What Did The Soldier Fight For, Michaels

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(Sinéad O'Connor died)


"What's it going to take? To rip the heart from. Your hate.? What's it gonna take. For any of you really know me? Wanna know me?" Brodie messages broadly. His father has him cleverly trapped in a trailer in the mountains, under his nose. Only a desperate addict would try to use childhood-sexual-abuse against someone; 'try to remain Biblically compassionate. 'The right knee ain't letting me run the track, 'am using the record-breaking, hottest-summer-on-record, on Earth as excuse; actually us Appalachian mountaineers have been lucky, weather-wise; the mountain-sky-line displaying pockets of worse.

"Maybe you're getting cleaner and slowly going insane," 'messaged back.

He clicks, 'Like," as response. 'Least Brodie has a sense of humor.

'Have explained to him so many times. Purgatory remains off-limits to the Americans. Heaven ain't taking them. According to the American relevant, whether blonde or brunette, the height of human dignity on this earth remains incapability, incompetence, talent-less-ness, skill-less-ness, shallowness, dead-fish-eyed-ness, obliviousness, freely walking American soil, with so little Americana of their own, they consider it the height of privilege to have to buy their Americana from shopping centers. The little-rich-white-kid-people, who-come-in-all-skin-colors-now, are to be kept just as they is, figuring their lives remain nothing more than the moment-before-the-Devil-knows-they're-dead. They don't know about the Poof which will occur, concerning those too lacking of substance to be considered entry into Hell, not to mention Purgatory or otherwise. 'Thank God, 'was born in a shed somewhere. Maybe Rainger has it easier, born in an orphanage somewhere. 'Try to get the boy to count to ten, before soul-killing; when he doesn't want to run into someone in the afterlife ... last time got him all the way to eight--well ... seven.

"We just have to get them into Hell."

"That's ... " he begins to message. "That's our only job ... "

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(Tuesday, 9MAY2017)


"You make the best bread in town," she says, the young woman clothes were made for, including football jerseys, that one Halloween. We should be in love with each other by now, 'soon will break her heart, unknowingly. "You know that."

She doesn't know, over the weekend, helped another employee of the restaurant move. 'Was a fun weekend, mid-federal-coercive-torture-campaign, Trump administration, post-Obama-death-threats, pre-waterboarding. 'Met her cousin, Jenn, a well-known, local culinary marvel, whom offers me a job at her restaurant, not the high-end one she works at, but the one beside it, owned by the same people, known as the money-maker, talked of in culinary school: "They'll pay you well. Really well. But they're harsh. You gotta have tough skin." Already know what will happen, 'cause history repeats; Archer will choose Willahford, who can't speak without lying, 'cause he don't know he's lying, poor-little-rich-white-kid-wannabe; then God will take them both out, then try and blame the boy once they're dead. 'Know God won't hurt this flesh, though He's awful good at lightning strikes; He always forgets the boy; 'am the same flesh and blood as that boy, in God's Country. 'Was no matriarch, just a little girl. 'Was no patriarch, merely the good servant, like in Gosford Park, Robert Altman. 'Never saw no inanimate objects move in God's Country, 'cept maybe Baby Suggs in the rocking chair, in the hallway, but other that, 'just sayin.

"What gift do you think a good servant has that separates them from the others," she says, the good servant, played by Helen Mirren, Gosford Park. "It's the gift of anticipation. And I'm a good servant. I'm better than good. I'm the best. I'm the perfect servant. I know when they'll be hungry and the food is ready. I know when they'll be tired and the bed is turned down. I know before they know it themselves."

James Comey, the seventh director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, FBI, was fired by U.S. President Donald Trump on May 9, 2017.

