Editorials

PETER PATTER ...... OF A TINY MIND

so there we we're, back east in rural areas that see some farming and some lovely black, rich soil .... we're not talking agribidness, the ten corporations that control eighty percent of what you see in your supermarket now, but real farms with real people doing real people things growing real people crops and then .... and then i'm not sure what happens .... i'd go to produce stands only to find produce from california, from chile, with very little of it coming from the adjacent fields; what did show up wasn't cheap ....

dear diary:

let's be quick and dirty .... i see where psychiatrists are making a shitload of money from pharmaceutical manufacturers to push drugs ..... gosh, that shocks me ..... doctors? suborned by commercial interests? dancing like little fuckpuppets to the tune of the pharmaceutical industry? gee ........ when arthritis pain was first starting to push me around the bend and make me whimper so high that only the neighborhood dogs could hear me i'd go to doctors and i could tell that what they were seeing was "a long haired musician, with tattoos, asking for drugs ...."

so i'm at the supermarket checkout aisle, holding onto my two gallons of 1% milk for the boys ... what better way to meet america than to read the toilet paper racks: newsweek; time; star; wombat shit weekly; brain dead!; peeple; ovine digest; zombie digest! n-digest-ibble! extreme nuthin'! butt lint! hirschey skwirts! fun with feces! smegma life! prepuce journal! ..... and more ......

and there it was, the headline we've all been waiting for: paris' life in prison!