Wednesday, December 07, 2011
Rocco and Special-Hate Jimmy
Over egg and pepper sandwiches at Celebre’s
JIMMY
I must be slipping. Saw a Republican on CSPAN I didn't immediately despise.
ROCCO
You are, Special-Hate! Won’t be long before you say: “You know, some of their ideas are not entirely idiotic.”
JIMMY
Don't hold your breath.
ROCCO
And--witness!--coming to the fore now, a Gingrich.
JIMMY
That sofa with eyes? He's as full of shit as a Christmas turkey.
ROCCO
Now now, patience! He can lose that stuffing, you know.
Anyway, what a generator of concepts! One a second!
A person gets quite dizzy.
JIMMY
Feather merchant. Carries a huge bag weighing about nothing.
ROCCO
My mother said if you can't say something nice, then ...
JIMMY
Okay okay! He's more personable than the usual insider thief.
ROCCO
That fills my Mom's prescription.
JIMMY
No mine. She was an Italian anarchist, incendiary follower of Enrico Arrigoni . Dad played bocce to get away.
ROCCO
Old school. We got iphones now.
JIMMY
So what? More things change.... Anyway, I'm better off talking directly, even to an imbecile like you.
ROCCO
Nicest thing you ever said to me!
JIMMY
I'm softening all right. There’s no longer a doubt.
ROCCO
Time to die?
JIMMY
Just about. Or walking around dead and not knowing it, like half the world.
All the isms exist in S Philly, even anarchism.
Labels: anarchism, Republican, Rocco, South Philadelphia
