Power II (continued)
ass bear, wolf, or some other ferocious beast made all theother little
fuckers stay away from his private hunting grounds. And before all that,
before a glacier shit rocks all over the place and made the land to begin
with, this happy horse-shit was all under water.
“Mike, I just came over to let you know about the tire tracks and I told you
that it’s not a big deal and that I’d take…..”
“Larry, don’t get me wrong. I’m not pissed or upset; I’m just trying to
explain that ownership and power to control is just temporary and that it’s
like one big fucking vacuum. As soon as someone or something, or a
bunch of somethings or someones, move away, like a big machine, the
power gets sucked up and deposited into the control of the next asshole
who just happens to be passing by. You see, Larry, the power is always
there and it’s just a matter of who or what is going to temporarily use it or
abuse it. It’s like the wind in the middle of the ocean, Larry - if there’s no
sail boat there, then it doesn’t make a difference if it's blowing hard or
not. So, I say ‘Fuck it,’ I’m not putting up a fence.”
“Mike, it’s OK, really, if you don’t want a fence. It doesn’t bother me. I’ve
got one in the back and if you’d rather not have one in the front, then that’
s fine with me.”
“Larry, just one more example and then I’ll let you go. Before this house
was here, I’d come down here to see the empty, forested lot. There were
big black crows all over the place, cawing and cackling like they ruled the
plot for sure. I guess you could say that, for awhile at least, between the
farmers and the Indians and the blood-thirsty beasts, the crows had power
– that is, until we moved in and built a house and cut down some of their
favorite big trees. One day, I thought about this while my daughters were
getting ready to go to a party, fighting over a curling iron; I came out here
and just stared up at the tree tops. You see, there are still some nice tall
trees over there, but the crows were all fighting over the same damned
branch and making a huge racket. I said to myself, ‘These idiot birds could
have any big tree, but they all want the same fucking branch to sit on.’
There were five or six crows all fighting over the same dead limb, when
they were surrounded by hundreds or thousand of branches, just like my
daughters with the curling iron. It’s all just power moving around, Larry.
Now, about those tire tracks…….”
fuckers stay away from his private hunting grounds. And before all that,
before a glacier shit rocks all over the place and made the land to begin
with, this happy horse-shit was all under water.
“Mike, I just came over to let you know about the tire tracks and I told you
that it’s not a big deal and that I’d take…..”
“Larry, don’t get me wrong. I’m not pissed or upset; I’m just trying to
explain that ownership and power to control is just temporary and that it’s
like one big fucking vacuum. As soon as someone or something, or a
bunch of somethings or someones, move away, like a big machine, the
power gets sucked up and deposited into the control of the next asshole
who just happens to be passing by. You see, Larry, the power is always
there and it’s just a matter of who or what is going to temporarily use it or
abuse it. It’s like the wind in the middle of the ocean, Larry - if there’s no
sail boat there, then it doesn’t make a difference if it's blowing hard or
not. So, I say ‘Fuck it,’ I’m not putting up a fence.”
“Mike, it’s OK, really, if you don’t want a fence. It doesn’t bother me. I’ve
got one in the back and if you’d rather not have one in the front, then that’
s fine with me.”
“Larry, just one more example and then I’ll let you go. Before this house
was here, I’d come down here to see the empty, forested lot. There were
big black crows all over the place, cawing and cackling like they ruled the
plot for sure. I guess you could say that, for awhile at least, between the
farmers and the Indians and the blood-thirsty beasts, the crows had power
– that is, until we moved in and built a house and cut down some of their
favorite big trees. One day, I thought about this while my daughters were
getting ready to go to a party, fighting over a curling iron; I came out here
and just stared up at the tree tops. You see, there are still some nice tall
trees over there, but the crows were all fighting over the same damned
branch and making a huge racket. I said to myself, ‘These idiot birds could
have any big tree, but they all want the same fucking branch to sit on.’
There were five or six crows all fighting over the same dead limb, when
they were surrounded by hundreds or thousand of branches, just like my
daughters with the curling iron. It’s all just power moving around, Larry.
Now, about those tire tracks…….”
