THE INFORMATION #1102
JUNE 19, 2020
Copyright 2020 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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The only stable state is the one in which all men are equal before the law. ~ Aristotle
WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK FOUR: AND IF THE DEVIL COME SHOOT HIM WITH A GUN
PART TWO
5.
THE TWITCHING HOUR
Listen: it’s true.
All true.
But I hardly even know where to begin.
I got the jitters, bad. But I’m writing through them. Mouth dry; wringing with sweat.
An overdose. A bad one.
You ever do speed, you know how it gets.
You’re jumpy. You can hardly hold still. You have your high beams on. You want to be up and about. Doing what, you don’t know. Because you think too much and yet you can’t really think. Thoughts go dancing like marbles on linoleum, like a blob of mercury on a hot griddle, like a chicken on a hot plate.
And maybe your stomach’s empty, but you can’t eat. Won’t eat. If you do eat, it’s something crunchy. Snack food. A moth-eaten candy bar. Potato chips. Salt peanuts. It’s that salt you crave. Your mouth gets dryer; your throat gets raw. You can’t swallow. The muscles in your arms tremble. You try drinking water; it doesn’t work. Popping vitamins? Good luck. Because you tremble. Nothing can stop that. Your heart feels like a flayed rat skittering across the inside of your rib cage. Everywhere the machinery is humming. Nothing is still. Your blood pulses.
You’re quick.
So quick you can’t even imagine what it must be like to be stone fucking dead.
And you look at the world through a lens called speed. You get so you can tell with one look who’s a user. Mr. Clean? You bet your ass. Josephine the Plumber? Fuckin’ A. Mr. Zip? Just one look at those crazed pupils ought to tell you. Uncle Ben? Once upon a time. Cream of Wheat Man? No doubt about it. Charlie Tuna? Even odds. Aunt Jemima? Probably not. Too slow. Mrs. Butterworth? Too old. The Smith Brothers? Well—ask yourself this. Look at those beards.
What are they trying to hide?
6. A CLEAR SIGNAL FROM BETWEEN THE CHANNELS
Lots of hiding going on, it seems. I’m finally getting a clear signal from between the channels. A rather indignant black lady is spieling about what she refers to as “the coming race war” and shouting,
The NAACP was started by Cecil Rhodes and a Zionist Rabbi to keep the race from its destined advancement! I’ve read a book and I’ve heard the Hooty Owl, I have, and for going on the last 70 years the NA so-called ACP has controlled the free proud African man away from self-advancement and instead has reduced him to begging for crumbs from the Chalky White’s table! It’s a fact that this organization has been selling us out for going on 70 years and the black man has been too naïve to know it! The NAACP was not an integrationist movement but simply a means by which Mr. Charlie and his devils made certain for sure that CERTAIN people were given a leg up while the rest of us were left to shift for ourselves! I’m telling you that this organization was founded BY white people FOR white people! It took them nearly 50 years to pass an anti-lynching bill! That’s how much these people loved the black man! Now, you know and I know that if white men was being lynched for fucking black women, that bill would have been passed yesterday! Furthermore, the NAACP spied on the black community and still does! It’s an ahistorical fact! And the Broze….
But then the transmission started breaking up again, and I went back to staring hard at the light.
And sometimes praying.
And thinking.
Thinking about certain facts worth mentioning.
In the light coming from the furnace grate.
7.
CERTAIN FACTS WORTH MENTIONING
The seven deadly sins are over-rated.
Pride is not deadly, just stupid.
Envy is a part of being every animal.
Avarice will never go away, even when you have everything you want. There’s always more. More speed, more kicks, more action.
But don’t mistake me for one of them god damn beatniks.
I am a working man.
Sloth? Just make sure you always have something to wake up for, even if it’s a just a yen. Could be you have just got to have some smokehouse almonds, or peanut butter crackers, or stale popcorn, or Bar-B-Cue flavored potato chips, like they have in the vending machines over at the Bigtown precinct house. Or maybe you’d rather go to the barred and iron-gated Bodega round the corner to stock up on pork rinds and beef jerky. I don’t know how some of those cop buddies of mine don’t keel over dead considering all the salt and fat they slobber down. And they all to a man just love those cheap-ass Peanut Butter Cups.
One day I took a walk around the block and thought about it.
Don’t they leave a kind of scratchy feeling in your throat and a kind of dirty feeling on the back of your tongue?
Don’t you occasionally get a big piece of salt?
And the chocolate in them doesn’t seem to be very good.
And God knows where they get the peanut butter from. It’s probably the shit that got left behind in the warehouse and has been forgotten since the George Washington Carver Centennial.
Of course, since they’re made for kids, you get this enormous sugar rush followed by a completely empty feeling about 5 minutes later.
You might have guessed that Gluttony is not my thing. It’s no problem for a man who, every time he eats, tastes sawdust.
Lust? Kid stuff.
And…Anger?
8.
CRIMINALS IN THIS WORLD OF FEAR
Don’t get me started. Apes have a killer glare, you know. You see it in some of the perps on the street. I don’t judge a man by his race or the color of his skin or his big fat juicy lips or his greasy wide nostrils or his kinky hair or his bloodshot yellow eyes, but you look at the face of some of the boys in Bigtown and Blowtown and especially over there in Jivetown and you’ll see murder all over that map. It’s all anger 24/7 with those boys. Keeps them skinny and on the move. Ever notice how they can’t keep still? But they’re not hopped up on leapers; that’s attitude. The world has given them a cold reception and their hot blood starts to boil over every time they start to think, which isn’t any too often but often enough.
