Brother Speaks Out For Other Brother

All of the old-world Policia… the Gestapo… the Third Reich… they are gone, right? The Mafioso; The Communists… the tsars and the despot kings of olde… Gone… right? Attila… dead! This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius… The Age of Enlightenment… a thousand years of peace… right? Shangri-La… What’s so funny ‘bout peace love and understanding ? (ala N. Lowe) How can there still be a group of bony old men, slinking around in large, dark rooms full of electronic eyes and hidden ears… watching the world on their giant screens, stalking us, plotting to control, to dominate, to subjugate, to rule over us like the despots of old. Just where are all those corrupt old f*cks? Is J. Edgar still alive? Is Nixon’s head speaking to us from a jar? Has Kennedy’s pickled brain been hot wired directly into Deep Blue’s mainframe? Is Dick Cheney buying future ocean-front lots hundreds of miles inland… so that he can sell the properties when global warming raises the oceans 315 ft, world-wide… (in about 800 years)? Is Elvis (the stuffed version) really on display in a middle-eastern trading post, on the edge on the Omani Desert? Did Elvis really die sitting on the toilet? Do fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches make your upper lip curl and sneer (I know it does mine)? I wonder if Tiger Wood’s penis pays for rental space while he is on road trips? Tiger says most of the girls were waitresses and he only tipped them. Still, I bet it’s fun being Wood’s wood… I’m straying, but let me repeat… The world may be regressing back to the days of (?) (pick a long dark period in history and go with it)… I will not be afraid to call Nixon and Elvis out and expose the yellow-green underbelly of systematic mass psycho-social reconditioning… (GLAZing: Geo Linear Awareness Zonking) huh? It’s always good to have ex-presidents and (mostly) dead crooners to herald as two prime examples of man’s pinnacle incarnations, come to save the world. But we know better… “…and we‘ll not get fooled again!” (ala, P. Townsend). Peace, then… m

RESPONSE FROM MAX:

I can understand exactly where you're coming from, M ... It's like critiquing someone's choice of music, and telling which of their CDs suck the most. I have no illusion that, by and large, life is filled with illusions. This table in front of me is perhaps not real. But it is real enough to put a good dent in me head if I choose to slam my head on it ... again.

It sickens me, and also makes me queasy-minded that this deal about Tiger Woods even stands next to news about the war, or some pro-public-option commercials. Maybe the feller shouldn't have gotten married if his loins were still requiring more blood than his brains. Maybe he should have stuck with his wedding vows instead of engaging in illicit activities with other than his wife, the mother of his children. Maybe a whole lot of us don't really reciprocate that idea, Tiger. We need you to tell what shoes and cars to buy ! Way to go Tiger !

Here's how it went, maybe : Tiger woods was having an affair with a waitress, say ... One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon. Exhausted, they fell asleep and woke up at 8 PM. Tiger hurriedly dressed and told his lover to take his shoes outside and rub them in the grass and dirt. He put on his shoes and drove home. "Where have you been?" his wife demanded. "I can't lie to you," he replied,"I'm having an affair with a waitress ! We had sex all afternoon. "She looked down at his shoes and said: "You lying bastard! You've been playing golf!"

Or maybe ... Tiger was was lying there dying, see ? His wife sat at the bedside. Tiger looked up and said weakly, "I have something I need to confess." "That's not necessary, " his wife said. "No," he demanded, "I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother !" "I know," she replied, "now just rest and let the poison work.

Tiger guy goes to his doctor's office and tells the doctor, “Doc, I got a BAD SITUATION. Every time I see a good-looking girl, my putter busts out of my pants !” The doctor tells him to wear two pairs of underwear and come back if it doesn't work. The next day Tiger goes back to the doctor's office and tells the doctor that it didn't work. So the doctor tells Tiger that he needs to wear three pairs of underwear and two pairs of pants. So the man decides to try one more time, but the next day he went back to the doctor and says it still doesn't work, so the doctor gives the guy a metal jock strap. The next day the doctor reads the morning paper headline, “WOMAN HIT BY METAL OBJECT -- MAN ESCAPES ON HAIRY GOLF CLUB !”

So all that is pretty important compared to wars and a significant amount of other unimportant things, like health care reform. I hate to be one to complain, brother, but I think a LOT of people WILL be fooled again. If they'll follow the likes of Sarah Palin around, they'll fall for ANYthing ...
You're right the things that are in question are as innumerable as the stars ...

MAX