All The King’s Fen

by Richard Oxman

*Definition of fen: low land covered wholly or partly with water unless artificially drained*.

It’s also a monetary unit which some dopes drop on occasion with their walk or talk. Something I can pick up on.

Not laughin’ all the way to the bank (or in front of it), but sittin’ back –quite a distance from the building, quite quietly– with no reason to enter…unless I’m gonna steal somethin’ from there.

I’m not gonna *work* for the goddamn bank. These days I fancy I might kill first.

That’s what it’s like with the issue of distribution. And the issue of resources (which is connected to control of the weather as per Sucker’s Bets for the New Century).

The little people in the bank have got hold of the lion’s share *plus*…and they have no intention of sharing the goodies, or opening up *the what have you* with the rabble. That’d be us.

All the stupid political talk in the world might as well be taking place under the glare of the bank’s night lights, fully in the gunscope sights of their best sharpshooters. For all practical purposes, it is.

And all the *long range* hopes and dreams of the well-intentioned, activist citizenry are comparable to wet dreams induced by dope. By the dopes, of the dopes and for the dopes. Just like the Founding Fathers intended things to be.

So, you see, the only way to push for more equitable distribution and/or the sane use of resources is to enter the bank…armed.

And once one picks up a gun one had better be ready to use it. Let me put that another way: Once you pick up a gun you had better be prepared to kill someone. Not in the sense that I opened with (in my second paragraph above), but in real terms.

And that’s the trouble with The Left today. They haven’t given up on voting, and they keep talking up how every little bit helps, how –in America– everyone can pickn’choose the way in which they want to *contribute*…without necessarily having to risk something deep or real. [1]

The trouble is…no one’s looking for trouble.

But no one’s going to make a dent in these troubling times without killing someone.

And that’s how it’s always been…for as long as banks have been around.

Quite awhile ago, Tom Dirks did a lengthy review of Oscar-winning All The King’s Men (http://www.filmsite.org/allt.html). Quite awhile ago the film’s take on the public and power (as separate entities) got wide distribution, was met with raging popularity. And yet Steven Zaillian has found a reason to bring Jude Law, Anthony Hopkins, Sean Penn, Kate Winslet and Mark Ruffalo together…to provide a new version. Why?

Because our very low land –arguably the lowest of lands– is covered wholly or partly with polluted waters which can’t be drained without holding a gun to some banker’s head.

And there are too few people willing to pull the trigger, to do the kind of damage/drainage that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men can’t put back together again.

Which is fine with me. Has to be. Since I’m an Oxman, not a Trigger Man.

And everyone else is doin’ remakes.

Richard Oxman is more dueleft@yahoo.comthan ever. And if the reader ever wants to make him go over his writing at www.oxtogrind.org , he’ll be glad to do so.

Fallacious Footnote?:

[1] Cindy camping out does not represent the kind of risk I’m talking about. Cindy helping her son to go underground to avoid *serving* the country does involve risk. The former is not *deep*, the latter could be. See me, but not at the *remake* in DC in September. That McKibben link above, by the way, is one reason why what I’m calling *risk* is actually…no risk at all.