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     “Human” on any Community level, harks very much to those Little Red Hens who led groups and headed projects, back in school. You recall. The “patticake” crowd. Making sure we were all organized and in our cubbyholes. The ones who bought in from the git’. The enemies of any state of Self. These little shits, really saw conveyor belt education as fun, positive, even uplifting. A real Oklahoma sky kick. Some baby step toward a shining Earth. The warm cuddles of Hi-ho, Hi-ho ...although, again, please note, THEY were the ones in charge, every time. Funny, that. ‘Guess I’d be down with arms linked in Help and Love and buying the world a Coke, if I was standing top floor of Republic Steel, watching my factory arsenal and Pinkerton detectives mowing my lawn of workers. Footnote: Sociology + Community x Implementation = Smithers, Release The Hounds.
     There are educators today trumpeting Satchmo, on the “character” issue. The individualist, the rejecter of allotted mantle, they make The Enemy. That individual Self who will not, under penalty of expulsion, not censure, not exclusion, not prison, permit a blurring of I and Thou, in order merely to live in the world. We, the ones who will not assimilate and who are pretty good chess players in countering candied arguments pushing the juicy, sun-ripened peach of conformity. We who with selfaware volition refuse to work and play well with Others as but automatic reflex, or genuflect to an “understood” Big Bang theory of social behavior. For Us, there Must Be More than “I said so” or “the book says so”. Or, “the computer says so”. Or, “Love one another”, for that matter. Forces of nature demand genuine reason. The burden of proof falls upon You.
     The already realized Self, is hated now more than ever, but a helpful bug has been created in this country, that being the outlawing of any real, smoking HATE. No magistrate would comprehend such an application of that Law, but Individual Selves are the squeakiest of wheels, and that’d be some bad press, so, careful with that axe, Eugene. Selves are instead downplayed, made “infantile” for saying with basic, open honesty, that we will not be told. As with the entire gamut of modern social politics, semantics wars are a beginner’s trick from Freshman Logic, ala “the linking rings”. Wow! I’m impressed! So, no Greek House would have you?
     I’ve told you, Truth is not Truth in an era, so I’m stuck with honesty. I won’t be told, only in that, and frankly, Who Are You? What are your credentials? As for a personal framework, if anOther’s dispute with the construct or abstract or fine tuning of my walk through this world is not either legal or financial, then, Fuck Them. If I’m not in debt to you and you can’t lay handcuffs on me, then, why am I being forced to experience you, be it from pulpit, podium, talk show or textbook. If you’re so far gone, you’re selling The Solution courtesy of You and other Others, because blahblah propaganda, blahblah spin, blahblah debating techniques, blah a reconstitution of dusty old You Musts, blah Mommy say behave, blahblah, b’blahblah ass...then, hire yourself a talented artist, as you belong, profile, in a Leninist poster, i.e. the noble hero cum That-Looks-Stupid.
     Those who think Man quantifiable, are blind to The Artist painting a portrait inclusive of themselves. The obedient never have to self-inventory. Why would they? They’re “obedient”, remember? They bought in from the git’. It’s a general elitism. A social ponzi scheme. It scoots some, all the way to hospice care.
     Nonfriends, for you, I leave in my wake, a poignant safety poster: There is no ‘I’, in ‘Team”...but your middle finger, supplies a nice one.
    CEE, crossing Silver Bridge on US 35, W.Va./OH border, Dec. 15th, 1967



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