The Devil Is Loose In The Land

                                     

                                                 The Devil Is Loose In The Land

   
     Rick and me were out for a couple of snorts the other night when we starts talkin' about how the devil is loose in the land. Now Rick says that that ain't all that bad what with the devil pretty much bein' loose in the land 24/7 forever, to which I says shit, he ain't never been so loose in the land as now what with the president of the good ol' US of A decidin' to snuff out our own citizens without no trial, not even in abstentia and with no explanation whatsoever except that they're a member of al qaeda or a 'associated group' at which point Rick starts jabberin' about how if yer lucky enough to get a job in our great country these days it's likely gonna be a job at America's biggest Free Market soul snuffin' employer, WalMart where you will be labeled a associate, and that there ain't much difference between a soul snuffed Walmart associate and a soul snuffin' al qaeda associate but I digress. Rick, says I, ain't we supposed to be a nation of laws, not men? Ain't the snuffin' supposed to be ordered by a court of law, not a man, president or otherwise? Buck, says Rick, for all yer experience and attitude, you are a pathetic idealist. There ain't no such thing as the constitution and democracy and liberty and all that shit no more. It's all theater, smoke and mirrors, dogs and ponies. Yeah, yeah, yeah, says I, but ain't this the place where we draw the line? Ain't murder where we draw the line? Murder?, says he? What kinda murder? Murder by Health Insurance? Murder by Wall Street? Murder by Cops? Murder by Homelessness? Well, what with all this heavy shit hangin' in the air, we ended up doin' the Dance of the Pachyderms quicker than shit through a tin horn, wanderin' from bar to bar confabulatin' on the tragedy of life and, as Rick puts it, the futility of it all, and before ya know it, I sees that look in Rick's eyes and I figure we’re gonna end up in the hoosegow sooner than later so I says Rick, quit thinkin' about all this shit. There's a lifetime to fight the shit heads with no fear in our hearts. Let's start thinkin' about gettin' laid. He then looks me right in the eye and gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, yer my pal, Buck. Let's get laid. And we did.