Harvesting the Wheat - Or - Karma's a Real Bitch
There is a time bomb planted in the middle of America. It was put there by a secret cartel of very bad people called politicians. But, they had help. Who were these dastardly traitors? Americans. That's who. Millions of them, even tens of millions aided and abetted in the betrayal. Most did so because they were ignorant as dirt. Some did, though, because they were caught-up in a feeding frenzy of political goodwill and other misbegotten ideas. Still, others were like vultures, feeding off the corpses of the near-dead as they their bodies lay rotting in the sun—all for a buck, mind you.
Then along came Bernie, who knew what to do—and everyone said "Heck yeah!" Cause they knew less than nothing, they lived in a vacuum of human awareness. They had anti-knowledge, but it made them feel good, so they kept it up. "Why rock the boat?" They thought. "Stupid is good. Knowledge is bad."
Then there was Hillary. She had name recognition, which was important. Without name recognition nobody knew what to think. "Who was that?" They asked. "I don't know." was the answer. Then, with a blank stare they turned on their Fave internet sites and perused headlines like "Two headed shark attacks gremlin." Or, Who would win in a fight Superman or Donald Trump?" But only if Trump came from the planet Krypton. After all, they wanted to keep it real.
They also wondered why they had to work. Why take a job they hated, when they could go back to school and get an education studying their best subject, which was themselves. Woman's studies, Black studies, Chicano studies, lesbian, gay, transsexual or all of the above, that's if they wanted a comprehensive education that guaranteed that they'd be prepared for absolutely nothing in the real world. But, they would have tens of thousands of dollars in student loan debt to show for it, and that was something.
It was a time when there were wars and rumor of wars of earthquakes and famine, global warming and global cooling, population bombs and dying polar bears that weren't actually dying. The people had empathy, though, and empathy was good. It was something. It proved their humanity, at least. Even if the bar had been lowered so low that a woodchuck or a goat could qualify as well.
So with nothing else to do, they sat and waited. For what? They weren't sure. But something would happen, it always did. And, if their thoughts were positive, it would be good, cause that's how the universe rolls.
Then, one day, off in the distance the sound of hissing became increasingly loud. The sound of planes flying overhead could be heard, too. Marching feet with an incessant rhythm grew louder and louder—and it came—before anyone could think, which they no longer did, but they tried anyway. It was too late, however, it was upon them, disaster delayed, karma, the wheat and the chaff, the end. And, as the seed fell to the ground, the process began anew, from the beginning. Maybe this time it would be different. Here's hoping.
Mark Magula
Then along came Bernie, who knew what to do—and everyone said "Heck yeah!" Cause they knew less than nothing, they lived in a vacuum of human awareness. They had anti-knowledge, but it made them feel good, so they kept it up. "Why rock the boat?" They thought. "Stupid is good. Knowledge is bad."
Then there was Hillary. She had name recognition, which was important. Without name recognition nobody knew what to think. "Who was that?" They asked. "I don't know." was the answer. Then, with a blank stare they turned on their Fave internet sites and perused headlines like "Two headed shark attacks gremlin." Or, Who would win in a fight Superman or Donald Trump?" But only if Trump came from the planet Krypton. After all, they wanted to keep it real.
They also wondered why they had to work. Why take a job they hated, when they could go back to school and get an education studying their best subject, which was themselves. Woman's studies, Black studies, Chicano studies, lesbian, gay, transsexual or all of the above, that's if they wanted a comprehensive education that guaranteed that they'd be prepared for absolutely nothing in the real world. But, they would have tens of thousands of dollars in student loan debt to show for it, and that was something.
It was a time when there were wars and rumor of wars of earthquakes and famine, global warming and global cooling, population bombs and dying polar bears that weren't actually dying. The people had empathy, though, and empathy was good. It was something. It proved their humanity, at least. Even if the bar had been lowered so low that a woodchuck or a goat could qualify as well.
So with nothing else to do, they sat and waited. For what? They weren't sure. But something would happen, it always did. And, if their thoughts were positive, it would be good, cause that's how the universe rolls.
Then, one day, off in the distance the sound of hissing became increasingly loud. The sound of planes flying overhead could be heard, too. Marching feet with an incessant rhythm grew louder and louder—and it came—before anyone could think, which they no longer did, but they tried anyway. It was too late, however, it was upon them, disaster delayed, karma, the wheat and the chaff, the end. And, as the seed fell to the ground, the process began anew, from the beginning. Maybe this time it would be different. Here's hoping.
Mark Magula