Friday, January 10, 2003

By Jingo


We don't want to fight,

but, by jingo, if we do,

we've got the ships,

we've got the men,

we've got the money, too.




Gunslinger To The World swaggered toward the dusty corral, unaware of the dark shapes that lurked well beyond his own narrow and distorted vision. He would do that which, he was convinced, he had been chosen to do. Some of us watching his descent along the dark avenue had, in the not-too-distant past, the means to prevent the awful mistake that was to come. But now we stood, mute witnesses to the Gunslinger's inexorable momentum, shouted into silence by cliques of profiteers and crowds of devout yahoos. Nothing was left to us but dread. And despair.