- What's more American than the County Fair or in rural
America, the excitement of the carnival coming to town? The magic of the
midway of a summer's eve, the bustle of folks in from the farms and hills.
Cotton candy, popcorn, stuffed animals, the Merry-Go-Round, the Ferris
Wheel and the side show out back.
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- Terrorism---"act of terrorizing, or state of being
terrorized; a mode of governing or of opposing government by intimidation"
To date our imagery of "terrorism" is a bearded man with his
head wrapped in cloth, a man who appears to have just escaped from an insane
asylum, called a 'shoe bomber', men in orange suits being kept in dog cages
in Cuba, Kim Jong, with his collection of Daffy Duck videos, Saddam at
some conference table surrounded with his henchmen, men in caves making
video tapes and planning an attack with $1.29 box cutters; against a Super-Power
with approximately 26 different intelligence agencies and NORAD, and some
group called Al Queda, coming to get us! Today, Feb 7, '03, a bulletin
comes on TV," Alert now High orange! Alter your routine!!! Keep vigilant!"
Alter my routine!! There's six feet of snow outside, the driveways a sheet
of ice, I haven't been outside in weeks! Should I go down the hall through
the bedroom, and then into the front hall before entering the living room?
Or should I sneak out the bathroom window, crawl through the snow and creep
in through the basement to make that cup of coffee in the kitchen?? I'm
having a real problem!!
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- Vigilant! I peek through the blinds and spot a bunch
of wild turkeys (no not politicians) scrounging around for some left over
sunflower seeds, two bluejays, a stray cat creeping into the barn, a broken
branch, (not noted yesterday) in the stand of pines out back, and more
snow falling!! Nobody in robes or anyone remotely tanned!!
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- Colin Powell, at the UN, with supposed proof positive
of the need to bomb away!! Some pictures of trucks, a couple metal outbuildings,
and some various indistinguishable blobs of something or other. Then some
garbled tapes of "We had better not let the Americans seeing us hiding
all these weapons of mass destruction or we will have some real problems....hurry
get everything on the trucks........" Something like that!! Then,
horror of horrors, Colin holds up a crack vial, oops, no a vial of some
white stuff that represents the amount of anthrax that shut down the Capital.
Of course, that anthrax was found to be from our own labs, but I guess
I'm nit picking again. All in all, seemed a pretty good reason to me to
start the War of the Worlds!! I had expected pictures of Saddam and bin-Laden,
in lab coats in some secret lab whipping up concoctions of vile poisons,
camel racing, or watching Daffy Duck videos with Kim Jong of Korea! Something!
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- I was trying to imagine taking all this 'evidence' into
court to prove a shoplifting charge or even mass murder! "Yes, your
Honor, these trucks could well have hauled the loot out from Bengie's Superette,
or bodies! These photos taken from space, absent any landmarks, are conclusive!
And then your Honor we have these tapes of the shoplifters or murderers,
talking about getting the stuff out of there before anyone shows up".
"No, your Honor, we don't have the names or the location or even the
time of all these happenings........".
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- I don't like Colin Powell and I never believed him. Maybe
I'm the only person in the whole of the U.S.A. who doesn't buy the Black
hero thing...no matter if he were purple. Being Black, (which he doesn't
consider himself) and dressed in a spiffy uniform, doesn't make him any
more credible or heroic than my mailman! Convenient, his son getting a
the top position at the FCC. Wonder how many other qualified, unconnected
people were passed over to set him up in that cushy job? Colin's parents
came from the Islands. Now, if you've never worked with the poor in the
inner city, you wouldn't know that Blacks in America have a real disdain
for those from the Islands. They say they're stuck up thinking they're
superior. The Blacks from the Islands on the other hand, are outraged if
you identify them with American Blacks, as they think of them as lazy ner'
do wells! I lost all respect for Colin in Gulf War I, with his riding the
fence and then returning home to a 5 million dollar book contract! Not
once have I seen him or Norman Schwarzkopf, with his own 5 million dollar
deal, championing or speaking out for the Gulf War Veterans, or for the
reservists returning home having to go on welfare to receive needed medical
care! Didn't see them turning over any of their book profits or lucrative
speaking fees to veterans living under bridges or in city parks. Some leaders!!!
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- I attended the inauguration of President Clinton (the
first one). We got to the Capitol grounds early and were right up front.
Soon, tens of thousands filled in behind us. We waited hours for the ceremony
to begin. Beside us stood an elderly Black couple with their two young
grandsons, ages 4 and 6. Crushed in as we were, we soon became acquainted
and I made up stories for the kids to keep them occupied. In front of us
was the podium and a number of chairs. One of the little boys said, "Nanna,
how comes those people get to sit in chairs and we gots to stand?"
The grandmother, in her black dress coat, gloves and hat, leaned down and
whispered, "Honey chil', those chairs are for the house niggers, we's
the field niggers!" We never got to see the inauguration, because
just as President Clinton stepped up to take the oath of office, the grandfather
had a heart attack. Giving him CPR, while sending word out through the
multitudes to the Army medics, had the ceremony long ended by the time
we took notice. He was taken away by stretcher over the heads of the crowd,
but I never forgot that grandmother's surprising remark to her grandson.
She had it right. All these (including Powell) getting their special jobs
and appointments are nothing more than house niggers and we're all the
field niggers.
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- I firmly believe that a form of psychic terrorism is
being perpetuated on the American public. Towers crashing, flags, memorial
services, church choirs, walls of pictures, survivors stories, war on Afghanistan
(even though 15 of the supposed hijackers came from Saudi Arabia), warnings
of smallpox, biologicals, chemicals, snipers picking people off, warnings,
war drums, bin Laden disappears, Saddam back on the scene, drum roll, music
accompanying "Countdown to War with Iraq", Shuttle blowing up,
more memorial services, funerals, alert days.....!
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- Be vigilant! What an asinine thing to say to people!
Who writes these scripts? First sign of trouble, and they're all off to
their sumptuous underground bunkers, that WE built with tax dollars. We're
left with a crew of eight guys in chemical suits and a hose! Hungry? Well,
I guess we're just going to have to go scrounging through tunnels, city
halls, and institution basements for those rusted, rotted civil defense
supplies! We have absolutely no civil defense in this country!! Israel
sure does! And we paid for their gas masks, and sealed rooms! Nope, we're
on our own...waiting for Cheney to speak to us from some mountain hideout.
"Do not panic, do not riot, cover your mouths with old towels, do
not take deep breaths, stay indoors, be vigilant, alter your routines!"
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- I'm not sure when it happened; but I imagined I was walking
down the mid-way of the County Fair, listening to the music the laughter
of the children, when it all became a surreal madhouse! A Salvador Dali
painting of melted Ferris Wheels, dismembered carousel horses, blinking
warning lights, sirens, carney men demanding my ID, metal detectors, funerals
in the Big Top, flags waving, the rocket ride disintegrating, someone picking
people off from the Grange rooftop, men in black with masks, beating clubs
on shields, pushing the crowds back to the Fun House, stuffed animals jumping
from their booths with M-16s; and in the chaos and mania of exits all barred;
clowns waving hatchets with lewd smirks and vacant slug eyes quoting Scriptures,
screaming, "Charge! Those not with us are against us!" Ducking
into the 4-H tent, I spotted a small child with her lamb holding a blood
soaked dove in her outstetched hand. "Peace" she whispered. That's
how I see our America today! Clowns with Hatchets, gone mad!
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