~ OLD TIMER CHRONICLE ~
What About The Oil?
reported by Cloyd Campfire
Febuary 2008
I got a message from Martha Morningstarofthevalley a few hours after dawn. She couldn’t get Davy Crockett Reincarnated out of bed. He had one last thing to do for the January issue of the Old Timer Chronicle ~ he had to write an editorial about oil. What about oil? Beats me. He was supposed to be writing it ~ not me.
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Martha had tried a bucket of water in the face ~ a kick in the ribs ~ everything. But Davy wouldn’t wake up. So I hopped on my donkey & clippity-clopped over there to see if I could do anything. I tried a hammer to the skull but the hammer shattered. I grimaced with exasperation. “Hell, I don’t know what’s going on here, Martha.”
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“We have to do something.” She pouted in her provacative captivating every-day manner. “The Old Timer is due at the printers today!”
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Then, suddenly, our illustrious editor began talking and, at the same time, levitating above the bed. He seemed to be, with his eyes closed, in some kind of trance.
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Davy said to God knows who, “Why do we allow the cruel privatization of the commons by greedy capitalists, you ask? Because we’re damned fools! What this nation must maintain is a strong socialist net to impede the falling of poor folks through the underlying cracks of cannabilistic capitalism. If those ass-holes in the White House & their money grubbing & brainless backers want merciless class-warfare, they got it, by gum! They got it!”
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“Oh no, Cloyd!” Tears welled up in Martha’s eyes. “Davy’s talking to space aliens again.”
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“But what about the oil?” said I.
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“Fuck the oil,” said Martha…
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