This Halloween, the ghost is America
by HappySysiphus, Unknown News
Oct. 19, 2004
My friends, I must tell you this: I truly love America. That is why I find it so uncomfortable to find myself living in its corpse.
Nothing of value in America survived the Twentieth Century. Not Rock n' Roll, not Public Television, not Hollywood, not New York City, not hippies, not feminism, not the rule of law, not even the rule of the majority. Wisps of these things remain; ghosts remain, but they are only remains.
Imagine it, you and your spouse tumbling over the cliff's edge in your automobile, smacking the treetops. Your spouse is killed instantly, and you survive, suspended, hidden in the treetops. No help coming. No possible escape. Just the slow unhappy spectacle of a loved one's decay, and the sickly expectation of your own demise.
So it is for me now, here in the Late United States of America, a former Nation State, bought and paid for, now offered a choice between two sham candidates hailing appropriately from the most private edifice at Yale University known to its ghoulish residents as "The Tomb."
If you don't know what I'm talking about it is all the better for you. Strange things happen there in the secret levels under ground. They say they have Geronimo's skull in a glass case, personally dug up by the King's grandfather, Prescott Bush. And that's not the only skull that decorates "The Tomb."
It is said that once John McCain himself sent a man, on his authority, to reclaim the skull of the great war chief, Geronimo. The man was given the skull of a twelve-year-old boy and ushered out. Nothing more was ever done.
Then there is the matter of the exhumation of the body of Lee Harvey Oswald, which turned up a skeleton missing its skull. Another man who was ill-used by the powers of the former Nation State became a decoration for that subterranean den of snobs. It seems that these billionaire boys are not incapable of a bit of manual labor as long as there's a dead body waiting underneath the soil to be violated.
No, no. I will not offer any evidence of my claims here as this is now the Late United States of America where evidence and logic and reason have all passed into the next world. Only sensation remains.
Only fear is left to motivate the world.
But, fear and sensation we have here aplenty, because I am referring to the ghastly group of evil men known as "Scull and Bones," whose numbers have included many powerful men who benefited from the dark covenant of mutual assistance that is sealed each and every year among the most prominent young men at Yale. The selfsame covenant that binds together the two men who are offered to us as a "choice" in this year's November fiction.
So, stuck we are here in the treetops, forced to look upon the decay of that country we loved so well, that died so young. Like zombies we will dutifully shuffle into the dead voting booth and cast our morbid, useless, dead votes for one ghoul or another. Then all that will be left is the waiting.
Happy Halloween.
© 2004, by the author.
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Only fear is left to motivate the world.
But, fear and sensation we have here aplenty, because I am referring to the ghastly group of evil men known as "Scull and Bones," whose numbers have included many powerful men who benefited from the dark covenant of mutual assistance that is sealed each and every year among the most prominent young men at Yale.
The selfsame covenant that binds together the two men who are offered to us as a "choice" in this year's November fiction.
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