Ya-yeah. So I think I have it. I do, I have it. It would be a plan, and so now you may call me Stan. Yeah-ya. You can call me Stan, and this is my plan . . .
But first, a little history . . .
Did you know that organized crime was essential to the efforts of the resistance in the Warsaw Ghetto during World War Two? It's true. They were. The only problem is that none of them lived, so they couldn't brag about it. Ha-ha! That's almost true. There might have been one or two of them who survived, but it seems after all of that they were in no mood to brag . . .
Seriously though, there were survivors. Not many. No. Not very many.
And half way around the world Lucky Luciano sat in prison in the United States, encouraging the people from the neighborhood to help out creating maps and contact lists for the invasion of Sicily.
I guess it just goes to show that within the social construct even thugs have their place. Ya-ya! Hee! Oboy . . . I bet you're thinking, he's in trouble now . . .
but wait. Ya-yeah. Just wait. You haven't heard the plan yet.
It's simple really. Any truly brilliant plan rests on the elegance of simplicity, doesn't it? Sure it does . . .
So here's the idea . . .
I'll go down on Main Street, set myself on fire, while the kids of Lucky raid the Ivory Tower . . . haa-ha! eeYeah . . . Ivory tower . . .
Yeah-ya. I figure while I keep everyone busy screaming my life away down on Main Street, the boyz can do their thing and steal all the evidence and send it to the media. What evidence? you ask . . . Why, evidence of massive human rights violations and crimes against humanity. Sure. Haven't you heard? They're tinkering with systems of belief, distorting perceptions of reality, and generally practicing witchcraft . . .
You hadn't heard?
And if the boyz renig on the deal, then I'll just turn into a poltergeist and haunt them for eternity . . .
Ya-yeah. I'll spend eternity throwing things . . .
in an empty house . . .
© D. Winter
July 3o, 2009
Tags: American, Dissent, Plan, Stan's, humor
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