Constellational Flatulence

Barack Obama's birth certificate was linked on the internet:

http://images.dailykos.com/images/user/3/BO_Birth_Certificate.jpg

This is real interesting to me because I haven't gotten the sense that I knew the man well enough to vote for him to become the President of the United States. That state-of-being has now come to a standstill. Seeing the content of his birth certificate set the internal zodiac I installed over a twenty-year period through visualization into e-motion.

Soon enow, I'll have more flippant, instantly created, totally unbelievable folderol to say about Obama than the civilized world will be able to cope with. "Shut up! Just shut up, you blithering idiot! Don't say another word."

God, I just love it when the tough get going. Don't you?

From the very gitgo, what I write will be intentionally plausible, but weak and eerily unconvincing. Many people don't grok the weak force, and it catches them off-guard through their institutionally manufactured confidence and snobbish disregard for understatement. A mere slip of a youth slips away and melds into the gathering crowd. I'll suggest possibles that will really seem more possible than other possibles, but will be the same ol' fixed-sign crap re-worked to fit the quickly changing scene of the crime. Why reinvent the wheel if you're just gonna install it on the same ol' worn-out Conestoga?

My outlook has been transformed by recognizing what some existentialists call a species-wide flaw, and the weary, snail-like matriculation of it has required me to slowly reframe my experiential database to take advantage of the changing landscape. The new way with me is always the old way with only the mere pretense of added value. A sprig of garnish to hide the lumps in the gravy? After all, who can top original sin as the be-all and end-all of metaphoric ranting?

I wrote this poem a while back and reedited it this morning.

It's a gray, chilly morning.
I still hear the dim warning,
to do nothing real silly,
and just wait.
But, it woke me quite early,
and I felt a bit squirrelly,
So, I just decided to
get crazy
and tempt fate,
Then, I screamed
out in anguish
attempting
to vanquish
the pain in my
wine-sodden pate.
Why pretend to
some fancy,
and start getting antsy
when I am forever
and always a day late.

I can forgive all
those great apes
who once pillaged,
and got raped,
and then descended
and learned
to cut trees.
True, they caused global warming
by corporate farming
and poisoning the air
as they pleased.
But, it's not just by dumb luck
that they don't give a fuck
or wax sadly for
our mutual dis-ease,
for we created The Fall
predicted by all
when we
ignorantly killed
all the bees.

Original [Mar. 24th, 2008|12:49 pm]