The Shard below is included in the 2005 book, War All the Time, available here if you’d like to know more about it or possibly order it by clicking here…
Shoeless Joe, a G.I. gone legless for democracy. A reduction in benefits and he’s under a bridge in Seattle pestering people driving by in air-conditioned cars with his scrawled cardboard prophecy that proclaims the sky is falling.
Johnny has gone for a soldier.
Protest is a spectator sport. Something gives us a scare and we rush off to dial 911. But we wind up dialing M for Murder. Buildings too big for their britches come crashing down, and for a brief moment we almost see clearly. What the fuck? Then we drop the phone and rush to turn on the TV. Over the next few weeks we witness planes ramming the same tall buildings over and over; then we go out and invade the whole fucking world. Someone’s mojo is working.
We’re talking political correctness. We’re talking all men are born equal, and after that most are expendable We’re talking you can fool some of the people all the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time, although that day is drawing near. We’re talking hail Caesar, hail storm, hale and hearty, Laurel and Hardy a comedy team of errors, hail, hail the gangs all here, lined up like ducks in a shooting gallery.
Those jeeps and suburbans and gas-guzzling dream boats cruising the streets of your hometown with fluttering flags on their antennae are being driven by people who used to flock to witch burnings, the active ingredient of pogroms, history and pre-history’s goose-stepping legions. All they need is a leader who will rip their heads off and shit down their throats and they’re good to go.
It’s good to know these things in advance so that when your passport turns brown you will already have crossed the border from Never-Never Land into OZ.