Life & Island Times: America’s Current Street Mob Madness

23 June 2020
America’s Current Street Mob Madness

Editor’s Note: Marlow is taking the thoughts of Arrias to a more pragmatic and personal level. I am wrestling with the same issues, trying to plumb the depths of what comes next. There is the election in November, which scares the hell out of me, and there are the issues raised with such energy and passion. I contemplate the fate that placed us, willy nilly, at the zenith of the American Century to spend our adult lives. That is what seems to hang in the balance these days. I fear for the prospects of our grandchildren, and the hanging, poignant question of “What comes next.” We will keep reporting as long as they let us. But really, did you ever have a question like that seem plausible in the America in which we grew?

– Vic

It seems that this country seems hell bent on setting up our first dictator. No, not him. Them. These street mob jihadis feel the time is right, and this, our current place, congenial. They will be quite strict, but they will leaven that with being unjust. Heads will roll — at least those of statues. Their coup is well along in its preparation.

With their every failure up till now, their reputation has grown. Methinks they are the second coming of the dinosaurs. Hundreds of million years ago, the dinosaurs had everything their own way. They thought they knew all the answers. They thought they could hear the grass growing. Maybe, they could. But according to academia and rock sniffers, their social life was a disgrace. They smoked, had poor diets, laughed at the rise of their smaller mammalian cousins and used profane language like sailors on liberty in Asian ports. Still they prospered and populated the world via eggs as large as Aussie Rules footballs without benefit of clergy or central governments. Sadly, they called for various extinctions of their lessers and that’s what they themselves got.

It seems like Halloween is in the air with all sorts of bizarre manifestations of absurdity! The news looks now to be akin to what we used to call “performance art.” These actors and their chroniclers treat their fellow citizens like stooges.

We are the straight men of an unlikely comedy team — the prickly all-knowing big city sophisticates , and us, the genial but foppish flyover country philistines. Their version of Book of Genesis reads: “In the beginning, God created you . . . that was for practice . . . and then He created the amoeba and then us to lead all y’all to the light.” They are diabolical, Them-as-God-intoxicated apocalyptic messengers of null and void . . . sinister, saintly pitch-black humorists . . . philosophers of Gothic dimensions. They are a miserable, impoverished, frustrated lot.

They are known by their trademark barks, abruptly-rising snarls, and condescension.


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Like their T-Rex forbears, each day of their monthly calendars is marked the same — “kill something and eat it.”

These jihadis should be wary, something unseen is gonna rise up and bite them.

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Written by Vic Socotra

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