A guy buys a used motorcycle. He gets a good price on it because the finish is not in great shape. The seller warns him that to avoid rust, he must make sure that he applies a light coat of Vaseline to it, if it looks like it is going to rain.
That same day, the guy is going to meet his girlfriend's family for the first time. He picks her up on his motorcycle. On the way over, his girlfriend warns him that her family is a little weird, with odd customs: "Whatever you do," she says, "do NOT speak during dinner. Anyone who talks during dinner, even a syllable, has to wash the dishes."
So they get to the house. The guy is totally not prepared for what he sees. It's a big house, and it is covered, floor to ceiling, in dirty dishes. There are dirty dishes on the bookshelves, on the furniture, dirty dishes in the chandeliers, in the fireplace. The floor is covered with dirty dishes except for small footpaths that have been cleared.
So they sit down to dinner, and, not surprisingly, no one says a word. After about 15 minutes, the guy realizes something: He can do anything he wants, because no one will raise a word of criticism. He can do ANYTHING. And he's feeling a little horny. So he gets up from the table, walks over to his girlfriend, pulls her from the table, lays her on the floor, and ... has sex with her! Right there. On the floor.
They finish, get back to the table, and no one says a word. The guy is pretty pleased with himself. About 15 minutes later, he's still feelin' a little spunky, so he grabs his girlfriend's mother, and does the same thing to her, RIGHT ON THE TABLE.
No one says a word.
About five minutes later, the guy looks out the window, and sees that it's starting to rain.
He says: "Does anyone have any Vaseline?"
And the girlfriend's father leaps up and says, "It's okay! I'll do the dishes!"
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I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me
and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country
... Corporations have been enthroned,
an era of corruption in high places will follow,
and the money-power of the country will endeavor
to prolong its reign by working upon
the prejudices of the people
until the wealth is aggregated in a few hands
and the Republic is destroyed.
--Abraham Lincoln
November 12, 1864
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blood relations
The Direction of the Gaze
Chimps and Humans.
First cousins at the worst,
I wonder what their
Religious prophets think
When they gaze upon
Their hairless brothers,
Or if a male chimp,
Alone without a mate,
Might sometimes fantasize
On the female outside his cage
As he gazes forlornly
While he masterbates,
Unselfconsciously reminding
The rest of humanity
How little separates
The direction of our gaze
Once we remove
Our carefully assembled moat.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
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long range planning
Berlin 2007
We're building fucking walls in Baghdad
-- Who do we think we are mother Russia?
Have we become another Soviet Union
Partitioning cities to keep the good guys in,
The bad guys out,
And Check Point Charlies ad nauseum?
The president's solution to everything
Is to build a wall around anything
He doesn't understand:
Let's erect a fence between us and Mexico,
Stop all the federal funding for stem cells,
Keep gays and lesbians in a non-married ghetto,
Only listen to the news
Through a closed circle of friends,
Letting nothing in
That might disrupt his world view,
Walled up in the White House
Like some aristocratic Czar in his summer palace
While Zhivago and Julie Christy
Trade knowing glances at the revolution.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
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One of the penalities for refusing to participate in politics
is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.
-- Plato
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getting inside
The Other
You live your life
Taunted by everyone
And everything you see:
A boy, a girl
In close conversation,
You never will,
Never could do that;
Look at them,
What are they going to do next?
Go a movie,
Or sneak away to where
Boys and girls go
When they want to be alone
To do things to each other;
You watch the others,
All of them,
Walking, talking
Seemingly without care,
Buying groceries,
Watching a softball game
On a Sunday Afternoon,
Why won't they leave you alone?
Do they want to be your enemy?
Everyone? EVERYONE?
Everyone is a stranger,
Everyone is other,
Everyone is not like me;
Kill them, show them,
Kill them all.
You can't let them
Assault you like this
And let get away with it.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
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The people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders
. . . All you have to do is to tell them they are being attacked
and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism.
-- Hermann Goering
Nazi Gestapo
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