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02/18/09 - (1)
Rock Ridge, U.S.A.
When I envision America's woefully languishing economy, The initial quicksand scene from Blazing Saddles Flashes across my mind's screen: Sherrif-to-be Bart is sinking, up to his neck, in desert dreck, As Hedley Lamarr threatens Rock Ridge with eviction.
Whenever reality pares too close to the unfunny bone, I resort to seeking analogies in cinematic fictions. Relating dire real-life situations to dramatizations Makes absorbing wrecking-ball concussions Feel slightly less devastating, for a few frames, anyway.
These days of inexorable foreclosures, Millions of layoffs, disappearing social services, Entire cities shuttering their histories, Being run out of town, like ragged traveling circuses — Elephants and clowns dragging themselves into oblivion —
All my imagination can do is deflect the here and now, Sublimate the actual into the apocryphal, deny the undeniable, And pretend that tomorrow, if not today, The Waco Kid will sober up, in time to save America From the corrupt, greedy clutches of its Hedley Lamarrs.
02/18/09 - (1)
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