A TALE TOLD TWICE


i turn the radio on

"....you've got your diamonds you've got your pretty clothes
the chauffeur drives your car and you let everybody know
but don't play with me because you're playing with fire...."

i turn the radio off

all the windows and the front door are open and i can see a
multitude and variety of crimson to green foilage shaking
in the wind. she comes from her bedroom down the stairs
walks to the kitchen table and picks up a stack of mail

i say " babe youre playing with fire "

she is thumbing the letters " are you talking to me ?"

i reply " babe youre really playing with fire and if you dont
watch out youre going to end up like nicole "

she is reading a postcard " who is nicole ?"

i look at her legs her gold striped miniskirt her breasts
and her mane of long thick hair

" youre playing with fire babe and you and me are going to
end up like o.j and nicole okay ?"

she turns the postcard over then puts it and the rest of
the mail on the table

" baby " she says and walks over to sit beside me on our sofa

she coos again " baby " her lips a few inches away

" baby you really dont want to kill me " she whispers
our lips meeting for the briefest moment " do you ?"

then kisses me again

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i turn the radio on

"....you've got your diamonds you've got your pretty clothes
the chauffeur drives your car and you let everybody know
but don't play with me because you're playing with fire...."

i turn the radio off

all the windows and the front door are open and i can see a
multitude and variety of crimson to green foilage shaking
in the wind. she comes from her bedroom down the stairs
walks to the kitchen table and picks up a stack of mail

i say " babe remember the story i told you i posted on a dating forum ?"

she is thumbing the letters " what about it ?"

i reply " it got deleted "

reading a postcard she says " oh yeah why ?"

i look at her legs her gold striped miniskirt her breasts
and her mane of long thick hair " dont know babe no reason given "

she turns the postcard over then puts it and the rest of the mail
on the table

" baby " she says and walks over to sit beside me on our sofa

she coos again " baby " her lips a few inches away

" baby you really dont want to leave me " she whispers
our lips meeting for the briefest moment " do you ?"

then kisses me again

WHAT IS TO BE DONE ?

good evening folks in the studio with me is wen ho lei
my economics teacher during college days

me: teacher lets dive right in and ask the big question
what is to be done?

he: yes that is the question and of course the answer is
adaptation. it is the only answer and has been so since man
descended from the tree. america and change are synonymous.
in less than three hundred years a vast expanse of land was
transformed from a place where millions of bison and buffalo
were free to roam and where man could freely move from place
to place and live in the natural world to an advanced
technological society

me: constant change in a short period of time

he: constant change. the fermentation is non stop

me: why is that?

he: how else could it be? there has been and will always be
competition. competition between regions and people.
this produces adaptation. the will to go on rather than kill
or be killed in a vain attempt to maintain staying in place.
those who adapt will enjoy life. those who dont will not

me: teacher you are still the master of clarity and simplicity

he: and you are a well taught student

GUYS AND DOLLS


dad looks in the fridge and takes a beer from the
bottom shelf. billy calls " dad can you come here "
dad opens the beer picks up a bowl of chips and
walks to billys room " yeah billy whats up ?"

" dad i want to move out at the end of the month " replies billy

dad says " yeah where you moving to ?"

" near the beach with a couple of room mates " says billy

dad says " how much are you going to pay ?"

" six fifty a month and split the electricity and other stuff " replies billy

dad takes a gulp of beer and munches several chips then says

" so about seven hundred a month huh ?"

billy says " yeah something like that pretty reasonable
dont you think ?"

dad takes another drink and says " listen billy ive got a better idea.
why dont you stay here and pay four a month and put that extra money
towards the future ?"

billy frowns then says " but dad i want to be on my own plus you
and mom will have your own privacy too "

dad eats another couple of chips and says " our own privacy ?
what do you think we do when your not here, run around
the house butt naked shouting fuck me ! fuck me !?"

billy says " dad !"

dad replies " besides this is your home if you want to bring
a couple of dolls over bring them over ! youre a young man
youre suppose to sow some wild oats and stuff "

billy replies " but dad !?"

dad sets the beer can on a bookshelf and says " look billy
its better economically for you and us, why give money
to strangers ? lets keep it in the family and if you want to
smoke your marijuana you can do it right at your home.
why when i first met your mom she could whip up a hell
of a batch of hash brownies !"

billy blurts out " but dad what if im gay ?"

dad picks up the beer takes another gulp eats two more
chips then says " gay ! billy thats even better youll really
save money now because guys are way cheaper than dolls !"

billy says " dad !!"

IN THE BEGINNING


i walked in and stood against the rear wall. a man and
woman each holding microphones were standing about
thirty feet away. a woman near them asked a question

" why are you in this lifestyle ?"

the woman replied

" that's the wrong question. i mean we're brought up
in a judeochristian country and we've all been to church
and everybody around us has been and our parents and
so on. and when you're there what happens ? you're being
humiliated. a man is standing raised above you and the
literal subtext of everything he says to you is

" sinner ! fornicator ! whore ! "

the man spoke

" look at the book. look at how it starts. in the beginning
the world is made perfect without man and woman.
but they appear and what happens ? sinning. fornicating.
whoring. the descent of the world begins. and we're
taught this from the earliest age. all of us are taught this
and our parents and their parents before us "

the woman continued

" my friends can you see it ? we're taught this and it is
the basis of our culture and who we really are. we are
people who want and need to be humiliated. look at
what we do to ourselves and each other. so no, you're
asking the wrong question. you really should ask

" how can you not be in this lifestyle, in one form or another "?

WHY OBAMA 08 ?


in my long ago younger days there was a
teevee program called " the outer limits "

it began with the screen going blank
then a deep voice saying

" do not attempt to adjust your television
we control the horizontal we control the vertical
you are now in the outer limits "

very spooky long ago stuff

but not as spooky as this current era

the question everyone refuses to ask is how in god's name
is obama the democratic nominee ? why is this happening ?

when the campaign began it was a forgone conclusion
hilary would chosen. she was beside her husband bill
while he guided the nation through a period of peace
and prosperity. how could anyone else even be considered ?

and with eights years of republican management as an
indictment the election would be for show only.
a historical landslide never to be duplicated !

but instead where do we find ourselves ?

we find ourselves with a complete novice with
a foreign name. a nominee that would be an excellent choice
in a nation on the economic upswing, and a president who
would be quite persuasive in convincing america that
prosperity is just around the corner

however

every and all indicators report that the good ship lollipop
has struck a chocolate bar and that we are heading ten
deep fathoms to the gates of hell. yet we want to take
the cabin boy place him at the ship's helm and say

" son, our fate is in your hands "

very very spooky stuff