"I AINT DEAD YET/ MY BELL STILL RINGS"....dylan 'early roman kings'
I am getting quite bored waiting for the End Times. The Big Resurrection thing.
You know:When the Dead pop up again, somehow, and you can chat with them..there are so goddamn many dead people I wanna talk to. I would speculate that seventy six and a half percent of my friends are deceased. That might be lowballing it…
I think maybe I should do my best to hurry the Apocalypse along.
I have a bit of a talent in raising the dead.Sure, I am still developing it. Its really my only marketable skill.
I am hooked on this Gummint Shutdown thing. Pure fierce beautiful Real (more or less) Politick.
I asked Bismarck about it.
I said, “Whattaya make of this shit anyway?”
He said, “A statesman cannot create anything himself. He must wait and listen until he hears the steps of God sounding through events; then leap up and grasp the hem of his garment.”
I said, “yeah but we all got so many ideas of God. What say u about this?”
“Relativism. Ask that lunatic Nietzsche about it.”
So I put the question to Friedrich.
He said, “Moralities and religions are the principal means by which one can make whatever one wishes out of man,
provided one possesses
a superfluity of creative forces and can assert one's will over long periods of time —
in the form of legislation and customs.”
“That doesn’t help . We smarty pants guys and gals here in the End Times have succumbed to the Nihilism you predicted and really don’t give a f. about religions and moralities. Note! I say ‘smartpantes’ “
He said, “Women? They wear pants?”
He said, “well, hm. “
“Yeah, man! But who wants to see them in pants when you got short skirts and shorts and pornography and what not?”
These German fellows were not much help, really. So I put the question to some good solid americans.
Not your average americans, either, like that Samuel Adams, who is now in the beer bizness , or Paul Revere either.
Lincoln (that halfbearded drama queen, & probably fellow bipolar) said, “And this issue embraces more than the fate of these United States.
“How so, sir?” I have respect for the office of the presidency, be they dead alive or in between…
“It presents to the whole family of man the question whether a constitutional republic,
or democracy—a government of the people by the same people—
can or can not maintain its territorial integrity
against its own domestic foes.
It presents the question
whether discontented individuals,
too few in numbers to control administration
according to organic law in any case,
can always, upon the pretenses made in this case,
or on any other pretenses,
or arbitrarily without any pretense, break up their government,
and thus practically put an end to free government upon the earth. “
“ I see whatcha say, sir,” I said though I thought: say it faster. More pithy..
Oh he just getting started..damn....
“It forces us to ask, Is there in all republics this inherent and fatal weakness? Must a government of necessity be too strong for the liberties of its own people, or too weak to maintain its own existence?”
Emerson jumped up and piped in, “We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents.”
“Aha” i said, distracted, cuz William Blake, who rarely stays dead, to me, was pulling at my sleeve…I had to bitchslap him to make him shuttup. Emerson droned on:
“Yes, trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.
Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so.”
“So uh stop talkin to dead people like you?”
“Well…ah…you have a point…but…make your own society, sir, for Society-as – such as it is now, in and of itself, everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members.”
“and the woman hood too?”
Emerson reminds me of Hegel. Hegel was waiting patiently, slurping his beer. Dude drank gallons of it, I heartell.
Blake was not patient. He started kicking at me.
Hegel said, “To be independent of public opinion is the first formal condition of achieving anything great or rational whether in life or in science.
Great achievement is assured, however, of subsequent recognition
and grateful acceptance by public opinion,
which in due course will make it one of its own prejudices”
Then about a half hour more I shall not bore you with.
Blake was sending paper airplanes at my head so I said, “WHAT?!”
“The Goddess Fortune is the devils servant ready to Kiss any ones Arse.”
“Shut up! Say something less fucking vulgar, you goddamn cockney!” I exclaimed.
He smiled and said, “The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.”
“Better/ but…more grand or enigmatic maybe?”
He thought a bit and said, “Opposition is true Friendship.”
I SUCCUMBED TO THE PRESSURE OF MY ONE LAST LIVE HALF DEAD FRIEND. Mr. D.
"They're peddlers and they're meddlers
They buy and they sell
They destroyed your city
They'll destroy you as well
They're lecherous and treacherous
Hell-bent for leather
Each of 'em bigger
Than all them put together
Sluggers and muggers
Wearing fancy gold rings
All the women goin' crazy
For the early Roman kings"