Mine Kamp
Jihad 4 McWorld
Look what they done to my song
Well, it’s the only thing that I could do half right
And it’s turning out all wrong, ma
Look what they done to my song
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Pettigrew Right Hope says the headline on your head. You just joined the Hampton boys and are feeling pretty fresh. James Johnston Pettigrew- I know all about you. Knew you personally back when and you were a rising star.
Loved you for your talent and ability even if you were one of the quality folk. Big Shot in Charleston, you aint shit in Savannah GA. There was a war a-brewing and they throwing water on you like a drowning man. I really thought you were everything best about the U.S. of A. Still do. Author, lawyer… a scholar and soldier… you about to fuck it all up. Don’t do it. You aint got no chance in hell.
A chance in hell is still a chance grinned Jimmy John. A chance in hell is exactly what you got scowled Henry. The only chance you got is this: you will ante up and they won’t. But they got a big pile of blue chips and you don’t. We had this conversation, Jimmy Pettigrew and Henry, to go on (agreed Chaska and Thabo) as to how the war started.
We were in the don’t-care column (40-60%) who either never heard of it or had other priorities. Pettigrew was one of the finest Americans Henry ever knew. So the Indian and the Negro decided it was true. Conversation on Mt. Airy plantation in the rutting season of 1860. You can see where this is going. If it’s Boing… aye mX gonna fly. lifted up. amen
Look what they done to my brain
Well, they picked it like a chicken bone
And I think I’m half insane, ma
Look what they done to my song
We been in card games (James) Jim. On both sides of the (river) Atlantic. Jay’s eyes were a-twinkle. Tell me about the U-boats Henry (this was 1862). Fair enough. I’m crazy. Hessians talk big business when we are drunk. Ach but you are the one who wants to invade pol- Pennsylvania. Only because Mars Robert says so. Pee Jay. He aint the genius like Lincoln is.
Against your Pope, laughed Pettigrew. Well-spoken for a Jacobin boy. But everybody hates the Abolitionists, especially when they’re right. It’s because they are right, said Jim with his sad little smile. Even 50 years after the war… Henry could scarcely think of him without weeping. Old friends are like that- especially when they’ve been gone.
a long time.
Wish I could find a good book
Well, if I could find a real good book
I’d never have to come out and look at
What they done to my song
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Rx Old People
Truth lies in bullshit.
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
Signs in the street, that say where you’re going
Are somewhere just being their own
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By the time she had nested in this particular time (and place), the Dart had grown. At the beginning of the war she was 300 feet long and 40 feet wide. Now she was some 800×80 and looked like a big black blimp. She was born a ship and now she was a sentient being. She learned how to think at 15, learned how to transcend time at twenty.
In the meantime, she learned to fly. To her human passengers she was one of a kind- but she was one of the many as long as she could think. Before that- even. She had the spirit of horse, the body of shark and mind of a hawk but had to find a place in order to disgorge her human passengers.
The ground crew looked agog. Is she going to poop or lay an egg? Everybody is a conservative down there because they love the flag and hate liberals and are pious Christians. Arms active in church work. So here we go again grumbled Henry. Had to heckle Chaska and Thabo over a headset. Their old asses being safe at Copper Harbor.
The yanks and rebs are going to go at it again. You should see the shit they are using now. Scalar weapons. Scaler weapons. Verbal assault is their default. National Socialism is an oxymoron and (once again) the cattle have no prescience of the peasants and their oxtail soup. Place is essential to them because their life is so short and their days are so long.
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town, known for its sound
In places, small faces unbound
The rebs had no medals- but rank was everything. Yanks had a pecking order too- but money was everything. We appear to be above some kind of giant orchard Punta explained. Religion is involved and there is a war going on outside. Death-head SS approaching. Panzerfausts and M-45s. Idiot. In Nebraska? Pandora winced and Henry poked his head outside.
Dart’s powdery skin felt hard as stone and cold as the moon it glittered like dew in the dark. Yo-ho below (Henry roared from above) throwing them a line. While ye shine yer bowling bald butt-faces up at me making donut mouths like cats assholes… HEAVE to yer verdampt davits and get aground our cotton Sons of Bosses.
Bowling balls bawled and small arms spinach to Popeye the goober man getting the war they were hoping for just like in 1861 when they wanted to do more than their fathers had done. Rosa Meade Thorn was born on the horn of that (socialism nationalism) battle and grew to Buddhahood at five. She chose the Portal rather than warn of the Great War.
Awakened (they mocked Christ you know) on Cemetery Hill while watching a murmuration of starlings. Baby stars (like) Pleiades. They saw the set-piece opera and studied as the once and future Earth. Fine art is part of getting to that point. Poe’s Law is our American Gothic horror story in the Romantic tradition. Henry got the 1900 renaissance exposition.
Raphael got the picture.
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone
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Chaska n>Charge
Thabo Below Zero
Sooner or later there won’t be much around
Tell that to your kids while you driving downtown
That there’s only so much oil on the ground
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Alabama is a better ship than she is a state grumbled Henry. Sandwiched down there between Georgia and Mississippi… (the deck leaned) Alabama HIIIIEEE screamed Chaska from the crow’s nest. Thabo got the fire down below. HSS Dart (forget what her name was back then) surged ahead with her twin turbine 100 hp steam engines.
