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I wrote a post on the 28th. I did not post-it. It was all about how the whole flu-thing was called off, a spurious idea gone wrong and failed; it posited the idea that sanity was uppermost in people’s minds. Some times things look better in the morning. Then comes the light of day, sun beats down, and soon it is noon with just the mad dogs and Englishmen left to rule the world. So here we are on Thursday, six days gone and how the world has changed.
There are so many conflictions. So many conflicting ideas and rumors and incompetent leaders providing no leadership. This is the “my flu, my way” era of self-assertion. Liberty is on every tongue. Any one and every one can have their own flu experience; even call it by their own name. It is American marketing at its best. I called it right with “N1-H1” at the outset. Then came the Spanish Flu, the Swine Flu, the Mexican Flu, the Kosher Flu, the Nafta Flu, the Novel Flu and a thousand other names for “My Flu” (dot com) and “Your Flu” and the not in my backyard Flu and the Economic Doom Flu (for want of a better name).
I guess all dogs have the rabies. Did you ever see a dog that did not drool? Quarantine and confiscate and inoculate each dog; it’s high noon and the corrals OK and fear is on the street; a good-natured fear of course; a “what-ever” sort of fear and loathing, indifferent, insipid, random and without direction. Israel raises 10 pounds of pork for each Israeli citizen. I guess that is why the government finds the word “swine” so offensive; bad for business. 10,000 pigs a month for “scientific reasons”. Evidently a big appetite for science, bio-war, polluted pigs with a disease that both pigs and humans can get. That’s the whole point now isn’t it? Why not stop the sale and wholesale of pork?
So even Kosher Egypt slaughtered all its hogs. Moslem Pigs; sounds so much like the US Army propaganda, in training camps where even Marine are (is, is only one) dying (but has not died yet). The guilty pigs at the Smithfield Ham site (Ham pork, not Ham radio) in Vera Cruz, in Mexico are of course safe (if not well). The sick pigs there will be in due course butchered, sold, sold to fat cat Wall Street bankers for their summer sausage and their Sunday Buffets and have a little ham, a little deviled ham, a little ham and Spam, and maybe eat some nearly cooked bacon too.
Schools are now closed in Fort Worth; Dallas is so very close. How soon before we find the swine in Crawford? No schools there, just ignorance and arrogance and just the guy to line up and be the one first shot (with a needle to the arm), the leg, the buttocks. Homeland Security will favor the buttocks shot, a flu shot that is most revealing like their strip search arrays at airports. It’s just all so predictable at first. “My flu, my way”. Who are these nuts?
WHO says cough into the crock of your arm. The army says use tissue. Who is right; or WHO is not right? The liberals and one-worlders will bend their arms; the military and flag-waving patriots will all buy Kleenex. Just following instructions or orders I guess. Some say the masks work; some say “no”. The Mexican military passed out six million (like the Holocaust number). Or maybe it was only four million, but denial is a crime. The CDC says that you should stockpile masks; Fort Worth and New York City refuse to use them. The Army (US and US Marines) will not issue them. Tamiflu is not on the CDC list. So who gets shot with what? Stay tuned; it has got to get better as everything gets worse.
Flu masks work gets 765 Google hits; do not work gets only 88. But there is that number again “88”, it keeps popping up everywhere in conjunction with the flu. 88 days is the orbit time in earth days of Mercury around the sun. I sense a connection here. The Mercury Flu, because it is so mercurial, so mysterious, so fast moving, so far away and yet so near. What is it that I really need to buy? A telescope? When will the aliens arrive to save us? Or are we just pork chops being prepared for dinner? Filthy pigs living on slop and corn and the disease does not matter. It’s just profit every one. You eat, you die.
The corporate farm and pork belly consolidation. The NAFTA thing. Small pig farmers went belly up. Agri-business went King (size or super-size or outsized and not nationalized and why not first close the border to US imports from US companies not in the USA? Close the (Mexico) border gets 2,820 Google hits; an Open border only 220. I think I know where this is going. “Tear Down the Wall”; where is Reagan when we need him? And don’t even get me started about Ford and 1976 and the Swine Flu then and even then the pig farmers bellyached about the name “Swine” flu. They just don’t get it. The pigs really are the problem. Even Kosher Pork is bad, every Moslem should know better; even every US Marine. Sinclair Lewis was wrong; Ham & Eggs on Tuesday is really not a safe bet. His flu, his way.
I don’t have to wait till May the Fifth, Mexico in a war with France. The writings on the wall. It is like a rework of the old IBM axiom, “Pig in, pig out”.
There was a sink hole in my neighborhood last night. It was at least 25 feet across when I first saw it in the middle of the road (the street, does it matter?). It kept growing. A torrent of sewage moving underground (under road, under the street), a whole river of foul smelling muck created each day by humans and human inhabitants and the human habitations. Then the infrastructure went bad. What was always there but hidden was opened up for all the world and neighborhood to see (and smell). It really stank. I resolved then and there to never live above an underground river; secret rivers swelling, churning, taking sewage to the sea, killing oceans, maybe the icebergs and ice are breaking because of the bacteria and the filth. Bio-crud melts the polar ice; ask Al gore what’s really going on.
The road was built on sand, densely packed as deep as sewers. Then a foot of aggregate. Then eight or ten inches of asphalt stuff, oil and water do not mix; the water washed the sand away and the aggregate and the asphalt could not float in space alone. The hole could have swallowed a Hummer, maybe two or three; a whole lot of Fiats; a fleet of Chevy trucks. I guess it did. My view, according to the news. But the sewage kept on gushing, the whole and hole got bigger. In time I could not bear to watch. I could not bear to smell. I had my swine flu mask at the ready. Instead I walked away.
The city lights were flashing. Liquid Waste, Police Cars, Barricades and Signs always ready, set up (and down) on the street on asphalt still not fallen, waiting for another day. Time moves so quickly. Perhaps the wait is not that long. Sink hole, stink hole, so much garbage underneath. So little time to fix it. Can you hear me now?
[2009.04.30 / Thursday – The Open Border Flu]