Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Ex-Folkies
-Well, how does that handle feel, Vandal?
-Comfortable enough.
-Back when we dug the music, we were gonna
change the world!
-I was willing, but then Dad died and Mom wifted
to Palm Beach. Nobody was running the outfit, so
I stepped in. I mean, leave it to the bankers, brokers,
and lawyers and you’ll be raped blind.
-Amen. I never stepped out. Even when we two shared
folkie wisdom I stayed on the phone with the family.
Now the blogs want us guillotined because we pay
no taxes–-allegedly.
-It's a complex picture and you can't really explain complexity.
It operates on Faith. And bribes.
-In one seminar in grad school, prof claimed economic show
we have now is unsustainable. Something’ll detonate!
-Revolution? I expect that. But maybe in ten, fifteen years.
-I'd say sooner. Huge marches on Washington, etc.
Turning violent everywhere! And our solders
and national guardsman won't fire on...
-That's where you're wrong. Thousands killed.
-Well, you can't kill everybody.
-Wrong again. You can. What's the difference? Get rid of
the bitching work force and bring Indian units in.
Our stability will come when most of the workers
are Indian.
-Man have you gone Right!
-Just factual. And I’m not playing the Trombone of Freedom
like the charlatans.
-O the humanity!
-Wide-gauged like this, you’re in love! A boy or girl this time?
-He’s a complete heartbreaker!
Labels: folkies, Republicans and Wealthy, revolution
