Thursday, November 18, 2004

No Matter What You Think, It's Worser Still

Horaitio and Rosen escorted me down to the Bagdad Cafe for a conference with the leaders of the surounding niegborhoods. On my way, down, I coulnd't help but notice several things since it's the first time I have been out of the house in nine days.

First the air is diffrent. i can not put my finger on it. But, something is diffrent. the coldness, the smell, kind of like nuts, with mint. The air is crispy.

And there is a strange quality to people's faces. Their rushed, yet directionles. And there are people checking throught the trash. This is the most fearsome of all. The things we discard are our selfves. Who are these people going throught the trashes of the city?

I saw one of them hold some thing up to another and whisper something. Sicne when do homeless people talk to each other.

Anyway, on to Bagdad. When I got their you could cut the air like a thick loaf. It was vary tense. The Arab gentleman who run the Bagdad seemd none too pleased that we were hodling such a meeting in there establisment. We the five leaders Adam, Falstaff, Coco, Quiton, and myself sat down at our usual table in the corner. Horaitio and Rosen stood reassuringley behind me.

Falstaff spoke first.

"Everybody knows there was voter frawed by Reputzi s voting machines, George W Bush was handed victory by fellow Skull and Boneser John Kerry before any of the facts could sink in to the voting public. In fact Kerry prempted any controversy with his concession. I guess he had to allow it to be stoled because his attempts at losing the election legitimately came up short.

Everyone nodded there ascent. Coco, she of the raven-haired beuty, spoek next, in a hushed wisper,

"Poor poor Keith Olbermann hes the only major media guy with any vigor to get to the bottom of this. I fear for his safety."

"I herd Bushes gonna kill him," I said. Everyone nodded. Their was palpable fear hung on everyone's faces.

"As always," Falstaff said. "It’s worse than you think."

Adam looked a round the room leerily and whispered, "Listened, I have it on good authority. The former "anonymous" CIA "whistleblower" warned that Osama bin Laden, the Bush-Cheney Administration’s favorite bogey man, has received religious approval for a nuclear attack on America. Quite simply, it sets the groundwork of plausability for the next terrorist attack. I'm guessing about January 11th, before the inauguration. Bush-Cheney need an excuse to re-institute the draft (especially seeing as how a war with Iran is being pushed openly by the eval Neocons) and this will give them an excuse they need to crack down HARD on civil liberties and free speech."

Coco gasped.

Adam contineud, "Another ominous development is new CIA director Porter Goss leading an all out effort to "reform" the CIA so they can "purge" the organization of any management types with minds of their own. This is the clearest signal that the CIA’s direction will be headed by those who are completely in lock step with the Pentagon’s foreign and domestic Black Ops program."

My heart sank. Black Ops. Alas, we have come to this. I spke up,

"Like the Nazi party under Hitler, “disloyalty” will not be tolerated. It will be crushed with the Black Ops."

"Right," Adam said. "Next, the fact that a whole whack of troops have come back to the US from foreign bases seems timed so these troops will be on hand in case of cival desturbance, un rest or protestes after the next staged attack. This week, Fort Bragg soldiars ran a rare training exercise in New York. The group of soldiers flew to New York to train for a fictional scenerio."

Then Adam looked around at all of us, rell serioiusly. "The thing is gentlaman, everything here is a fictional scenerio."

"Then it is dicided then," I said. "The pieces will soon be in place. The final raw grab for complete power and the installation of a de facto Dictatorship may only be weeks or months away."

And with that, we desbanded the meeting.


As Horaitio and Rosen walkwed me back too my apartmen I mused crazily, happily about picking up a rock and throing it through the West Wing windwo and hitting Bush right in the head. He's got us in quite a pickled predicmint here with his plans. I see now that it's all coming to gethr in my mind and starting to make sense. Their are wierd thing's going on in America and we are all swept up in it.

11 Comments:

Blogger daisythelamb said...

Memes that is a HERROWING account of what is about to happen her in USA (but glad to here also of your being able to go out again(. Hopefully Bill Clinton will become presnident of the world (as main UN guy, not sure spacific term) and with him at the helm we can start to relly heal the planet.

7:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi! It's me. "Anonymous". The one that's half in love with daisy (*platonic).

I was thinking hard about the name of the blog.
Since both Screaming Memes and daisythelamb write on it more or less equally, shouldn't it be renamed? (bit sexist otherwise).

Maybe it should be called "Screaming Lambs"? (wasn't there a movie like that? might be copyrighted name)

7:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like R.E.M said "I said too much". (p.s was Stipe with us against bushitler?)

7:55 PM  
Blogger Stan said...

Hey anonymouse, they could call it that. The movie was called "The Nonscreaming Lambs", It was about a guy who ate them, but first he killed them so they would stop screaming.

Hey, I already heard this story about them having another big terror attack and then starting up a dictatorship. Listen, I have tinitis, or, I mean, I had it. It's a kind of a high piched noise I hear all the time, except when it's drowned out by like the TV or something. Anyway I finally went to the doctor and told him. He checked my ears and said no I don't have it. But I'm sure I do, or did, so I told him that, in no uncertain terms. Well, he insisted I didn't. He had already looked in them and didn't see anything. But he said that if I wanted he could treat me anyway, if it would make me feel better. So he did. But when I was back out on the street it sounded different and then I knew he was right. I never had it. I was just hearing a lot of whispering all the time. Normally you don't notice it because of all the noise, but now when I go out I can hear it easy. So you're wrong about the street people not talking to each other. They talk to each other all the time. The only thing is they whisper, and you have to listen real hard to hear them. I guess they don't like to be noticed. They're embarrassed about being street people. So they hide behind things all over the place and whisper a lot. Anyway, I listened really hard the other day and that's what they were talking about - the next terror strike and Bush becoming a dictator like Hitler. I guess they know things we don't because they hear people talking. People don't care if they hear because they don't think they're people, but they have really good ears because they only talk in whispers and they get good at hearing. So I don't know where you guys got the idea from but it may be copywrited. Just because they're street people doesn't mean they can't have intellectual rights. Think about that.

5:24 PM  
Blogger daisythelamb said...

Hi anonymous well the fact is. S Memes is the one who envited me to join this blog (as cohost) so I'm am in no place to make complain. I differ to him on things (like this). Also pertty sure yes Stipe was anti-reputzi.

Stan, your last post was relly long post, I skimm mostly but think you have points.

5:54 PM  
Blogger Stan said...

Nobody takes me serious. It's not right. Because when I'm serious I'm really serious.

8:19 PM  
Blogger daisythelamb said...

At least, your not a lamb (think of it, that way).

9:11 AM  
Blogger Stan said...

Listen to me I'm serious right now okay!! Youre not a lamb either. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

9:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love that expression, but if u put a lamb in your pipe and smoke it then it would smell just awful and it would be very cruel too. Besides, lambs are little but not small enough for That!!!

3:45 PM  
Blogger daisythelamb said...

Good point,anonymouse.

5:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you Daisy. By the way, It's mous - not mouse. I guess mice are almost small enough to "put it in a pipe and smoke it" but why would anyone want to do that???

Stan, any answers?

7:10 PM  

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