Willahford stood right there. 'Saw him. 'Same day quit the one restaurant and started at the other, May ninth, 2017. He raised one eyebrow like a cop that smells the truth. 'Knew he was lying. 'Once ran into his wife; 'had never come across such a low life-form, though had run into little-rich-white-kid-people before; Willahford never knew; 'Neither did, either, til later; she was this puddle on the ground with an eye in it, 'swear, 'simply stepped through it. By twenty-seventeen the little rich-white-kid-people, whom-come-in-all-skin-colors-now, had thoroughly proven to the American people, including my coworkers, that every little-rich-white-kid-person, whom-come-in-all-skin-colors-now, American millennial each had to kill one American adult female before the age of ten, and drag her into an unmarked grave -- a six feet under one. The coworkers, believing the United States Government, don't go against it, and constantly make fun of how 'am the weakling American millennial, the one boy whom never had to kill any American adult female, and survived all the way to double digits. Everyone of the little-rich-white-kid-people, whom-come-in-all-skin-colors-now, knew it was six feet, no less, when dragging the corpse in. 'Know am the one American millennial whom was so sheltered, cowardly, and dumb. After the firing, there would be a briefing with the FBI; during James Comey's testimony before Congress, notice when he looks at the camera, and says he "heard everything." Don't worry; already knew about the FBI by way of the Brits ... They found American law enforcement hilarious from the beginning, especially the FBI ... No offense to the Blacks, but the international world insisted dealing with Obama was like dealing with someone with half a brain ... really they found it hilarious how propped-up Obama was. They considered Hillary and Trump the same. Mostly, but for exceptions, 'remains strange, how whenever dealing with an American woman, it's the same as dealing with half a person, with half a point of view ... impossibly strange ... For years, while American copland and firefighters said the worst things over the cafeteria line, daily, at the restaurant, vulgar, unmentionables about the boy, just a little boy, the Brits kept cracking me up about what the rest of Western Civilization thought about the Americans ... They assumed the Americans were all mental patients with permanent brain injuries ... 'Kept telling them it's the lower-middle class and above, forcing Americans to choose between two unfit Presidential candidates ... then immediately looking to the working class and below for soldiers ... it's why the Americans don't listen to anything that comes across as American Establishment, even journalists; everyone knows that. God loves American soldiers; why wouldn't the Americans. After the restaurant burned shut, 'would run into the same cops and firefighters and coworkers about town; they all seemed to understand how the fire happened, and why. None told me.

That's why 'know Willahford lied. When he heard of the firing. Seemingly involuntarily, he turned slowly, and said ... "What ..."

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(Friday, 4AUG2023)


(waking)


"If we start talking serious," Whoopie Goldberg's saying. The table seems awful familiar. There she is, like during Nine Eleven.

"No," she says, Joy Behar. "No--"

"--If we start talking serious," she laughs in that good-natured way of hers. "If we start talking serious, like actual American women. This Disney. You know they gonna cut us to commercial--"

'Shifted from the lucid to find out Whoopi's gonna be on live on a FRiday ... It's their season finale ... Dailies are tough to keep alive; not known concerning the test of time ... 'Takes The View about a month off to adjust or change or both enough to be wearing their best armor and fortifications for the new season ... a long season of barely-survivable dailies ... McCain had, (has), some sort of respect for her no one could ever figure out ... 'Seems Southern, like how proper Jesse James might treat an American Black woman, with his New Western, now the Old West, character ... 'Cept ain't McCain from Arizona--

"--Welcome, Ya'll," she's bound to say, in a minute. "To The View."


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"You lost FOUR QUARTERBACKS!" Stephen A. Smith croons, FirstTake, Sportscenter, shortly after eleven in the morning, just-a-grinnin. "You lost your four quarterbacks JUST LIKE THAT!" 'Gotta give him credit. "THAT MEANS you never had no QUARTERBACK!"

... PBS Newshour, Una Mullally, columnist for the Irish Times, Dublin: "It's quite hard to explain what's been happening in Ireland. The loss is being felt really profoundly. For people in Ireland, I think Sinead O'Conner goes beyond music. As you [the interviewer] say, she's more of a cultural figure. She looms very large in the Irish psyche. In terms of her activism, her politics, her actions. And so the loss is being felt really profoundly. It's almost as though it's a large political or spiritual figure that has been lost. So there have been vigils and gatherings. And people are extraordinarily upset ... I think because of the context that she came from, and particularly in the eighties and nineties in Ireland, when the moral authority of the Catholic Church was still quite strong, she really preempted an awful lot of that collapse with her actions on Saturday Night Live, and with her constant attempts to highlight issues of child abuse and childhood trauma. She equated the entire social psyche of Ireland to that of an abused child."

... On January seventh, Sinead O'Connor's only son, Shane, died by suicide at the age of seventeen ... before she died. Same as Elvis's daughter. 'Though only really know and remember the FBI from the boy's favorite film, The Silence of the Lambs, he saw one Halloween night, alone, uncut, no commercials, way-to-young; Kiddo'd sponge so many library books about the FBI, including Thomas Moore's, after that, years would go by, and him still not a tween; 'was understood a bachelors and law degree were baseline required, to be considered candidate. During the Railroad Days, the FBI never-ended their insistence, daily, that every American adolescent, woman, and child, including specific, of the American Underground Railroad would be hunted and mowed down, per Obama. They remained sophisticated, with names and locations and morgues to look into. Elvis watched the Christopher Wray congressional hearing; why, no one knows. July twelfth, 2023, the first time he showed up at the apartment, instead of the Steinway. Was a big deal; the emotion of him, every time, like an anvil, the tragedy, The King, the absolute joy of his presence, the tragedy ...

