Dog Poet Transmitting\u2026\u2026.<\/p>\n
Yes folks, it\u2019s starting to look like the cosmic version of a Texas Line Dance with Gilley\u2019s being represented by Planet Earth. It\u2019s like a typical Saturday night but a little early on. There have been a few hard looks and a little pushing and shoving but no one is that drunk yet. Don\u2019t worry, they will be. The head-busting hour will arrive as it always does. The really good looking women, who are the cause of the problems, are actually humanized representations of large oil deposits, strategically placed countries and immense bank accounts of questionable provenance along with all of the resources that allow for the club to function whenever furniture needs to be replaced or food and drink when it runs out.<\/p>\n
The guys, who also look human, are themselves representations of ambitions that are composed of desires woven together by a calculating imagination which automated the ambitions. Certain ambitions cannot succeed unless others fail. This is a hard-wired reality. None of these ambitions can succeed on their own, so alliances have to be made. There\u2019s no room for more than two groups because if there are three, then whichever two get to the musical chair room first will come out with knives and forks and devour the third group. That\u2019s just how it\u2019s been so far. All the ambitions know this, so for those of us in the audience who only see half of the picture, because we don\u2019t get to go backstage, we have to fill in the blanks (grin) in our heads.<\/p>\n
All week long, everybody is thinking about Saturday night (cue Loverboy \u201cWorking for the Weekend<\/a>\u201d). It\u2019s not a real week, any more than these are real people. It\u2019s longer than that. However the time feature may be, speaking in a relative sense, we\u2019re in the neighborhood of sometime Saturday at this very moment.<\/p>\n For a long time, a particular gang has run the show at Gilley\u2019s. They call themselves, The NATO Cowboys. That\u2019s an acronym for, Nasty Aggressive Terror Orcs. They\u2019ve been in a long standing alliance with the Bankeraelis who are also not human and who exist on a diet of money and blood. The Bankeraelis, being vampires, have been slowly gaining a commanding control over the flow of blood which, together with their control of the money, has given them an authority that outweighs their numbers. Luckily, on a particular level, they are lightweights and so, though they can maneuver the NATO Cowboys most of the time, they can\u2019t one on one confront them or they will get their asses kicked. That\u2019s not a consideration of the moment however. Well, yeah it is, as we shall see.<\/p>\n So, for as many Saturday nights as we can remember, this cabal of head-stomping drunks has owned Gilley\u2019s and they\u2019ve had their way with the women and the men too and there hasn\u2019t been much anyone can do about it. People get raped on the tables and beheaded in the bathrooms and it\u2019s just been the way it is. You might ask why those victimized attend the club but, as I mentioned, it\u2019s the world. Where are they going to go?<\/p>\n I guess this could just go on forever, except for the small penis thing. There\u2019s a physiological transformation that occurs when you dine on blood and money, to the exclusion of other essential foods that are necessary to maintain overall good health. Over time, your penis shrinks while your chest expands. The chest expansion takes the place of the penis in terms of a performance statement of the being, in terms of reproduction (which doesn\u2019t actually occur) and in terms of ancient social dances that are dressed up in romance and colorful outfits but are really just about \u2018the old in and out\u2019 once you strip away the trappings.<\/p>\n What happened is that as the expanded chest thing took over the Power Point presentation of the penis, due to its shrinking, the Bankeraelis got the idea that they could do whatever they wanted to anyone, including their allies, because their chest was doing the talking. Also, the more the penis was shrinking, the more the chest was compelled to make a statement without actually being able to penetrate anything enough to anchor it to any sense of union with whatever it was supposed to be in alliance with.