The Brothers Karamazov

"Actually, people sometimes talk about man's 'bestial' cruelty, but that is being terribly unjust and offensive to the beasts..."
Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

CASTING CALL: "Hell's A' Poppin' " (Revival) /

A.K.A. "2012 A.D., A Fantasy"

GENERAL NOTICE (Subject to change)

NOW Auditioning: Extras and Supers ONLY. After you are seen, please leave by the Street Exit.
Kindly be quiet and orderly; the Media is no longer interested in you. Use care
exiting the stage as the scenery and props have been in storage for four years.
Note: Moth-ball aroma is not life threatening. Thanks in advance for coming in. As always, " Don't call us, we'll call you."


PRINCIPALS Auditions: POTUS Coming soon. Notice will be given.

Note: There is to be an Audition audience as well as a Dress Rehearsal audience in attendance. Be presentable and prepared; working script in hand. (The play is the same so any old script will do nicely).

Note: The final script will have provisions for some minor ad libbing but the acts, scenes and ending will be the same as usual. Of course, high drama and sincerity count, but keep the emoting and scenery gnawing to a minimum, please. Two lead characters will be cast as usual; POTUS and V-POTUS. The actors may differ from the last selection but be assured the roles are identical.

Four years ago permission was granted to have the notion of "Change" expressed by the principal lead. Be advised this is no longer operative as it has confused the audience. In the future slogan selection will be confined to one with a remote plausibility of enactment.

***Professional support courtesy of Equity, SAG and AFTRA. PRINCIPALS are not union members.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Requiem for Fukushima et al

Go West at Zion's View

The hill is leached
It lays supplicant
to the sun.

Smalled men came here
They had big arms
but no regard.

Cropping on carbon lodes
Shucking living valleys
heaping raw dregs.

Despite ever blackening lights
Myopic dung beetles
at their greed.

Machines are boning out coal mountain
Seeking ancient veins
scrapping choicer flesh.

Jiffy lakes of aberrant hue
Sully spring freshets
Coddle acid brew.

Lately monster devastation calls
Man's haughty genes
green the overburden


Sunday, May 15, 2011

Be Afraid: Be Very, Very Afraid

A syndicate of counterfeiters is flooding the world with funny money. It's identical with real money but millions around the world are yearning to reject it. Still it comes rolling off the presses by the ton.

This gang can be so violent that many people are afraid to cross them and continue to accept the phony swag. It's sort of like the old 'protection racket'. Very simple. Here's how it works. You take our fake money, shut up about it and we won't kill you. Classy, eh?

Everybody just dreams of the day they can tell the big bosses "we don't want your stinkin' loot." Stick it! But that day hasn't arrived yet, sadly. And the big bosses get meaner and meaner all the time. Nobody's safe...and I mean nobody. The bosses changed the deal and got a license to kill. How 'bout them, apples. Right out of James Bond. Take our fake cash or else. Wacky guy in the MiddleEast tried to get everybody to use real money and every day they bomb his house. One day they'll nail him.

Now this counterfeiting ring has been at it since the early seventies. Started off slow, just passing enough of the phony stuff to get people used to it. Bit by bit the flow increased until it was like the Nile in floodtime. Oceans of the bogus stuff. Worlds drowning in it but on and on it comes.

In the old day you could get the law to put a stop to this criminal stuff. Interpol, or somebody. No more. Not since the big hoods got the license to kill. Now they branched into another dirty little racket; extortion. You got something they want, they make a deal; we get it or we kill you.
Wow, if the old mobs only had that special license: alas, they had to earn it the hard way.

Or course, what good is a license without the goons to go with it. Goons!, that's ancient stuff. They got high tech hit-men. Guys half human and half machine. Really, can't tell where one part leaves off and the other begins.

Bolt the door, Marge! There's something out there!

Quoth the Raving



Julius Caesar

Veni,Vedi,Vici...Sidi ( I stuck around )

Uncle Sam


....Zero Gravitas

Quoth the Raving

All I know, all any of us know, is what we're told.

...Zero Gravitas


Quoth the Raving

If it walks like a depression, talks like a depression, and looks like a depression; it's a recovery.

...Zero Gravitas

Nice paint job

Nice paint job
Watch your step!

Quoth the Raving

Full scale War in Korea; we called it a Police Action
Police Action in Iraq; we call it a War.

...Zero Gravitas


Gene Pool?

Gene Pool?

Quoth the Raving

Ecology is an impending Black Swan quagmire therefore incorporation is anathema to Economists.

...Zero Gravitas


Quoth the Raving

An incoming US President who does not immediately resign his office after having received eyes-only briefings of what's really going on is hopelessly co-opted or delusional.
....Zero Gravitas

Quoth the Raving

We are now a nation of middlemen. What becomes of us if the center cannot hold?

....Zero Gravitas

Quoth the Raving


Why not use some of the red ink to make things Green?

....Zero Gravitas

"Ashes to Ashes"

"Ashes to Ashes"