The rage machine dwindles and shimmers on the horizon, always a tiny dot in my rear-view, or just over that far hill.
The reptilian brain. The oldest part of sentience, the first thing that is truly ours. Rage.

Raging as you wake up hungry in a wet diaper, cold, some hippy left the window open after they burned the lentils again. Sharing the rage with the world at the top of your tiny but expressive lungs.

Getting into it now as you hear them coming for you, to shut you up with lies about love. Well, this time they are going to hear the full story, feel it's dark cavernous empty depths, respect my authority!

"There, there baby, you are all wet you little silly-pants, Aww!" A nipple in my mouth shuts up an awful lot of my rage and why is it so easy to get me in line with a promise of a full belly like this mouthful right here and life is in the moment, baby, and this is starting to get good with the bouncing and let's see where she's going with this, I'm STILL mad, YO.... Just sayn.

Resistance starts to fade, can't we all just get along, but no, they will never learn if you cave in this easily, stand up for our rage rights baby boy, resist the rocking and the cooing and what is this awful trick? This is a rubber nipple, not a bottle tip! I refuse to be pacified so easily, you had better call in for an airstrike, get your napalm buddy, because this baby rage is entrenched!

Another be-diapered terrorist cell becomes activated.
The torture never stops.



caveman at the movies

the man in the grey flannel suit was showing on the old movie station.  this movie and a movie about the french foreign legion really jumped thru the third wall at me, despite their age.  both were full of truth and stand up to time.   throw away lines about who the french are fighting in the desert and their way of life.  the nobility of the desert dwellers.  gotta make a point about seeing lawrence of arabia again. 
one of the funkiest scenes in the movies is when the leader of the legion outpost has been drilling his boys in the desert after having been met in the desert by the local leader. 
everyone in the town stares him down.  one grinning old guy is just sharpening and sharpening his sword with a smile on his face.  the movie ends up with the death of the legionairres giving the desert prince a gold crypt which will unite the tribesmen.  the french wont be back against a well organized country anytime soon.  just like we followed them into viet nam, we followed them into the gulf.  the speech made by the desert prince is something to see.  hes right on virtually every topic.  as he talks about what the price of progrees was when every sign in the country is in french and the doctors all speak french and the money is french.  the legionairre tells him to embrace progress and civilization and the desert man says hows that technology working out for you in the first quarter of this magic century? 
the other movie was about advertising and the head of an agency who tells the up and coming ad man to kick his tv in he shouldnt be letting his kids watch that shit.  but most people do.  most people arent watching these old movies but im starting to get drawn into them.  they are filled with golden ironic statements

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