To say that all this madness in North Miami Beach is making me a tad jittery would be a gross understatement. All the nasty, rude and “GO F$&K YOURSELF” comments are, if nothing else, keeping me on my toes. Not that I’m a bad driver or anything, but I’ve taken to traveling the streets of NMB even more cautiously than ever before, going at least a mile per hour under the speed limit. I’m not about to give any cop who’s already pissed off enough at me a reason to pull me over. I’m just saying.
Anyway, here’s a story for you. Try to follow the runaway train of thought of a “crazy woman.”
I may have stated a few times or so that I’m an animal lover and that I’m a sucker for a whiskered face. Rodents aren’t my favorite of all animals, but when my daughter brought home a pet hamster named Doc I welcomed him to the menagerie. I jokingly told a friend of mine that I expected Doc to pull his weight (like the cats who are on critter patrol), and that Doc decided to apply for a position at the North Miami Beach Police Department. My daughter just found out that she can’t bring Doc back to school with her this year because she’s in a brand new dorm, so we’re stuck with taking care of yet another four legged child. Yeah, we’re suckers alright.
The other night I was taking a shower and I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye a white shadow move across the window. The shower window is translucent so that Peeping Tom mayors can’t see in, but it’s hard to see out, too. At first I thought it was my imagination, but then I saw it again! I called for my husband and told him I thought someone was in the back yard. I have to tell you that it did cross my mind that maybe one of the cops who are angry at me had jumped our six foot Myron-proof fence to harass me. Left to my own devices, I really do have a wild imagination! Of course, that’s just silly, I told myself. But I still couldn’t imagine what that shadow was!
My husband went outside to check and when he came back in he said it was a white calico cat that he feeds when she comes around. The cat was apparently walking back and forth across my bathroom window ledge. My husband cracked up when I told him I was worried it might have been a cop. I was certainly relieved it was a cat and not an intruder, especially a cop impersonating a calico cat.
My friend asked me this morning how Doc was doing and if he did get that job at the police department. I told her, nah, he decided against going that route when he heard there was a position open at the Cops Crime Watch Special Forces Division. As we speak, Doc is standing guard at the bathroom window making sure calico cops don’t infiltrate the perimeter.
If this situation weren’t so damn ugly, it’d be hilarious.
Stephanie Kienzle
“Spreading the Wealth”
Hi,…I grew up with a 6’9, 350lb, racist, 2-case-of-beer-a-day-drunk, corrupt, St. Louis City Cop, and my Mom a corrupt court-clerk,…..so I get your point about the cops,….
……I’m reading more and more about how folks want to stand up to the authorities in a violent manner….the time may come for that, but let’s make them show themselves more and more,…when the time comes to fight, be ready,…but for now,…let’s let them run a muck for for a bit,…no initiation of violence on our part,….
…remember, we are in the right, they are not,…when the time comes to show ourselves completely,…perhaps it is us who will shock and awe them..?
Until then, enjoy a little of my revolutionary poetry……..
Regards,
RJ O’Guillory
Author-
Webster Groves-The Life of an Insane Family
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American Court
Faded Flags, ragged in the sun,
The Stars & Stripes fly tattered.
Americans sit, waiting to be judged,
The Bill of Rights lay sadly battered.
A Judge in Black, the Cops in Tan,
we Citizens, shamed and weak.
Lady Justice, died so long ago,
court payments begin this week.
Everyone pays, The State needs the bucks,
the Law keeps the cash rolling in.
Morality and law have no real value,
Visa validates The People’s sin.
The Dollar is King, The Court is aware,
the Fine Schedule just went up.
Judge and State, hand-n-hand,
all involved, beyond corrupt.
RJ. O’Guillory
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America The Prostrate
In a simplistic sort of way,
Across a desert lit by the moon.
America lay prostrate,
Lulled by prosperity’s tune.
Beautiful thing in a world gone mad,
Everyone knows the lies being spoke.
They spill from the mouths of bankrupt souls,
Leaderless people, morally broke.
The globe spins on, a compact disc,
Television soothes the planet.
Hard drives quietly think away,
Politicians run the gamut.
Prostrate pricks, sucking away,
At America’s aging tit.
Pay up now, or go to jail,
They care less, how you take the hit.
They act as if it will never end,
The Nazis felt much the same.
Fortify your home, your town,
These criminals have no real shame.
The knock on the door will surely come,
Midnight terror of the state.
Theft, lies, fraud and deceit,
Social incubators of pure hate.
Hang from a rope, they surely will,
These prophets of civic duty.
After the riots, the death, the trials,
Before these pirates split the booty.
RJ O’Guillory
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Boomer
A winter wind upon us,
Crystal, chilled silk bones.
Lust, no lonely orphan,
In manufacture of our groans.
Joys of youth, sands of time,
Pass slowly through the crack.
Aged genie, trapped in a bottle,
Life’s set, fades gently to black.
Material gain, material loss,
Get George Foreman’s grills.
Magnetized cards, late night orders,
storage lockers, filled to the gills.
Broken families, raised by a village,
perhaps, battered by a spouse.
Credit floats the whole generation,
everything riding on the house.
From the bottom of the barrel,
Looking up, from where one lay.
Rot dreams of glorious youth,
The price we were forced to pay.
The barrel may be home or den,
Hell takes any kind of shape.
Looking up, from the bottom,
It still feels mostly like a rape.
Everyone may think us done,
America remains, just a rumor.
Who pulled down those towers,
You’re nothing but a Boomer.
RJ O’Guillory
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Dimwit
Our mystic world of make-believe,
childish echo’s of future power.
Junior demons amongst the Bushes,
the people continue to cower.
You’d think with Bush the Younger,
the world would have known.
The fix was in, law was dead,
back, when John’s head was blown.
The Elder knows nothing of Dallas,
The Idiot, “My Pet Goat”….
Bodies piled, on bloody lies,
neither Evil needed a vote.
Corruption floats the unwashed masses,
along a river of broken dreams.
Hidden within screens of blu-plasma,
and a people’s silent screams.
We do not torture, we do not accept,
the lies of fucking liars.
Think we’ll just accept them still,
then build the midnight fires.
It won’t be me, I hope not you,
to accept this fringe bullshit.
Because I know in a hundred years,
I’ll not be known, a Fascist Dimwit
RJ O’Guillory