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Strange Days, Indeed (Other) by Bachus

Strange Days Indeed; Magazines, commercials, vacations, infomercials, credit card -- saviors, flashing electronic billboards flickering in every corner, America… Almost buddy, try the better half of the cultures -- on this planet. Here's a thought, currently on the planet Earth not only can you  still find indigenous tribes 4 feet tall that are half nude, live to only their mid 40's, and hunt monkeys with blow guns, but also; Less than a hour flight away, individuals that make 500 billion dollars extorting the hell out of every possible thing nailed down, or not, from a cell phone, or laptop. Now that’s some serious evilution. Perhaps Darwin did have a touch of the Devil in him after all for defining such a prospect? How's that for separation of church and state? Do we even need wonder why Bigfoot has been in hiding? With so many things to be deathly afraid of yet seductively enticed by, it would be a lie to say some 'thing' wasn't happening, and happening quickly to our world. Do you realize we were still riding horses, and other pack animals as transportation up until 90 Years ago, HELLO!? Now we're shooting rockets to Mars? Did I miss something? Did I fall asleep at the wheel? Is my Tasty beverage spiked with peyote buttons? The laws of Physics state every action has a reaction, but some how I can't find the original action of this phenomena for the life of me, or can I? Okay, so let me get this straight. We are flying around in propeller planes and then all of a sudden, after World War II, Tada, the jet engine, and mach 1? What the F%#@! was that? Alright, I guess I’ll Try to pretend WE REALLY DIDN'T find anything at Roswell, New Mexico. No aliens, no ship, nah, couldn’t have been. Why would we ever want to study alien engineering? We're the nice guys, we're the good guys, we’re America. We wouldn't sell that information to other countries that would in turn use those same weapons against us, would we? Look their goes a monkey, get it with the blow gun we borrowed from those Indians we 'accidentally' Small-Poxed into oblivion! If we wing it, we can sell it to a zoo or just stuff it as a trophy. Oh, here comes my Architectural Digest in the mail. I bet I can find some guy with more money than the entire population of Haiti (If there even is a Haiti in a year) building some remarkable declaration of sublime aristocracy. Yes, here's one now, Sir Bingo Gar, it says here Sir Bingo (recently knighted by the queen of Whateverland) plans to build himself the biggest castle ever seen on the smallest Island he can afford. It's going to cost 100 million, and is being furnished by Martha Stewart herself from a satellite phone from her prison cell. Yippy, and we all get the supreme privilege of witnessing it with him, vicariously, Isn't that the cat's widest meow to date? On tv this week? Absolutely everything you'd never want to watch: Priests that bugger bugs, children the fiddle priests, Jesus reflected off of a donut glaze in Prague, a new electric car that kills you before on coming traffic can, and a new dating Show were everyone finally whip out machine guns and get the love F%$#@$# over with first. Before boring us to death with current events from their home towns of Asshat, Idaho, and Lapsnorkle, Wyoming (Where the president goes to get his ten gallon boots and hats). On the radio more of the same. On the internet, ditto, but with extra tit pills and penis pumps. Henry David Thoreau, and Monty Python were right to “Run away, run away”, but once Osama's caught? There will be no safe place left to run to, and we will be forced to build rockets of our own, in our garages and basements, secretly. In fact, I purpose bomb shelters are a thing of the past. But Solar powered solo rocket ships? The next step in being fashionably brave yet hip and politically aware. Now, If we could only find a way to get some insurance on them, we'd be in business. Until then, one can still always pray that somehow GOD is in control. Look, I mean if G.W. Bush has enough faith in him, along with two third of our country's Christians, things can only get better in Jesus? I'm sure I'm just over-reacting, crazy, or being paranoid. What's the worst that could happen, besides the end of life on this planet as we've barely come to know it? A few more Nukes sold here, and there. A couple more high altitude stealth bombers, and we should all be about as snug as some bugs in a rug. I don't Know about you, but the middle of no where is starting to look highly appealing. Head shrinkers or not, I'm about to take my chances 'way' out 'there' with the Indians. At least until they discover Tide with Bleach and a million different ways to cook a fish in under 15 minutes.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 21-Mar-04/9:20 AM
No, they're right. He was sacked quite a while ago.




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