I gotta admit Trump and his administration were so driven to wipe out illegal immigration he was not above sending the children (“69,550 migrant children held in U.S. government custody over the past year…[of] infants, toddlers, kids and teens…” according to an Associated Press report from November 12, 2019…”) of these inherently evil, illegal (especially them brown skinned ones—mostly Mexicans of course…) immigrants to concentration camps on the U.S./Mexican border.
Now, I’m sure you all agree that if, say, y’all were having a feud with, I don’t know, some neighbor newly moved in to the area (right next door to you—just your luck!) the most effective, expedient, & demoralizing action (to your adversary) one might take as a rational, logical freedom loving American would be to hit em where it REALLY hurts—by abducting their children to some undisclosed location. I would imagine this would be especially effective by targeting the younger children.
This kills two birds with one stone. The illegal alien parents are immediately taught the theory of American exceptionalism by direct example; you have their undivided attention,oh, and their children too.
Speaking of which, well, shit—chalk it up to collateral damage. I mean it’s nothing personal toward the kids. Especially the younger ones. Yes, many of these children will undoubtedly develop some version of PTSD, but democracy is hell.
MEMO TO ANALYST CAPT. H.E. ORMOROD:
HUNTER, HOPE THIS FINDS YOU WELL!
THE BOYS HERE RECEIVED THIS A COUPLE DAYS AGO;
I GOT NOTHING…CARE TO VENTURE A GUESS? CALL
NEXT TIME YOU HIT D.C. GET A BITE.
—GEN. BORGES, L.C.Q.P.
:STATION MINOS HEARTBEAT:
I DON’T KNOW THAT THIS NAME, OR SET OF WORD-LIKE SYMBOLS HAS ANY MEANING IN
REALITY; I WOKE UP ONE MORNING CIRCA 2003 AND IT WAS ON THE TIP OF MY TONGUE. IT WAS IN MY HEAD. I DON’T KNOW WHY, OR WHERE IT ORIGINATED. I SUPPOSE IT WAS BRAIN STATIC WHICH OCCURRED DURING THE BROADCAST OF A DREAM. ONE OF MY DREAMS I ASSUME. WHO KNOWS?
THIS SONG I’VE SENT YOU; I WROTE IT A LONG TIME AGO, NOW.
“WHITE HOT DIMINISHED STAR”
IT’S KINDA LIKE DREAMING OF…LIKE SOMETHING PRECIOUS AND PERFECT…AND WHAT THEY MEAN WHEN THEY SAY: DID YOO SEE THAT FREAKIN’ METEOR SHOWER?! IT WAS “BEAUTIFUL”!;
THAT GIRL…WITH THOSE EYES…AND THE WAY THERE IS SOMETHING. ABOUT. THE NAPE…OF A WOMAN’S…NECK:
LIKE A METEOR SHOWER.
LIKE THE SHAPE OF ORCHIDS.
SHE (she must be a she, whatever it is that haunts this song. there was NOTHING and then one day there was HER. she had to be herself because, after all, she had no choice in the matter, kid.) ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYY…..WHAT IT COMES DOWN TO FOR THIS SADSACK NARRATOR OF THIS STUPID SONG IS:
dear, o, so dear to my heart & also it causes stomach aches!
a very foolish character is the guy in this song.
spectacular failure of a life. by now our narrator
is so thoroughly beaten down by life that
he almost seems to luxuriate in his vocation of
HOPELESSNESS as one does with a cozy, fraying
our, um, “singer”
is in a real hurry
to go ABSOLUTELY N-O-W-H-E-R-E.
but after having thoroughly soured on &
practically renounced any & all notions of
the vapid zombie-lust
“sporting life” wastelands
his head is turned one day
but in an unfamiliar way.
a strange HER.
she is simply going out
of her way to be openly, honestly
friendly to a fellow traveler on these
dark & lonely roads of
that was all it took.
little by little he started to
grow fond of the way his head kept
AND JUST WHEN HE REALLY, FINALLY LOOOOOKED AT SHE &
UNDERSTOOD OF SHE SOO NOT BEING
JUST ANOTHER PRETTY FACE
SHE STARTED TO GLOW & GLOW & GLOW
AND GROWWW TOO ILLUMINATED FOR HIM
WHO IS HE ANYHOW TO THINK HE COULD DESERVE TO BE ADORED BY
WHITE LIGHT ALIVE AND SO BRIGHT HE THINKS LIKE “OH I CAN SEE HER
AND REACH HER I’LL JUST BRING THIS RAINCOAT & THESE TWIZZLERS &
WHAT IF AN INCANDESCENT NUCLEAR PHENOMENON FELL
IN LOVE IN A SONG WITH A BOY WHO WROTE NURSERY RHYMES ABOUT
A FALLING STAR THAT GLOWED IN A SIMILAR WAY TO HOW THE MOON GLOWS
EVERY TIME IT FALLS TO EARTH?
WELL, HE MIGHT BE ON HIS WAY ONE DAY TO THINK HE CAN FIND HER SORTA
INNA GIANT FIELD WAITING FOR HIM & GLOWING FOR HIM TO COME…
WELL, THE WAY I UNDERSTAND IT HE CAN NEVER FIND HER NO MATTER HOW FAR HE TRAVELS OR FOR HOWEVER MANY LONG, LONG DARK YEARS HE SPENDS ON HER TRAIL.
I THINK SHE IS A MASSIVE STAR & PROBABLY NOT ANYTHING LIKE A GARDEN VARIETY
MOON, BUT HE’LL NEVER KNOW ANYWAY.
HE RUNS OUTTA TWIZZLERS EVENTUALLY, BUT STILL HAS THAT RAINCOAT AND HE WAS
SO SO ALONE AND JUST PINING FOR HER DAY AND NIGHT, SO HE WROTE THIS SONG
AS A WAY TO HELP WANE AWAY HIS PAIN EVEN FOR IF ONLY FOR LIKE TWO MINUTES A COUPLE TIMES A DAY.
AND THE SONG IS CALLED “WHITE HOT DIMINISHED STAR”
PEOPLE SOMETIMES HEAR HIM WAILING HIS RENDITIONS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKIN’ NIGHT. THEY SAY HE SOUNDS AKIN TO A WOUNDED MONGREL DOG. LIKE ONE YOO MIGHT TAKE PITY ON IF ONLY FOR THE PAINFUL FACT OF HOW UGLY & SCRAWNY & HURT SEEMING IT IS.
STARS ARE IMPOSSIBLY HEARTBREAKING BECAUSE JUST WHEN YOU SORTA THINK YOU
MIGHT UNDERSTAND THEIR GREAT DISTANCE AND JUST KEEP YR EYE ON IT AS YOU TRY TO REACH HER IN THE NIGHT–IF SHE WOULD JUST STAY STILL!
THING IS THAT STAR IS NOT ONLY IMPOSSIBLY FAR AWAY; SHE HAS BEEN TRAVELING CONSTANTLY AWAY FROM YOO FROM DAY ONE.
AS THE UNIVERSE KEEPS EXPANDING AND EXPANDING AND EXPANDING FOREVER
©2017 P.E. Tottenham