SAM I am, the Hammering Man
Yesterday I went to visit sis for lunch (bro and I used to call her “twisted sister”, so there ya go) who didn’t remember I was coming over at noon because she was passed out in bed with a half empty magnum of Gallo’s finest standing silent witness. I gently nudged her shoulder and spoke quietly to try to awaken her so as to not cause a start, as I took out the phone and began to dial 911. She moved a bit and mumbled. Good. Saturday wasn’t going to be a 911 day.
Today, I find myself sending a belated April Fools letter to a friend.
All pathos and comedy aside, It sort of snuck up on me. I’M the one who is asleep! I’m in this dualistic nightmare and I can’t wake up!!! Islamo-Secular? Commie-Fascist?? Hello? It’s not just me. The very fact that our political discourse has suddenly become an insane conjunction of opposites is just par for the golf course of dualism realizing its singularity.
You know, I hate to admit it, but I actually threatened a hammer at the man in the mirror today. Apparently gentle nudges and speaking quietly is not working. I’m not just asleep, I’m comatose. I dunno, maybe threats will work. It seems to work for everyone else, why not try it on my Self? Sometimes, it takes a bit of, shall we say, “theatrics”, to wake up. Wake up! Wake the fuck up!!!