The Louisiana Social Pledge
We pledge our allegiance to Louisiana. We will embrace what makes us and our state unique. Louisiana will be recognized as a leader and innovator of the New South. Many great leaders of the future will come from this state. And we will show both the media and politicians that we are smarter than them. We will no longer have our resources exhausted and our people used and left behind. We will work hard and play hard. We will protect each other. We will support each other. We pledge that we will do whatever we can to get these things in motion right now. We will no longer wait for a path to be cleared for us. We will clear the path ourselves. And we ain’t giving up easily. We will socialize in the real world just as well as we do on the internet…in hopes to organize ourselves effectively.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
The Box (Rachel Jackson-Lafayette, LA)
“Did you think to switch on the box last night?
Did you get a chance to witness what went on?
The monkey eating crackers, blessed by that poor nun
who right before was sued by her own father.
You didn't get to watch, you say?
Well boy did you miss out.
You couldn't take a minute break?”
to me my comrade questions.
“I suppose that I couldn't,” I answer a bit perturbed.
“Much too much to do within this world.”
Both the nun and monkey seem to me somewhat absurd,
but I'll not criticize the likes of others.
“You really should take note
of all the fun that you are missing,
neglecting the friendly dial
that adorns your TV.”
The rage within me grows
so much I scarcely can control it.
Were I a more violent person
One might need to be afraid.
“Don't you see its utter nonsense!
This great fun of which you speak.
It is taking life and
shrinking it to a screen!”
My comrade backs off quickly,
His hands both forming sheilds.
“No need to get defensive.
I was only poking fun.”
I do my best to tolerate
the activities of the masses,
but perplexing will I always find
he power of these little boxes.
These little boxes that bring us drama
though our lives are far from simple.
They make us cry for unreal folks
while real folks outside are dying.
How do they prevail
With such an artificial spectrum?
The Earth provides amusement
for all five senses?
You steal my conversations, box,
by showing nuns with crackers.
I try to talk to people
but your screen pulls them away.
O you wretched box! You steal
the vigor of our children.
You shrivel the precious brains
That should be growing in their skulls.
If the choice were mine, I'd take you all
and place you in a capsule.
I'd tape it up and buy a shovel
to dig your secret grave.
See what audience you'd find there,
Box, what species you'd enslave.
I reckon you would take the worms
but at least I'd have freed my own.