<\/p>\n So, the Bankeraelis did some disgusting shit on the NATO Cowboys turf. This seems to have been okay because it served the NATO Cowboys interests, since they still had penises and they could then rape a lot more of the other customers who accepted it because the disgusting shit was made to look like somebody else did it. Flushed, not only with the blood of anyone they could nail and drain but with blood and money together, which is a little like Cocaine and Alcohol, the Bankeraelis went after one of the NATO Cowboys who had been their best friend in the neighborhood and they tried to kill him.<\/p>\n At the same time, the NATO Cowboys had been attempting to ass-rape a smaller gang that lived next door to them called the SATO Gauchos. That\u2019s an acronym for Sick of Aggressive Terror Orcs. The reason the NATO Cowboys were doing this was because the SATO Gauchos had some fine looking women, which weren\u2019t actually women but you get the idea.<\/p>\n The plot thickens cause, over in the back of the club there\u2019s way more tables, by far, than what\u2019s in the main lit up area where the NATO Cowboys and the Bankeraelis rape and stomp and kill. There\u2019s a red and yellow and white collection of the majority of the population of the club at any time and it gets larger every minute because their penises still work over there but I\u2019m just guessing. <\/p>\n They\u2019ve been watching what\u2019s been happening to all of their neighbors and keeping out of it more or less, because though the NATO Cowboys and Bankeraelis have been doing whatever the Hell they want to, they haven\u2019t gone after this one particular chick in the club yet but\u2026 now it’s obvious that\u2019s just a matter of time. This chick lives next door to a lot of the people in the back of the club and if they go ahead and rape her on the table then they figure they are next. The red contingent has been pretty quiet because the NATO Cowboys were drone-bombing the shit out of their long time enemy but it\u2019s finally occurred to them that they\u2019re next too.<\/p>\n What\u2019s happened is that all the people who aren\u2019t NATO Cowboys and Bankeraelis have decided to go have a chat at the house of that chick I was just talking about and that one NATO Cowboy cat decided he would go along too because the Bankeraelis tried to kill him and his NATO Cowboy butt buddies didn\u2019t pull his coat about it beforehand so he figures he\u2019s expendable.<\/p>\n Well, this is bad news for the NATO Cowboys but much worse for the shrinking penis Bankeraelis who nobody likes, not even the NATO Cowboys, but they just don\u2019t talk about it. Nearly everybody thinks the Bankeraelis are an active yeast form of reptile smegma from Hell but they haven\u2019t been able to do much because the Bankeraelis control their money and they also control the sound system in the club, which means they control the guy who announces the music and makes the public service announcements and whatever gets said over the P.A., which means that whatever people hear gets explained to them however it suits the Bankeraelis.<\/p>\n What I\u2019m trying to say is that this is shaping up to be a different kind of Saturday Night than we\u2019ve been having. Everybody in the club is sick of the NATO Cowboys but are especially, projectile puking, gut wrenching- something crawled up there and died- sick of the Bankeraelis. So, they decided they would all get together and let these long time, dominant punks know that they are likely not to take it any more if it keeps on going the way it\u2019s been going. A little head stomping and rape is okay because all of them do it but\u2026 you can\u2019t head-stomp and rape everybody in the club because nobody is going to have any fun then.<\/p>\n Most of the time, the club owner is sleeping in the back and doesn\u2019t do much about what goes on. He\u2019s been a kind of \u2018let them work it out\u2019 club owner and that\u2019s allowed for a lot of freedom of expression. Now, however, one of the NATO Cowboys pissed in the pool and turned the water black and the club owner likes to swim there in his dreams. This gave the club owner a nightmare and also killed a lot of his dream dolphin companions of whom he is EXCEEDINGLY fond and this woke him up and he is not happy; not happy at all. The club owner can personally head-stomp everyone in the club with one hand tied behind his back so, we\u2019ll see what comes of that. I\u2019ll be out in the parking lot, laying in the back of my pickup and looking at the stars, in case anyone wonders what I\u2019m doing.<\/p>\n End Transmission\u2026\u2026.<\/p>\n There will be a radio show Sunday Night<\/a> or download it<\/a> the day after.<\/p>\n