Lost Highway Times...Paths in Oblivion

Can't really say what I want to say, but can't not say a damn thing....

I feel, and, don't get me wrong on this, that if I indeed said what I'd want to say I'd be a propagandist for pushing this country into dissolution and petty but violent, in every sense of the word. conflicts between regions, neighborhoods, ethnic groups, CLASSES, ideologies etc...

Or maybe I'd just be looked at as not a very nice person.

Either way, I'm sort of gagged...

In part because scortched earth commentary doesn't always find receptive ears. Some people like, um, blogs that don't want to criticize everything to the core and never stop until the filthy center is reached.

They think that the apple protects them from the filthy center, and what's more they come down on Michigan apples since they compete with Washington apples.

I don't know where I stand on this controversy. I'm from Michigan, actually grew up almost amidst the apple orchards, but I live in Washington.

Maybe we need peaches instead of apples. They have pits and it's harder to get to the cores and the cores are protected and don't rot quite as easily.

Or maybe avacados.

They're fruits even though they have the fat of a vegetable. That way we could please both the fruit and vegetable constituencies and have fat to please people as well.

Avacadoes have pits, too, which would protect them from rotting at the core just like peaches.

Or grapes.

Grapes just have seeds and they really don't have cores, so that if a grape goes bad then the whole thing is bad and you know it from the start.

But grapes are small. That's why they have to band together! Like a confederation. A grape vine is like an anarcho-syndicalist confederation in the fruit world.

But who grows the vine? What soil does it come out of?

And grapes need trellises to be able to stand up for themselves.

Could that undermine the revolution? Could it be said that the trellis suppliers are always at fault, damn bourgeoisie messing everything up?

And what about the wine?

Yes, what about the wine.

These are burning questions, which I'm having a great deal of fun with in this rambling.

I think I'm going to pass out now, hopefully.