now, but we can re-write.)

The dream world that these flickering phantoms live in. Their universe, their eternity is one that has never, 'ever' had a backed up toilet or a dead body in floating the sink.

"...dream"

"Every Dream has a Price."