WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK


By Jerry Vilhotti

"So Byrom you say you now want to be a writer making millions of dollars! 
That shows. That shows how the super elite hiding deep inside their bunkers have
brain washed you into thinking you could do what they are the most afraid of — being
a thinking person! Why do you think our dear politicians have fabricated the notion
that there is a so called free education and you will be able to serve your country
with your brain when they made sure your brain would have water drowning it from
putting two thoughts together to vuck with pleasure - One on the Other - to come
out to an understanding? That's why they keep hate alive by having races and
ethnic groups calling each other ugly names. Were your normal school teachers like
priests not allowed to marry? They weren't because that would have cost money
and that's the real god in people's hearts and if there is a true God he
will compassionately say all you bastards must go to the great poet's ninth
circle of hell for you have betrayed yourselves and all others who trusted you!
Did you ever read Luis Bunuel's words where he said:  'In any society, the
artist has a responsibility.  His effectiveness is certainly limited and a writer
or painter cannot change the world,but they can keep an essential margin of nonconformity
alive.  Thanks to them, the powerful can never affirm that everyone agrees with
their acts.  That small difference is very important.  When power feels itself totally
justified and approved, it immediately destroys whatever freedoms we have left,
and that is fascism.' You know my dear Byrom Hoover Bush, your great country
is now in the womb of all that with no enjoyment. You and all the phonies are being
swirled down a toilet bowl but you think it's a ride in an amusement park! 
And it was you who wanted to come to this city that they call a place of light built
on lies!  The global gobblers will find themselves one day in Dante's ninth
circle because these so-called leaders sold the country out while wearing their
flags and phony smiles!  Don't they see they're killing the very thing that
is sustaining them?"  Olivia said,while they were in the nation's capitol
on Olivia's dime, in a hotel overlooking the Potomac River; using the tone his
father struck when displaying his condescension honeyed with venom.

How he had embarrassed her when he did three of his pseudo TB coughing attacks making
many people run for cover in a great panic and then he settled the Capitol police
down who were going to shoot him dead thinking he was a Bunny Laden though being
eight inches shorter than the alleged terrorist by doing his speech therapist's
suggestion before saying words that began with a consonant:  "Officers (whistle)
we are (whistle) Americans (whistle) from Ashtabula, Ohio!"  His wink made
all fifty police persons cock their guns thinking he were going to spill the beans
in his code about the hundreds of thousands of voters denied to vote in the great
state of Democracy once owned by Connectandcut; pulling off a second smoke and mirrors
feat within five years not needing a Supreme Court to elect a so called president
for a second time ....
Olivia misunderstood Byrom's look of fear which was masking his deep concern
that in fact he had used up all his capital and was going to be asked to leave her
accommodations and he would be forced to go live once again in a marginal neighborhood
to take on his roll of camouflage to allude definition and be caught by agents searching
for him for the support payments he owed his wife with the four children of whom
he knew for certain the last two were not his.

"Byrom.  Byrom you look at me with darting blinking eyes of love.  You think
I'm far too wonderful to criticize and you always suck in your breath out of
respect for me!"

It was moments like this he hated Berlin University educated Olivia, at least ten
years his senior, and yet he realized if he were to make it by becoming one of her
son's managers at one of his many custard stands in the great state of Our Kind
of Democracy, Ohio — not far from Kent State where students got a good learning
about disobeying authority that "indeed" his father, The Old Warrior,
often used that word and the expression "I'm, afraid" often in his
dazzling display of superiority over those whom he felt inferior, his last chance
for success would be dashed forever.

He would have to watch his ways — if he were ever going to succeed in this survival
of the fittest kind of world.

"(Whistle) let's (whistle) go (whistle) see (whistle) the (whistle) sights
and our (whistle) great lea... lea...leaders and (whistle) their (whistle) Great
(whistle) Decider!"

" You decided all that by yourself?  Talk like a vucking subservient human
being!" Olivia said with an expression his father had once owned.  END  10-3-08