⚓ A Dream Train Makes Good Walls / September 2024
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Roman à clef, cher.
Created A. I. free
by Leonard Earl Johnson
of Lafayette and New Orleans, Louisiana
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⭐ A Dream Train Makes Good Walls ⭐
Continuation of the Red Women Warriors Series
BY Leonard Earl Johnson
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(The Dream)
Aboard the Sunset Limited, dozing in our recliner seats during the last hour before reaching Lafayette. We dream of Gandy Dancers.
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Gangs of mostly black men using muscle alone, dancing heavy iron rails into an alignment that joined the nation by an iron umbilical cord linking West Coast gold to East Coast greed.
"Why not," tweets The Donald, "a wall
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| Gandy Dancers |
The Donald offers to show his bone spurs to assembled reporters. They turn him down.
"See, folks, fake news!" he tweets. "If the Dem's V. P. demonstrated how to clean an assault weapon, press rats would be on it like editors on cheese.
"But my war wounds? Nothing!"
"But my war wounds? Nothing!"
A tuft of grey-gold hair blows down from atop The Donald's head and hangs by a thread before his open mouth. His eyes cross to focus on the tuft. Then, he commences chewing on it.
"Move over, Mexico," he speaks between the strands. "I'm hearing a lot of people saying it.
"Let's see'em beaners cross that," he twitters, as Ivanka brushes his hair and strokes his wallet. Her husband, Jared Kushner unspools backchannel lines to the Kremlin, shielded behind his genetically pure and self-proclaimed uber-patriotic leader and Father-in-law, "The Donald."
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William Barr, one-time U. S. Attorney General, and sometimes Trump Family consigliere, nods agreement on both sides of his face.
Behind them a righteous chorus of Evangelical Preachers sings in hypocritical jubilation, "Heaven's Just a Sin Away!"🔊
Behind them a righteous chorus of Evangelical Preachers sings in hypocritical jubilation, "Heaven's Just a Sin Away!"🔊
Our dream family tableau descends on a golden escalator in a manner befitting American nostalgia:
"Streets paved with gold,"
Barr calls out, like some dreamy field hand of yore.
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Miller responds,
"Immigrants done been told."
Out in front of them, bent-back and whisking away obstacles in their path, are Republican Party regulars led by stunned-face Moscow Mitch McConnell, of Kentucky. Pulled behind him on a velvet pedestal stands Nikki Haley, of South Carolina, wearing a Cheshire Cat grin and a tarnished golden leash. Next, rolling about on the pavement giggling their patriotic support, comes Lindsey Graham of South Carolina and George Santos, New York Republican once removed. Toe-and-heel men follow, then spokes-critter lawyers for powerful chambers of yes-and-maybe contributors. They clear the walk as it grows more shadowy with each step of their boots and sweep of their brooms.
"For the goal of smaller decentralized government," Moscow Mitch laughs, slapping the fat former Attorney General across his ample back. The fat former Attorney General shakes his wattle and hoots out puffs of laughter. The two look rather like broken-down old steam engines loping along the rails.
"After us?"
Moscow Mitch calls out.
"Who cares what floods!"
the former A.G. responds.
They giggle, waddle, wobble, and fart off down their goldbrick road.
Kushner's 'backchannel cable' spools on then off again ~ fully out of anyone's oversight.
A mustachioed face claiming National Security Portfolio opens an electric notebook. A Google map glows into focus showing Roseate Spoonbill migration routes.
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"With no fear of blow back," the mustache whispers in The Donald's ear.
"We can lace migratory feeding sites with chemical-castration drugs that will threaten a final solution to their endangered numbers!
"This," he tells The Donald while leaning so close his mustache takes on moisture from The Donald's nibbled hair.
"... this will convince the last doubters that America means business.
"Mad business, yes, but business!" he adds.
"A plausible crazy man can win the game!" The Donald twitters, "Ask those New York bankers."
Ivanka brushes and speaks not. The Son-in-law spools and speaks not. The escalator escalates.
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We awake from our dream with the real Conductor calling:
"Lafayette next stop!"
Sylvia stretches her arms overhead, and steps off the train and to the side ~ away from the traffic pouring out behind her. Lafayette is the train's only smoke-stop between New Orleans and Houston.
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| Sunset Limited, Amtrak #1 New Orleans to Los Angeles Smoke Stop, Lafayette Louisiana |
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"And there are good people on both ends of the lynch mob's rope," a large woman wearing a big red hat tells a small following of similarly crowned women. They are smoking cigarettes and heading to the train bound for Houston.
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~ to be continued ~
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