"Can I answer the question?" Chirstopher Wray says, memorably. Believably. He remains sharp contrast to the lesser characters around him, both Democrat and Republican. James B. Comey wasn't the least bit intimidating, or impressive. "... First off," Wray continues. " I'm not sure that's the correct characterization ..."

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(Meet The Press, NBC)


Jeeeesus .... Some little rich white kid poser's trying to handle Meet The Press. ... Give me a minute .... 'have to conjure up Biblical compassion. Don't worry. Whenever a boy wakes up one morning knowing both English and Latin -- Google translate doesn't help, the boy could never actually spell Latin, for the most part. 'Let's make this little-rich-white-kid-poser-American-"journalist" do his job. 'Know, the content of their character remains irrelevant on this Earth, just like an American female, when the boy knows Latin now, it's his fought. That's what happened. Sure. The hallmark of Western Civilization. The height of human -- 'might as well have 'human' tattooed on their forehead -- the height of rank, to decide which is human -- like the educated White and Black women, in Carolina, how they love forced euthanasia, and forced sterilization, and how they like to slice baby's throats, as they enjoy God's rank of Human, deciding which baby is human and which is not, per Martin Luther King. There is no more stalwart definition of "human." It's why the boys know the menfolk says: Don't let them womens gets out. God will never forgive us. If an American woman says he is innocent, the dead American aged-filth-flesh, male in unmarked grave, American law bends. Remember, she might as well be God's sister. Leave her just as she is. Jeeesuss ... this little-rich-white-kid .... 'Don't worry. 'Will toughen him up. He hates the having to go with the PAR!ty, 'cept already know him and the hate is new. To have to rise to power by way of some 'party.' 'Talk about owned. 'Talk about segments of television, including entire television news shows, that are considered "turf" owned by one PAR!ty or the other.

"Do innocent people attack prosecutor's?" he asks.

Not bad. What the boy was good at, considering menfolk driving nice vehicle ... 'Know .. the boy's good at strangulation. Description requires tools involved, machinist, tool shed, basically the twisting of hanger wire, only not, no formula for the world. It cried out to God -- muffled -- and everything, while his legs broke the windshield. It muttered something, 'couldn't catch. 'Don't think they were ever able to find the body. They would've mentioned the .... Latin .... around the little-rich-white-kid-person-corpse-whom-comes-in-all-skin-colors-now. 'American man driving nice vehicle; every American boy knows, due to the American females, their precious is now above the law, and the little boy will probably have to kill it. Why won't the American adults lose weight ... It's considered American progress under God's eyes, if the child has an easier time dragging the American adult corpse. The New York Times ... when the boy was eight everything on the New York Times Bestseller list remained ... and remains ... below the American's reading level. 'Just a lumber industry, the New York Times hyping up paper, insisting the American must not be smart if the lumber industry isn't read, They're just selling trees, Yankee. Everyone always forgets ... Willahford, nor Royal ... had sisters. The boy survived past to double-digits with American females around; of course he doesn't break under waterboarding.

"Into," he says. 'Whom 'have to look out for now. Never ends. Weaklings and their rapist fantasy ... "The abyss."

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"Simone Biles Returns," the headlines read. "Well."

Elvis knows a lot about music. He always comes with an anvil of emotion, that lands as a head's up, Elvis is around. He doesn't get why 'play Morning Passages, Phillip Glass on the Steinway. Maybe he finds it a bit "emo." When Elvis incidentally teaches something -- 'cause it's from such a different point of view -- like how the way 'play Mozart, the parts where Mozart gives room for the most creativity from the pianist ... 'play the best. 'Also had no idea about that part of music theory, and pretended to have already known. Chopin doesn't let any mistakes occur, but can be played as slowly as one must. Beethoven was sixteen when he composed Fur Elise for his girlfriend. A lot of music theory seems to have to do with which composer one's dealing with. Maybe Elvis does find Phillip Glass a bit 'emo.' What does he know ...

"Taylor Swift Remains American Economic Juggernaut."

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("Was 'rainbow, 2030, full)

(Everyone saw ... .... Again)


(The supply closet's all movement, energy, and black and white cloths).


"--They can be sensitive," she says, seemingly reaching. "Wet floors? Closed-for-cleaning-bathrooms?"

