When suddenly, at midnight, you hear
an invisible procession going by
with exquisite music, voices,
don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now,
work gone wrong, your plans
all proving deceptive—don’t mourn them uselessly.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all, don’t fool yourself, don’t say
it was a dream, your ears deceived you:
don’t degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
as is right for you who were given this kind of city,
go firmly to the window
and listen with deep emotion, but not
with the whining, the pleas of a coward;
listen—your final delectation—to the voices,
to the exquisite music of that strange procession,
and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.
Who is to be the showman? We elect a pret-a-porter Carnival Master who is not supposed to keep the Circus going but allow others to loot it every second. Look at all the horses in the race for President and tell me something good about this country under no law but expediency and power for sale to the best connected bidder. Nobody is your candidate and folks shrug and say I like Trump or I like JR. No thought. Not one candidate is worthy of nomination. Dissolve the Federal Fraud. Vote to return all power to the 50 States and slowly start to disarm and close military installations. No longer cop, Uncle Sam has go back to the farm and start all over despite fighting in Iraq or Afghanistan or maybe Chicago and LA someday soon as decay and decline combine to destroy.
I think this guy RFK Jr. is on Milk Cartons. Probably they all are who lust for the job of Circus Master. I don’t buy milk. I see cartons in the Tenderloin as I walk down Taylor past Ellis and constantly think of Schwitters and his Merzbau. If I think on post-Covid USA masking up and re-injecting and couple this to the nonsense of elections after 2020 my loathing bursts into pixels. Have You Seen ME ME ME despite the MSM blackouts I am the loyal Chekist-excuse me Democrat, that’s the ticket to be top of the ticket, who unlike President Biden whom I supported until I had a chance - I - I- the Not Hunter Biden Hyde, I Kennedy am Dr. Jekyll, and I alone in the running personify the celebrity capacity for appropriate action and polished sureness in social behavior, ME, I am savoir faire! My behavior as a bully and husband and happy philanderer more than qualifies me for the job, and I don’t sniff kids, and I am loyal to the Party and I have a small bust of “Iron Felix” Dzerzhinsky whom I cherish greatly as spiritual advisor.
Save Our Stupidity by voting for ME. I bring you world peas.
Robert F. Kennedy Jr
@RobertKennedyJr
As President, I will end the forever wars, clean up government, restore the middle class, and tell Americans the truth. #Kennedy24
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Haha, I remember reading "Krol Ubu" in high school, nice touch to the post :-))