Allegro wrote:JackRiddler wrote:...Go down the road to the Air Force Academy and Colorado Springs -- now there's an institution of Death, Ueber Alles -- and check out the all-too living "Christian nation." It's not Christian in a sense the New Testament Christ character would recognize, but very Christian in the way it's meant by those Americans who would call this a "Christian nation." [
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Years ago in a fugue state of sorts I wandered on campus with a ghostly pale schizpophrenic fellow who had clothes hangers wired upside down to his cowboy hat and the shoulders of his hunting vest with bits of multi colored cloth streaming in the breeze. I had picked him up on the side of the road where he said he was waiting for the transportellemutation occurence. I asked him if he was hungry and he said only for a happy meal. He told me the real place of the transportellemtation was in the apex zone (which turned out to be the AF Academy campus).
So around a walkway we went and saw a woman with a small crowd gathered round her. She was waving a bible in the air. I could only assume the young men around her were cadets. She was saying something about the everlasting forgiveness for our never ending sins. This sparked outrage in my fellow traveller and he screamed.
"What's your name!"
She stopped, she had on a sexy white dress with a pattern of red roses and small hearts. She looked like (and I later learned was) an ex stripper.
"Why," she answered, "I am known as sister Cindy."
"Well, Cindy, I am known as Tot Four Ninety and your spoutin off a load of shit."
Some of the lads looked at him, their pecs quivering.
"Jesus loves you, ' she said.
"Yeah, well your mother sucks cock in hell!"
It wasn't quite a life flash before your eyes moment, but for an instant I wondered how I would escape the fury of the twelve oclock high brigade. But to my great relief, after an awkward moment of silence, they all burst out laughing and the good sister went off in search of another perch.
I left Tot Four Ninety there to search for his time warp.
This was before the poison set in to the very marrow, I suppose, for later in the day I had a flat and got a free Tibetan eye chart from the guy who fixed it and shared a cigarrette rolled with hash oil with him.
Can't imagine what it's like there now.