Quite powerful in her day during the US Civil War when they would rendezvous with Alabama mid-Atlantic. Semmes recognized her as the Tallahassee although she flew a Hessian flag, he kept a wary eye on her forward Hotchkiss deck gun- a contraption like he had never seen. Henry gave the Captain a broad grin and snappy salute. At this point in the story, the transaction is moot.
The crew cooperated quickly. Pilots carry pistols so they can shoot… themselves when they run out of toilet paper. Toilet paper? In a good conductor, skin depth is proportional to square root of the resistivity. This means that better conductors have a reduced skin depth. Skin effect. It is caused by opposing eddy currents induced by the changing magnetic field resulting from the alternating current.
Who is Eddy? No matter. What is the (current) alternating between (is the question). That’s how you run a railroad. You have to check everything that gets aboard the Clue Train. Note that in a scaler (linear) direction world Fa is a note to follow So. Me dough adds Thabo (kneading a joke) of his own.
Can’t cut loose without that juice
If we keep on like we doing things for sure
Will not be cool – It’s a fact
We just aint got sufficient fuel
You can run a railroad or an orchestra or an army on skin effect. A fight is much different than a war (or tune or train). Flight is personal and war is business. Your instruments, your seat or your rank determines your skin effects. The Confederacy had a whole hat-full of Lieutenant Generals. Union had only one. In battle, every man is in charge of the whole war for about three seconds.
Survivors never come back for thirds. Enough time to say what the f- and whap. Nobody knows more about skin effect than girls do interrupts Punta (for obvious reasons). We are all born with it- just like dementia. We are not always the first to see it in ourselves. Yukon see the landing zone.
Henry did, wished he didn’t but Dart had her toes extended. Was she a bird of prey? She was going to land there anyway. Grippers and spreaders. Pandora asked to hold her steady. Listen to the hair in your ears grow Punta. It’s the third US Civil War and it isn’t 1915. No it’s somewhere in the 21st Century… but we are doing a reenactment now- a replica- of a job we did in 1864.
The ship shuddered and settled like a nesting bird. What we need now is a sense of the absurd (gold rush) Pandora explained to the crew. Historians, archivists, scholars and scientists and physicists from beyond… talking, typing, (sometimes crawling) on screens.
New knew people
No excuse for our abuse
We just assume that we will not
Exceed the oil supply
But soon enough the world will watch the wells run dry
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Leap Year
Baron in Concert
Ease on in a hip thang
But you ain’t exactly sure what is hip
So you started to let your hair grow
Spent big bucks on your wardrobe
Somehow, ya know there’s much more to the trip
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The year is not to be confused with the Hamptons. Hampton Roads is the name of a body of water in the United States that serves as a wide channel for the James River which proved most useful even before the war. The battle of Hampton Roads is what the Southrons call the clash between USS Monitor and CSS Virginia.
These things were simply two iron potfulls of cannons. Unseaworthy scows to Henry, they reminded Thabo of what sticks up after a flood, Chaska (who came from where water was scarce) could imagine two giants fighting over a feather. Now the CSS Alabama… that was a ship says Henry. A beautiful thing. We hailed her many times during the war.
She deserved better than she got adds Thabo. Better would not have engaged at all Chaska observes. She got exactly what she deserved Punta would say adding (like Pandora does) that it was a useless sacrifice for a lost cause. Lost cause is the only one worth fighting for, says Henry ‘because Alabama had style. Clean. You know what I mean.
Speed. The way that never becomes passé. Transport transcended time and space for thousands of years. Deus lo volt except in our case it was high voltage, that’s all. Henry wanted to make her fly and time flies when you’re having fun. We showed the Rothschild boats some fun with a spark in a glass bullet.
In an effort to find you a new you
And maybe even raise your conscious level
While you’re striving to find the right road
There’s one thing you should know
“What’s hip today, might become passé”
The glass bullet is a metaphor for technology Henry did not fully understand himself. There is no bullet, powder, or explosion. There is a shower of sparks like when a tornado hits a high-power line but there is no noise. Kowtow… then seconds of ghastly silence until the tiny sparks drift away. Or disperse like a firework sphere notes Chaska (who has seen it but once).
Gaps in the line must have been connected because dendrite roguery fracking Rothschild signaling Anglican warships to destroy US. GmbH Dart sees, hears and knows their intentions- and only Henry knows how. And he’s crazy adds Thabo who wind watches the whole thing ( and is beginning to smell a joke). Chaska knows things go better.
Suppose you could call it a capacitor. Regulator? No. Those were at Andersonville, a sore spot in soviet Georgia. Henry could not stop dreaming of a glass bottle of dark syrup under a red sign. This was why they harvested coca bales from the hull of Alabama. They could visit the battles again as ghosts. But ahead in time they could act, and there… be dragons: the un-known.
Funks be everywhere be blessing or curse, easy passage or making it worse. Daisy was a bright spot in all of this; an opposing professional who loved their craft more than any cause. You don’t hate the one who succeeds at what you could not do. You hate the ones who do what you could have done…
and did not.
Hipness is, what it is
Hipness is, what it is
Sometimes hipness is, what it ain’t
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