I shake the radio and finally start to get another transmission from between the channels. This time it is a black man with a creamy, almost monotone voice, who is saying, n a sorrowful tone:
DuBois was a member of the Sigma Pi Phi, also known as the Broze’, founded in 1904 This is a very very secret society that helped bring down Marcus Garvey. This was basically an organization created for and by so-called Negroes whose middle name was “sell out.” It is funded by none other than the Rockefellers. So what we see is a bunch of white-faced NEE-groes getting ahead on the backs of their 20 million black brothers, all in cahoots with the Jew-controlled NAACP. Seems as though the white devil don’t want us to have nothin’, unless he can control it and be the shot-caller. Just like the black slave-driver who worked for Massa up in the big house. As a special treat, Massa, why, he would even let the driver sit on the special bench reserved for white men, maybe once or twice a year. That’s because he was a good NEE-gro! He spied for the white man and he lashed the back of his black brethren and even helped Massa when he decided to lynch him some bad NIH-groes!
Very much to my regret, I decided that at this point I had to turn the radio off to save the battery, just in case I needed it.
But I still heard the echoes.
And the echoes got me to thinking.
9.
THERE IS VERY LITTLE I CAN DO
I am not a fiend by nature, which is something you will learn very quickly once you get to know me a little, but I look at some of these apes who walk down the street acting as if they own it, and, these days, for all intents and purposes they do, because if you so much as bruise their purple wrists slapping on the darbies then off they go and holler police brutality and before you know it you’re surrounded by a whole screeching tribe of them and radioing for backup.
But sometimes I leaf through a catalog of what I would like to do to them. It’s a very interesting little list.
Maybe I would throw them in the lake, None of them can swim; they’ll sink like a stone to the bottom, but just to make it interesting maybe we could throw some gators and snapping turtles in there.
Or maybe I would hole them up in a cave full of snakes and wall up the exit with a gigantic boulder.
Or roll them up inside a carpet and tape it up and roll it down a hill into speeding traffic.
Or they could be broken on the wheel. Torn apart by two trees. Hanged at the Yard-Arm and keel-hauled, as the old Captain would say.
Or sometimes I picture myself throwing them from a window.
Throwing them off a cliff.
Throwing a car tire around their neck and setting it on fire, like Haagenti suggests.
Tying them to an iron armchair and lighting a great big fire underneath it.
Sure, they have souls.
I know that.
But it would be a small loss.
Because sooner or later they’re all going to be caught and punished anyway.
Then they’ll piss when they can’t whistle.
They’ll dance the Newgate hornpipe, as the Old Captain would tell you.
They’ll have a blind date with old sparky, like Haagenti likes to say.
But sometimes I have another picture in my pan.
Sometimes I think that maybe…the greatest happiness…would be to be not born at all.
Into this feast of hungry and thirsty fools!
*1 SALUTATION
TOM JONES
THUNDERBALL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDj4jytrsVY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSnyETEBAFw
ALSO SEE:
THE GRAINS OF SAND
THAT’S WHEN HAPPINESS BEGAN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rD3BMv6vmxY
THE MONTANAS
THAT’S WHEN HAPPINESS BEGAN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bj62QCFAfJk
*2 REFERENCE
POLICE RADIO CODES
https://web.stanford.edu/~reneeb/bill/n.radio.code.html
EMS DISPATCH CODES
https://wiki.radioreference.com/index.php/Priority_Dispatch_Codes
3*HUMOR
Bruce Jay Friedman’s cartoonist son reflects on his father’s legacy
https://jewishinsider.com/2020/06/bruce-jay-friedmans-cartoonist-son-reflects-on-his-fathers-legacy/
4*NOVELTY
BUFFALO X 8
https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Buffalo_buffalo_Buffalo_buffalo_buffalo_buffalo_Buffalo_buffalo
ALSO SEE:
THAT X 7
https://www.englishclub.com/ref/esl/Power_of_7/7_Thats_2948.php
5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST
IBM IS CANCELING ITS FACIAL RECOGNITION PROGRAMS
https://www.cnn.com/2020/06/09/tech/ibm-facial-recognition-blm/index.html
6* DAILY UTILITY
50 LOST MOVIE CLASSICS
https://www.theguardian.com/film/2006/dec/17/3
ALSO SEE:
CLASSIC 70S MOVIES THAT TIME FORGOT
https://collider.com/best-70s-movies-underrated/
CLASSIC 80S MOVIES THAT TIME FORGOT
https://collider.com/best-80s-movies-that-time-forgot/
CLASSIC 90S MOVIES THAT TIME FORGOT
https://collider.com/best-90s-movies-underrated/
*7 CARTOON
DACRON REPUBLICAN-DEMOCRAT
SWILLMART
FULL TEXT
8*PRESCRIPTION
HOW TO TELL WHETHER YOU’VE GOT ANGST, ENNUI, OR WELTSCHMERZ
https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/58230/how-tell-whether-youve-got-angst-ennui-or-weltschmerz
9* RUMOR PATROL
Snopes: Will Posting This Notice Stop Facebook or Instagram from Making Your Posts Public?
“WARNING: Everything you’ve ever posted becomes public from tomorrow!”
10*LAGNIAPPE
GIUFFRE, BLEY & SWALLOW
EMPHASIS (LIVE)
11*DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA
THE HUMOR OF THE COLORED SUPPLEMENT (1906)
BY RALPH BERGENGREN“…step for a moment into the world of childish fantasy, closing the iron door behind us and trying to shut out the clamor of hooting mobs, the laughter of imbeciles, and the crash of explosives….”
FULL TEXT:
12* CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE
HOW TO END TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS ONCE AND FOR ALL
FULL TEXT:
https://books.google.com/books/about/How_to_End_Toxic_Relationships_Once_and.html?id=ylamsUDLS-sC
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