The Iceman Cometh
Just the tip of the Iceman’s burg here
by Richard Oxman

When it happened, our Marcel was playing on the floor of the family computer room upstairs… where parts of his imaginary town dominate most available walking space. I was composing a lovely missive, and wasn’t paying much attention to the little one’s intense activity. It was a typically calm day in Lakeville (as far as I could tell from my peripheral attention), but then — dropping his pastry — Marcel screamed out, “It’s over! It’s over. It’s gone.” I actually saw all the vibrant air sucked out of him.

Tearful and concave, he limped over to Sylvie, who had been reviewing vintage photos for posting. He leapt into her waiting arms, and wept from the crumbling chiostro of his heart. Mama is always perfect in that kind of situation — with anyone — and she surely comforted Marcel as he agonized, “I’ve outgrown it, I’ve outgrown it.” Then again, “It’s over.”

At eight, he still believes in Santa, courtesy of our encouragement, watchful eyes… and his own nature, of course. But on that morning, with amputated crumbs crowning his aching frown, an important fantasy unraveled, and Lakeville lost all its reason for being. Without warning or any sense of justice, as if some unfeeling force had yanked too hard on an umbilical cord.

Lakeville activity had been a mainstay of his home school existence forever. With an enormous amount of work put into creating the physical town — replete with railroad tracks, and public space filled with four-legged creatures fronting odd shops — he was invested emotionally on a very deep level… in all the car crashes and festivities which had festooned the frenetic floor over time. Kind Lord of a busy Lakeville he was, my innocent son. Now, frozen over.

I’ve outgrown the United States. The unnecessary, destructive pipe dreams.

And I have come to disturb you, like Hickey in Eugene O’Neill’s dramatic work.

Lobotomy + hypnotized = Obamatized

These words are in italics (a style of typeface patterned on a Renaissance script with the letters slanting slightly to the right) , as is the case with Lakeville.

In our reality, however, what’s politically patterned on a Renaissance style of sorts (Obama’s style) slants unbearably to the right.

Every child, and the child in every adult, should be screaming like the people in Gaza. And elsewhere.

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