('Not easy to get her to smile; good worker; 'has had a tough lot. She's hypervigilance easy. Like a skill-set casually picked up, for fun, through the Valley of Death. The hospital has good intel as far as doctors and lawyers, medicine and law, both tying with the one religion, God, per convenience, though maybe a lack of imagination. Zip codes matter to them because they tie affluence with religion, also ... 'Per the Salem Witch Trials, carried out by Harvards ... 'Maybe think Classically ... They live around people like them for spiritual, whether fought or naught, reason. Someone like Alice Walker's, Oprah Winfrey's, Sofia shows up ... Good as gold ... shows up in that world ... ironically to the death, requires protection. Oprah Winfrey and Whoopie Goldberg became famous not because of themselves, but the roles they played; 'try to sell a film by selling the roles instead of the artists and maybe one might understand how American storytelling can be backwards unless born here. The roles mattered. Like the salt of the earth, or lack thereof. Then the performers mattered. Life can be cyclical; not in this case. The human race going extinct and coming back over and over ... only an adolescent would fall for; glance at American media industrial complex, proof. God, maybe by way of having no sense of humor, insists the human race remains linear).

"--THE privilege of TReating others BAdly--"

"'--Think it's McDowell County hundred year old culture--"

"--All this money and we can't find supplies. Like some third world country--"

"--Whenever 'suggest maybe starving a population through the lean times isn't the worst aristocratic--"

(There's a pause).

(--Really, the hospital wouldn't admit their disinfectant never did kill Covid and never would admit, then tried to go after the Covid-worker-railroad, ninety-nine-cent-bottle-bleach, 'cross the street, per the dead-fish-eyed, bourgeoisie-wannabe clinicians, and Bureau-crits. They inevitably failed, getting Covid workers killed. The workers grow better at leaving the doctors, nurses, and filth bureau-crits just as they is, un-allowed even deer-in-headlights awareness, with some trying-exceptions-that-worked-out-in-the-end, as no Covid worker wants to run into any in the afterlife. 'Out of Biblical compassion, 'always correctly 'give them directions to the nearest strip mall, for them to buy more Americana for themselves. 'Am continually advised to stay away from the Steinway -- same as the boy accused of maybe knowing how to count or read or write or ride a bike -- the Blacks think 'will inevitably be shot down, sitting at the Steinway, by the police, for playing Chopin well without reasonable explanation -- so as to prevent the usual aneurysm-genocide of the dead-fish-eyed; the ones considered human by the ... exact same ... HUmnas ... 'member, there's no more height of definition of the term, per Martin Luther King ... whom decided others weren't ... drop awful easy, same as their parents and grandparents back in the day, if one plays too well. Leaving them as they is performs a certain self-evident magic, keeping the Covid worker silently armored, 'leaving the patients to quickly crack the jokes, constantly, like God-sends. 'Least we don't have to pour store-bought bleach into little empty coffee bottles and strap them to the inside of our lower legs anymore ... per clinicians, clerks, and police cameras).

"--Not worse than the V--A," says a Navy vet, twenty-years. "While everyone knows, like Agent Orange. Science got no test to prove the claim, while the deadline sets in stone--"

"--OLD as time--"

"--Poor Beau. His father's Biden--"

"--Would you rather it'be Trump--"

"--Harris couldn't lead a horse to water; if it was dying of thirst--"

(Everyone knows -- even the-little-rich-white-kid-people, whom-come-in-all-skin-colors-now, and they're awful dumb, as is their never-ending fad fashion -- concerning the federal coercive torture campaign. They seem to know the international custom, once waterboarded unsuccessfully by one's country, one doesn't answer anything from them again, even a question. Nothing. Everyone doesn't know, but kind'of does, 'cause it remains whom they are, concerning The Blind Side, Sandra Bullock, Kathy Bates, Tim McGraw, being the storyboard, the imagery and symbolism of Carolina, sure, those days of Mr. Miller, Mrs. Perry, Nathan Miller, and the terrible American Southern Gothic that occurred. Same as every American boy born amongst Christian Evangelicals knows, concerning the American adults ... 'bad luck not to bury one's murders. Poor Mrs. Attoe, they tried to drag her into it ... thinking ... 'Doesn't matter now; she'd have nothing to do with them, other than employment and her obvious higher-ranking social graces; whatever she knew or witnessed she must've took to the grave. Maybe 'why no Blacks worked there; 'can't stop no whisper campaign. No man assumed any Black man was some liberal-debutante-wannabe, or some looking-for-an-excuse-with-height-of-human-dignity liberal. It remains too real, their reality).

"--'KNow they got 'everything, SAme as the cure for cancer. BETter to know their WAys--"

"--Some secret Antebellum meets End Times--"

"--Lorne Michaels sure knows how to exploit Arlington. 'Even talk to 'em nasty."

"'--'Can't beat 'em -- 'Join 'em--"

(She laughs, quick, cut short by the 'next pause. It would turn out later to have something to do with episodes of something).

"--The ways of this world."


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