Ode to Dissolution



I sit in the evening

on the tailgate of my little Toyota

an hour after sunset

contemplating resistance

armed with my trusty air rifle

pockets full of bb’s and bird shot

and a hope

that if I have to shoot someone

I’ll at least hit them in the eye.

 

Who?

 

Hell, I don’t know.

Not who nor when, But damn!

Something’s happening here.

 

Any attempt to mandate common sense

will lead to civil resistance

in one form or another.

Maybe government agents are coming

sent on errands about which

I have no comprehension.

Worse,

maybe misinformed civil warriors

supporting a resistance

that takes no prisoners!

 

Folks like who learn what I think

What I speak even
when my voice trembles
will come one the run

and I, like Zhivago

will be drafted into

someone’s rebel army

joining not THE FIGHT

but THEIR VERSION OF THE FIGHT.

 

If I say no, some semi-armed

semi-intelligent mob

on my door step

with guns – and says –

“Give us all your assets!

We claim them

in the name of the people!

Down with the government!

Impeach them all

– legally or otherwise!”

Maybe my bb-gun will stop them

well, at least one or two of them,

whoever they are

or will be.

 

The swamp cleaners

building new Guantanamoes

on the mainland.

Rumored concentration camps

the government builds

to protect me

from THEM.

THEM are the one’s

who will follow us home if we leave.

Maga troops aren’t really thinking about THEM.

They’re thinking about me

and you

and anybody willing to speak up or hunker down

who dares them to take us out.

 

I wonder if

martial law is still in the legal maneuver stage

and resistance is still in the talk-about-it stage.

 

An owl hoots;

somewhere off to the left

I can hear crickets.

Out on the highway lights trickle by

from both directions

chasing their damn errands

contemplating nothing more than

the next curve and cruise control

and whatever is blaring

from the CD device of choice.

 

For all I know

some radical crack stealth team

listening to Faux News stampeders

or crack eavesdropping machine

is out there

watching, listening waiting for their next step.

 

Cause people like me who pop off

might be threats.

“Homeland?”

Did they originally call it that

a code word for neo-nazified agitators

who hearken back

to the original Fuhrer

and his ranting

about things German

as things “homeland?”

Course then I too am  just a conspiracy nut;

paranoid

and headed for somebody’s

formal loony bin

cause I see enemies

where  deaf and dumb pretend patriots

plot my well-being.

Cause I’m still a voter

who could vote for the other party.

 

Time was you could raise

a reporter’s eyebrows

with talk of plots and corruptions,

lies and liars,

fanatics and ideologues.

Not any more.

Only liars, fanatics and ideologues

approved by the chicken-hearted

afraid of the former liar-jn-chief.

 

4 years of a fool for a president,

Republican political sheep

too intimidated, too greedy

and too afraid to step out of line;

opposed by a pitiful party that has

even fewer elected members

with spines

made of something

other than tofu.

They don’t have “the votes,”

yet.

Not all the resistance lights are green

only a few.

Some are still frightfully red.

The ability to compromise

became an overrated and overstated virtue

following the last three elections.

Repuglicans knew it

… but Demo’s sure as hell

couldn’t see it.

Now there is no such thing

as checks and balances,

no such thing as three

separate

branches of government.

Just wait until some fool

wants to pass some kind of

“In God We Trust” amendment.

There’ll be no such thing

as separation of church and state.

Theocracy is armed and ready.

The fools might try to engage us

in an endless war

with every Middle Eastern Nation

except Israel,

… who sits there

laughing.

Because that’s what our fools want

… not to protect us,

but because they want the chaos.

It serves their purposes.


Like the ignorant bully

in the school yard,

the fools are engaged

in trying to intimidate

the rest of the playground

when all the other kids know the truth

and aren’t afraid.

The Euro will triumph

aided and abetted by the Yuan

and will replace the dollar

as the global standard

and the fools

can’t do anything about it

– or perhaps don’t give a damn.

So what’s coming down the pike?

I don’t think very many

are beyond classic denial

and won’t understand

at the very moment

when suddenly the 1st Amendment

is no more.


By mere pretext

we will all be forced

to shut the fuck up.

The young, the restless;

the pretend intellectual sophisticates

are in denial.

They believe few

of my old veteran worries.

These are the same folks

who honestly plan

for a future that began to fade

in earnest in November 2016

when the fake conservatives

posing as Republicans

got their wettest dream;

a built-in excuse to start

bullying and scheming

to get their way …

and their dollars.


“Yep,”

take away our way

of doing business

the old fashioned way.

 

Arthur Ruger © 2021

 

 

Author: Arthur Ruger

Married and in a wonderful relationship. Retired Social Worker, Veteran, writer, author, blogger, musician,. Lives in Coeur D' Alene, Idaho

4 thoughts on “Ode to Dissolution”

  1. I have been on a “news fast” for several months now. I just got sick and tired of being upset all the time. News does filter in from time to time though, like this week’s attempt to keep up the unholy crusade against the moslems in the Middle East. I believe that we Baby Boomers have much for which to account. After all, in our adult lifetime, we have had all the information needed to make real change in the world. Instead, we consumed and philosophized and did the same old same old with different sounding words.
    Keep up the good work. Ideas are the ultimate weapon against the true war, the one against ignorance and complacency.

  2. There is a saying that you must live in the world but not be of the world. Easier said than done. Not needing the world to agree with you or even make sense seems to make one seem rather smug. I feel one of the base problems can be summed up with the old news room adage “If it bleeds it leads.” This, of course, points directly to the appetite of the consuming public whose life is so unfulfilling that they seek the thrill of the tawdry and sensational happenings around them. The trouble with that addiction is that soon the event needs to be ratcheted up to a higher and more dramatic level to give them the same escape. Trump knew this, he sold an empty bill of goods but his followers didn’t care because of his skill as a carnival barker. Even the ex-CEO for CBS said of Trump “It may not be good for America, but it’s damn good for CBS. And why was it good for CBS? It brought them an audience they did not have before. Democrats need to learn not to seek Republican buy-in on legislation. That horse left the barn with Gingrich and the Tea Party. Also, the media needs to report more honestly. That started going downhill when Reagan did away with the Truth in Broadcasting act. The best thing about Trump is he knocked the Kardashians out of the headlines. Now they’re back. As Pogo aptly said “We have met the enemy and he is us.” Knowing the problem is the first step to a solution

    I enjoy your point of view.

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