Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Plotting my next move against Dr. House.”
“Sure, sure. Gotta get that gold from the hula-hoopers.”
“Gesundheit. Y’know, I’m kinda surprised we haven’t seen a Grateful Deadwood type deal.”
With you guys playing the parts?
“Sure. There’s, uh, Mrs. Calamity Jean.”
“Josh could play the sheriff.”
He doesn’t have the range.
“Mickey is Sol Star.”
“And Oteil could play the–”
Stop talking, Bob.
What are you reading, anyway?
“Checking out your site, actually.”
Hillary Clinton is Al Swearengen, and she will leave some bodies behind on her quest to fleece the hoopleheads.
Donald Trump is Hearst, and he’ll burn the fucking camp down.
You throw the dice, but the table sets the point,
And the day will choose how it turns out,
And death is waiting,
Or checking his watch.
And all will mourn,
And none will notice your absence,
And God is not mocked.
And God is not mocked.
And the stage comes and goes,
And the sun tells us when to work,
And the bottle tells us the rest,
And everyone knows Colorado seeds won’t flower
So far from home.
How did you get so far from home?
And your kindness will be
Wild-eyed horses, and
Child-sized corpses, and
A sudden need for a Preacher.
Do you need the Preacher?
Should I run for the Preacher?
I’ll go fetch up the Preacher.
And get word to the Doc.
And the winter will be here
Soon, and the future will not be
Negotiated, and the dice are in the
Hand of the shooter, and the point is the
There is music tonight
On the thoroughfare
Which is an avenue of shit
And God will not be mocked.
But there is music tonight,
On the thoroughfare,
Which is not far from home.
According to the Israeli Redneck, though, “Possession is ten tenths of the law around here. If you can hold it, it’s yours.”
He continues his speech. “The people in the Hezbollah are committed,” he tells us. “The Palestinians are committed. Some may want peace. Some may not. It doesn’t matter, but they’re committed to the destruction of Israel one way or another.” He adds, “In this part of the world there’s no such thing as innocent civilians. There’s combatants and non-combatants. Nobody’s innocent except children. Children are always innocent.” – “My Holy Land,” by Tom Bissell, Harper’s Magazine
Thank God we left Deadwood so long ago.