“The stock market has predicted nine
of the last five recessions,” said a lawyer
slicker than dear guts hanging from a doorknob.
Christ, the narcissism of minor differences!
No one is the suppository of all wisdom.
His thrusting Thatcherite bumptiousness
spills my kebabs. “Chop from behind
and there is no sound” — old assassin saying.
Right. And you may as well say, “Which number
is bigger, 5 or 15? Do owls exist? Are there hats?”
They’re all much of a muchness, old assassins.
Conservatives of this disposition can be dull,
but they know how to nurture and run institutions.
“Chop from behind and there is no sound” indeed!
Never mind. I’ve started to live my life as if I’m alive.
(Deference to Paul Samuelson, the Khmer Rouge, Red Duke, Sigmund Freud, Tony Abbott, United Kingdom, NYTimes, John Oliver, Foyle’s War, David Brooks, The News Room)
(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)