Dear Jane Letters

Maybe that will be the title of the book.  Where I figure out a way to get Jane Lartsch to know/get that I see myself as a sort of Carl Sandburg wannabe kind of person while she is determined to turn me into some kind of media psycho killer character...isnt it amazing.

I see myself winning a presidential medal of freedom...but Jane see's me in handcuffs.....seriously what would Carl Sandburg say about what Jane did to me? He wouldnt bother with it...it's simply too tedious. This is my dilemma. How do I explain why it matters?

I just watched the Showtimes series Homeland for the first time yesterday. I had an out of body experience, a sens eof relief, felt less alone...I dont know how to explain it either...but there was a certain scene in particular  that tore all the pain away for almost an entire weekend...when Carrie was trying to get Brody's daughter to call him...I felt like I was watching myself and understood better how I might come on strong enough to scare or alarm...and yet look at the secrets...look at what was at stake...although apples and oranges obviously...it was so exactly like my life in a nutshell. People would arrest, handcuff, kill, ruin someone who they felt could expose them suddenly...unexpectedly...I used to use the word "bullying" to simplify something that is much more complicated...and yet....is it?

Right. Im crazy. According to which lying asshole? THIS is the essence of terrorism. That all human beings are capable of choosing total destruction for all, making that ridiculously selfish decision to keep their secret at all costs.. just so their family never finds out they were cohabitating, or had an abortion as a teen, or smoke fucking pot. The US experiement, in bravely speaking as truthfully as they can handle, emotionally physically...moving through those silly seeds of the chronic corruption to come...Here just let Carl say it:

The Liars

A liar goes in rags.
A liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.
A liar is a liar and lives on the lies he tells and dies in a life of lies.
And the stonecutters earn a living—with lies—on the tombs of liars.
  
Aliar looks ’em in the eye
And lies to a woman,
Lies to a man, a pal, a child, a fool.
And he is an old liar; we know him many years back.
  
  A liar lies to nations.
  A liar lies to the people.
A liar takes the blood of the people
And drinks this blood with a laugh and a lie,
  A laugh in his neck,
  A lie in his mouth.
And this liar is an old one; we know him many years.
  He is straight as a dog’s hind leg.
  He is straight as a corkscrew.
He is white as a black cat’s foot at midnight.
  
The tongue of a man is tied on this,
On the liar who lies to nations,
The liar who lies to the people.
The tongue of a man is tied on this
And ends: To hell with ’em all.
  To hell with ’em all.
  
It’s a song hard as a riveter’s hammer,
  Hard as the sleep of a crummy hobo,
  Hard as the sleep of a lousy doughboy,
Twisted as a shell-shock idiot’s gibber.
  
The liars met where the doors were locked.
They said to each other: Now for war.
The liars fixed it and told ’em: Go.
  
Across their tables they fixed it up,
Behind their doors away from the mob.
And the guns did a job that nicked off millions.
The guns blew seven million off the map,
The guns sent seven million west.
Seven million shoving up the daisies.
Across their tables they fixed it up,
  The liars who lie to nations.
  
  And now
  Out of the butcher’s job
  And the boneyard junk the maggots have cleaned,
  Where the jaws of skulls tell the jokes of war ghosts,
Out of this they are calling now: Let’s go back where we were.
    Let us run the world again, us, us.
  
Where the doors are locked the liars say: Wait and we’ll cash in again.
  
So I hear The People talk.
I hear them tell each other:
  Let the strong men be ready.
  Let the strong men watch.
  Let your wrists be cool and your head clear.
  Let the liars get their finish,
  The liars and their waiting game, waiting a day again
  To open the doors and tell us: War! get out to your war again.
  
So I hear The People tell each other:
  Look at to-day and to-morrow.
  Fix this clock that nicks off millions
  When The Liars say it’s time.
  Take things in your own hands.
    To hell with ’em all,
  The liars who lie to nations,
  The liars who lie to The People.