post modem .. just past the library
what you will want
the whores are suzy… they’ve all seen the movie, even though it was for a diffferent war, different time, even different country.
we all lived the same. danced, drank. pretending that we were more than this. afraid that we would never get home. even when we returned.
we are not your baby boys. we are not your heros.
we have been forced into this place, this time without peace.
The year is 2017. We are in Alaska. The Gasline has been finished and gas is flowing. The gas in that line along the highway we are traveling. It tracks the highway for hundreds of miles, within eye sight. It looks gorgeous, so shiny. Shinier than traffic signs or the tractors and airplanes parked alongside the roadway. This is hardy country, full of people with God on their mind and Guns in their trucks.
Honest people that fight.
So imagine that you are a teenaged boy. It is night just after you have won the hockey match. You and your friends, sixpackers in training, are riding along the highway. With no coyotes to shoot, what do you shoot at? The stop sign looks fun, but that glowing steel horizon looks so much better. Besides you can drive along it an practice rapid firing, just as if you were in the Army, defending your country. Besides this might even light up the very long, cold darkness of Alaska.
In Eureka, during Reagan’s take over of California, tree stumps and massive logs floated down streams from wide scale logging. The extra wood was sometimes set adrift, filling the bays with logs, stumps, burl. Small whole earth communities tried to turn this into community and commerce. Creative communities based upon the principle of recovering the waste from aggressive corporations. This is the Reagan that came to power, whose leftovers still fill your head. That was the Reagan that said
A tree is a tree — how many more do you need to look at?”
A trip upto Eureka this past August shows the impact that a governor whose expertise is based on being there brings. Experience is a poor teacher of idiots.
In that once vital bay
now there are beer cans stuck in the sand and shallows, as dead birds and engine slicks float by. Governorship does not gurantee understanding. Eureka lived the Reagan revolution and logged like there was no tomorrow. But tommorrow has come and the only thing trickling down is income, employment and sewage. Lets all go out to Samoa and piss one for the gipper.
Governor Palin is being praised for her mastery of energy. If that means “energize,” then I concur. It is doubtful that history will be as kind to her as it has been to Ronald Reagan. More pressingly, I hope that Governor Palin doesn’t have as lasting an effect on energy and Alaska as Governor Reagan did on those humbled in Humboldt.
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