Emergency Legislation

Omar and I collected grains for his hourglass.

In the United States of Amnesia emergency fear legislation was passed by congressional lame ducks with rancor. They wanted to get home for turkey with shallow stuffing.

Debate was minimized by official decree. Polls forecasted approval. It was a plutocracy.

The people with the most money had the biggest free speech, tax loopholes and influence.

In Amnesia it’s Special Interests.

In other countries it’s Corruption.

Democracy is the best government money can buy.

This invisible truth-story enhanced ratings on the media’s Big Show. They programmed simple moronic happy endings for distracted, misdirected, blind, stupid sheep.

Tax dollars were allocated for immigration detention prisons, pork projects and massive military expenditures. Full employment became the norm. Factories hired Norm to build washing machines with eternal spin cycles.

Rally parades marched across the land. They began playing near the Atlantic pounding war drums, eating, sleeping, procreating children, raising them, marrying them off, burying their parents and burning incense to feed dead ancestors.

Rising before dawn they soldiered west like conservative Christian zealots to reach the Specific Ocean. They dived into a shining sea to be baptized in the name of the father, son, holy ghost, suicidal veterans, orphans, internally displace humans and marginalized indigenous people. They gave thanks.

“Praise the Lord,” sang a woman stripping her clothes off in a cold ocean. A Nebraska man seeing a naked woman yelled, “This takes the cake.” He blew out celebration candles.

“Mission accomplished,” said Bush Wacker.

They did not have naked women or oceans in the corn husker state. They had combines, fields of amber waves, rusty factories and cow shit. Someone was all wet and he loved it.

“My, oh my,” said a woman escaping her wheelchair prison. Fighting gravity she crawled through falling sand inside an hourglass.

Children observed everything from a Council Bluff where Native American tribes of The First Nation gathered for a Ghost Dance ceremony.

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