BOB JOHNSON RIDES AGAIN! 259
259. WHETHER REPORT
259. WHETHER REPORT
Standing on the roadside watching the police sirens scream past, Bob couldn’t help reflecting upon his deeply apolitical nature. The biggest problem with living your life (or watching other people observe your life) in three paragraph units was that the narrative parameters didn’t allow much time for politics, or forming opinions, or putting those opinions into useful political action. They were, after all, too deeply absorbed with the limitations of their nature–which was simply the process of establishing beginnings, middles and ends. Narratively speaking, of course.
Nevertheless, Bob hadn’t been able to avoid the latest reports skimming past him through radio news, or in the pages of newspapers flitting across the gathering storm of America, or in the dark echoes of social media as they played out upon the backdrop of his social-media generated life. It was time, he decided, to form an opinion and his opinion was abruptly this: Fuck I.C.E. Fuck the people who deployed them. And fuck the people who voted and still supported the people who deployed them.
At which point, Bob decided, it was time to get back to his deeply apolitical three paragraph life.
Bob takes a stand… “It was time, he decided, to form an opinion and his opinion was abruptly this: Fuck I.C.E. Fuck the people who deployed them. And fuck the people who voted and still supported the people who deployed them.”
There will be no redaction… but the lies to deny Bob’s declaration will continue on…
But I say thank you 👍