Friday, July 15, 2005

A SUDDEN RAINSTORM WASHED A LOT OF CHALK AWAY.   THE NUMBER OF THE DEAD IS 1761. I have work to do. Mike asked in a comment to the last black ribbons and chalk post "Where'd you find black chalk?" in reference to the black ribbons which now festoon the concrete revetments and supports of underpasses all around Tulsa. As I told him, it's not black chalk, not even washable tempera, tho' I bought some of that. It's flat black enamel spray paint. 97 cents per can at Lowe's. I've been tagging the black ribbon all over town, using a simple cardboard stencil,  mostly on highway. underpasses. I did this in broad daylight for a week or so, occcasional cops driving by and all but waving. Well, one cop finally did stop, invited me to take a seat in his car, and we had a nice chat. I mean that literally. I followed my plan for just such an occurance, and was friendly, polite, and forthright about what I was doing and what I meant by it. The policeman did not charge or arrest me. I think he liked what I was doing, but felt he had to do his duty and warn me that I couldn't tag every bridge support in town with my black ribbon. He took my info, checked to see if there was anything on my record, gave me his card, and let me go. I have to admit I've been much more cautious, even just chalking, since then. I succumbed to the urge to test my "WTF!" stencil, but other than that I have put my spray paint and stencils aside--for now.  I write this to warn all of you who have or might take up a piece of chalk or a can of spray paint in emulation of Dr. Omed the Night Chalker, that doing so puts you and yours in some risk, small, or large. If a policeman catches me on my rounds, he or she may not be as nice as the gentleman I last spoke to.  This is the substance of last night's sermonette, "What's it worth to ya?" We as a nation are now engaged in a psy-ops agit-prop war Red against Blue. As an "insurgent" blue living behind the Fox Curtain in Red America, I want to do my part (not as a suicide bomber of course but as an artist and a free man), but I also must protect and support my loved ones. My chosen family. I don't want to kill the Reds, I want to make their heads hurt. These people are my co-workers, neighbors, and family. I want to hit them below their collective archetypal belt and make them sorry they ever unleashed Dubyad upon the world. I want to noodge them in their unconscious conscience. I want to make them wake up and smell the corpses. I want to make them cry. As I cry, when I feel the death angel moving in the world.     11:50:02 PM    comment []

RAT FRIDAY GEORGE W. RATBASTARD IN RED AMERICA: MORE FUN THAN A BARREL OF MONKEYS 8:51:59 AM    comment []

THINGS TO DO WITH OLD GOD: HELPFUL HINTS FOR TURBIDEISTS   Old Testament:   Burning bushes are much more impressive than tiki torches.   Also handy as charcoal lighter for backyard barbeque.   Turn the water in your neighbor’s landscape pool with the noisy fountain into blood.   Impress your friends by turning their pet snakes into staffs.   Speaking of staffs, make that thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me (Psalm 23) stuff come true. No need for Viagra.   Smite the commuter talking on his or her cellphone while driving with a plague of locusts.   Restore dwindling and extinct species, and declining diversity of amphibians by calling on a world-wide plague of frogs.   Inflict boils on the enemies of your choice (how ‘bout…well, my list is too long.)   Unleash a storm of burning hail on your nearest Hummer dealership.   New Testament:   Cure the blindness of your boss or business associate by spitting in his or her eyes, and rubbing the spit and some dirt in real good with your thumbs. (Gospel of John, Chapter 9)   Polish windows and mirrors (Paul, Corinthians I:13).   Create a live action manger scene for Christmas that won’t add one cent to your electric bill.   Turn water into wine. Water into wine. Does it work the other way around? Who cares?   Raise the dead.   Rise from the dead.   Be the life of the party. (I am the resurrection and the life… (Gospel of John)   Become a moral cannibal. 8:29:34 AM    comment []