"A country that hides things is a country that is afraid of getting caught."
President George W. Bush, April 13, 2004
Thursday
Monday
Only In Dreams Is This Normal
Two nights ago, I remember dreaming about being "at work," some type of office/corporate business environment and “the government” arrived to pick up the people selected for military duty. I remember thinking that this had become normal and I guess my time had come due. At some point in the future, federal officials would arrive at your home or work to pick you up when it was your time. You know the officials, dark suits, dark glasses, and officious tone. Direct.
Much is hazy until I recall being in uniform, outside, some place warm, by the sea. I am among many new recruits. I recognize the New Zealand national flag. Somehow we’ve been shipped to New Zealand for ‘training.’ Welcoming us were women soldiers of New Zealand, I suppose. Instead of barking orders, we were greeted with sympathetic hugs, and welcomes.
So last night, I’m playing bass for the Rolling Stones – in concert. It’s quite exciting and oddly normal. There’s Keith, Mick and Charlie. I don’t have a clue how to play the songs or what the set list is. Keith walks up and says, “Don’t fucking worry about it, nobody gives a shit.” Later, Keith and Mick and I are in a grocery store and Keith and Mick have very little consideration of others and very bad manners. Their behavior is appalling yet quite funny. At one point, Keith whips out a straightedge razor and snorts a huge line. The both look like hell, they smell even worse.
People are falling all over themselves to get closer to us. The cops have to be called in to control the fans. Next thing you know, we all have on women’s clothing and we’re trying to sneak out of the store. Mick finds the whole thing hilarious. Keith continues to get really wasted. Obviously, I’m along for the ride…of my life. Charlie loves the wigs. They've all done this before.
Much is hazy until I recall being in uniform, outside, some place warm, by the sea. I am among many new recruits. I recognize the New Zealand national flag. Somehow we’ve been shipped to New Zealand for ‘training.’ Welcoming us were women soldiers of New Zealand, I suppose. Instead of barking orders, we were greeted with sympathetic hugs, and welcomes.
So last night, I’m playing bass for the Rolling Stones – in concert. It’s quite exciting and oddly normal. There’s Keith, Mick and Charlie. I don’t have a clue how to play the songs or what the set list is. Keith walks up and says, “Don’t fucking worry about it, nobody gives a shit.” Later, Keith and Mick and I are in a grocery store and Keith and Mick have very little consideration of others and very bad manners. Their behavior is appalling yet quite funny. At one point, Keith whips out a straightedge razor and snorts a huge line. The both look like hell, they smell even worse.
People are falling all over themselves to get closer to us. The cops have to be called in to control the fans. Next thing you know, we all have on women’s clothing and we’re trying to sneak out of the store. Mick finds the whole thing hilarious. Keith continues to get really wasted. Obviously, I’m along for the ride…of my life. Charlie loves the wigs. They've all done this before.
Tuesday
"It's so obviously the truth what Kerry said, and the Republicans are just having fun with it -- everybody knows it's true. . . In the last six or seven months, I've been in Africa, the Middle East, Asia and Europe. I've met with leaders in all of those regions, and they have overwhelmingly -- not unanimously but overwhelmingly -- said that they hope that there's a change in leadership."
Richard Holbrooke on John Kerry’s assertion that world leaders support his candidacy
Richard Holbrooke on John Kerry’s assertion that world leaders support his candidacy
Thursday
Branding the Un Brand Able
Tears from behind eyes dreaming
Of heroes turned bums
Laid naked before children
Their intuition tuned toward the obvious
Sympathies intact but waning
In face of pathetic begging and ingratiations
A friendly front despite harmful data
Oh, but does time erode our mountains
In all fairness
We have lived our moments
Of the dreams that have already come true
For that time (of inexperiences)
But as we individually evolve
So must those dreams
Because if “the future is now”
Then us visionaries and futurists are unemployed
Tears from behind eyes dreaming
Of heroes turned bums
Laid naked before children
Their intuition tuned toward the obvious
Sympathies intact but waning
In face of pathetic begging and ingratiations
A friendly front despite harmful data
Oh, but does time erode our mountains
In all fairness
We have lived our moments
Of the dreams that have already come true
For that time (of inexperiences)
But as we individually evolve
So must those dreams
Because if “the future is now”
Then us visionaries and futurists are unemployed
It’s the children of like age
Who specifically rip my heart to shreds
The ‘missing’ is incomprehensible
Yet the relief of being off duty
Only serves guilt in grotesque portions
Yeah, you didn’t receive a tip
Because you shorted me a penny
If you have the temper for it
Mass transportation is a viable alternative
Jitter fumbling phones
Suits, suits and more suits
I cannot stand the sight of
The standard-issue sell-out motherfuckers
The devil in me is the devil in us all
It’s us as a company of
It’s not ‘they,’ it’s ‘us’
You have to be careful with your team
Caught out in the proverbial rain
Like an addiction to Jesus Christ
At least that’s the company line
In the company of converts
Who specifically rip my heart to shreds
The ‘missing’ is incomprehensible
Yet the relief of being off duty
Only serves guilt in grotesque portions
Yeah, you didn’t receive a tip
Because you shorted me a penny
If you have the temper for it
Mass transportation is a viable alternative
Jitter fumbling phones
Suits, suits and more suits
I cannot stand the sight of
The standard-issue sell-out motherfuckers
The devil in me is the devil in us all
It’s us as a company of
It’s not ‘they,’ it’s ‘us’
You have to be careful with your team
Caught out in the proverbial rain
Like an addiction to Jesus Christ
At least that’s the company line
In the company of converts
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