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Leonard Earl Johnson (photo credit Frank Parsley) covered Hurricanes Katrina and Rita (2005), and the 2010 British Petroleum oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico for ConsumerAffairs.com. He is a contributor to Gambit Weekly, New Orleans Magazine, SCAT, Baton Rouge Advocate, Advocate Magazine, The Times-Picayune, Country Roads Magazine, Palm Springs Newswire and the anthologies: FRENCH QUARTER FICTION (Light of New Orleans Publishing), LOUISIANA IN WORDS (Pelican Publishing), LIFE IN THE WAKE (NOLAfuges.com), and more. Johnson is a former Merchant Seaman, and columnist at Les Amis de Marigny, New Orleans; and African-American Village. Attended Southern Illinois University, Carbondale, and Harry Lundeberg School of Seamanship at Piney Point, Maryland. Winner of the Press Club of New Orleans Award for Excellence, 1991, and given the Key to The City and a Certificate of Appreciation from the New Orleans City Council for a Gambit Weekly story on murder in the French Quarter.

Wednesday, January 01, 2025

⚓CLOWN CAR CABINETS AND HIGH WALLS / January 2025

  

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by Leonard Earl Johnson 

of Lafayette and New Orleans, Louisiana

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January 2025

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CLOWN CAR CABINETS 

AND HIGH WALLS

Continuation of the Red Women Warriors Series

BY  Leonard Earl Johnson


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(The Dream)

Aboard Amtrak's Sunset Limited, dozing in their recliner seats during the last hour before reaching Lafayette, Louisiana.  The Red Women Warriors dream of Gandy Dancers. 

Gandy Dancers definition ~
Gangs of mostly black men using muscle alone, dancing heavy rails into an alignment that joined the nation by an iron umbilical cord linking West Coast gold to East Coast greed, with call-and-response vocal accompaniment.  

"Why not," says The Donald, "a wall 
Gandy Dancers
of  iron
stretching from California to Florida? 

"Strung with trains thick as bamboo and hard as wartime lies!

The Donald offers
 to show His bone spurs to reporters. They turn him down.

"See, folks, fake news," He snorts. 

"If the Dem's demonstrated cleaning assault weapons on a school playground, them press rats would be on it like editors on cheese.

"But my war wounds? 

"Nothing!"

A tuft of grey-gold hair blows down from atop The Donald's 78 year old head and hangs by a thread before His open mouth. His eyes cross focusing on the tuft. Then, He commences chewing on it. 

"Move over Mexico," He speaks between the strands. 

"Canada, too. I'm hearing a lot of people saying Canada, too."

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He twists and twits"Let's see'em get across that wall." 

Ivanka brushes His hair and strokes His wallet. Her husband, Jared Kushner unspools backchannel lines to the Kremlin and Saudi Arabia. Kushner is shielded from view behind his genetically pure, self-proclaimed uber-patriotic leader and Father-in-law, The Donald.

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"A Supreme Court backed back-channel, too!" 
Boasts Stephen Miller, a beardless bald gargoyle for The Donald's organization. 

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, 

Our dream Clown Car descends on a golden ribbon, in a manner befitting American highway mythology.  

"Streets paved with gold," 
Barr calls out, like some dreamy field hand of yore.

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Miller responds, 
"Immigrants done been told."

High stepping out of the Clown Car shod in long yellow shoes the color of The Donald's tuft, bent-backed and whisking away obstacles in His pathway 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. She is wearing a Cheshire Cat grin and a heavily tarnished golden leash. Next, rolling about on the pavement, their yellow shoes pointing straight up and wiggling patriotically for The Donald, comes Lindsey Graham, of South Carolina and George Santos, New York Republican once removed. 

Other 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 hobnail sneakers, and each sweep of their dancing brooms. 

"For the goal of smaller decentralized government," Moscow Mitch laughs discreetly up his sleeve,
 while 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.

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"Who cares what floods,"
the cross and party faithful call back. 

They all giggle, waddle, wobble, and fart off down their respective goldbrick roads.

Back of them, wearing yellow alligator shoes and walking piously in their shadow is Mike Johnson of Louisiana's Fourth District, and miraculously Speaker of the U. S. House of Representatives. He prays openly from the Ten Commandments but utters nar a word critical of Trump nor other Trumpeters. 

"Commandments are a porous sieve, sayeth The Lord," 

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Kushner's backchannel cable to the Kremlin and Saudi Arabia spools on then off again ~ fully out of anyone's oversight. 

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A square headed, botoxed face claiming the new Attorney General's Office opens an electric notebook.  A Google map flickers on its screen and glows into focus displaying, "Roseate Spoonbill migration routes.

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"With no fear of blow back," the slickhead 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 smooth cheeks share moisture with The Donald's nibbled hair.

"This will convince the last doubters that America means business. Mad business, but business!"

"A plausible crazy man can win the game," 
The Donald points out. 
"Ask those former New York bankers of mine!"  

Ivanka brushes.  She neither smiles nor speaks.  The Son-in-law spools and speaks not.  The escalator escalates.

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The Red Warrior awakens from the dream as the real on-board Conductor calls out, 

"Lafayette next stop!"

 
 

The Red Leader and her followers stretch their arms overhead, and step off the train and to the side ~ away from the traffic pouring out behind them. Lafayette is the train's only smoke-stop between Houston and New Orleans. 
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," the big hatted Red Warrior tells her small following of similarly red dressed women. They are smoking cigarettes and heading to a dubious future. 
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~ to be continued ~

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Coming next month 

LEJ's Mardi Gras Glossary

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The Ladies Wore Red,

July 2021

Origin Story

 

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