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1933.05.10 Berlin Book Burning


Alas, not a copy of Peter Pan in sight.

(Knowledge is the lifeblood of my brain…)


wannabe Prussian scum,

terror reigns.

Inverting the Godly,

debauched, they deign:

ashes for beauty.




Rus Prison Guards 1


What is it to you?

(Stick of stringy celery,

let me be!)

Do you really gain from my misery?




Bus and Princess,

two words that surely do not belong in the same sentence,

yet, today the absurdity of my reality


hitting home again,

with those very words,

clearly heard,

leading me to despair,

and introspection.

… Am I beyond repair?




That’s the sound of freedom, right there, said the preacher,

full of hubris and pride, pointing skyward at the fighter jet,

breaking the sound barrier, making the air shudder,

shattering the peace.

Indeed, that’s the sound of military-imposed “freedom”, I reply,

from a godless system, on high.

Happy Birthday,

to me, you and





A little before they put me away,

in a cell,

beyond time and place,

Donald Trump had been elected “leader of the free world”.

Leader of the Free World?

Frankly, who won the election is not my focus,

it’s the very statement: “Leader of the Free World”.


I simper, deliberately,


grandiosely, that’s what Americans

(and many others from deferential nations)

call Mr. President.


oh my,


such hubris!

Such arrogance!


such use of words,

intent and content,

is absurd.



that’s the word!

Welcome to the life on Planet Earth,

everyday theater of the absurd.




Miller Lite comes in child-friendly sized cans. About the strength, I couldn’t decide. I opened another can. I didn’t dislike it.

I thought about my half-life and being in limbo, still waiting. … Still waiting for the beer to have any effect.

Meanwhile the TV Preacher went into a lather about how there’s no law anymore for the righteous. The Gospel of Grace. Believe and receive, and you will act righteous, without even trying. But, and it’s a big butt. It’s still right to honor the Lord by giving an offering from your first fruits, if you want to be blessed in this lifetime. AKA the tithe, and more. …

Ya’ll are under Grace. There’s no Law anymore, but… You are a steward, after all, and the money is God’s, and *loving* money is the root of all evil, but money in itself isn’t bad, and if you prove a just steward, then God is good and you’ll be a rich motherfucker on this earth… So, get with the program… And listen to the promptings within (which may be the Spirit, or may the residual, not-so-subliminal effects of hearing me preaching this message)… You know, spreading the gospel ain’t cheap. If I’m ministering to you then it’s only right to contribute to this ministry… Sow a seed, wait to receive…



I really wanted some beer that night. I’m not the type to waste my time or money in a bar, generally, so in Northern Virginia, that meant it was time to return to the supermarket. Walking, I passed a couple of strung-out junkies on the way.

(Life is cheap, but toilet paper is expensive, as they say in the classics…)

The selection of beer was relatively good. I was tempted by Sam Adams but decided to be authentic to the time and place and went with a 30-pack of Miller Lite.

At the checkout, the cashier asked me for ID, fairly farcically (Do I really look under-21?). I showed him my passport. Apparently he’d never seen a passport from my country and he questioned it’s authenticity (though not so eloquently put). Despite the jeers of the happy shoppers behind me, he called for his manager. Several minutes passed. The manager looked puzzled and studied the document, eventually shrugging and gesturing to let it be. The assholes behind cheered.

I carried the box through the streets, passing a couple of crack dealers on the way.

A police car slowly followed me for a block, suspicious of me and my closed box.

I shrugged and smiled to myself.


Back at the hotel, in my room, I turned the TV on.

Shit, shit and more shit.

Vacuous banality rules the electromagnetic waves.

Absurdities and contradictions, a reflection of life, people, society, here, now, and way back when. Nothing new under the sun… 

I opened a can of Miller Lite.