fly on the wall spoke to me last night in the Blue Barn.
The fly said he had been in some pretty fancy offices. He wouldn't say exactly where. Say in a lonely county courthouse somewhere, like in Topeka, in Washington DC - "somewhere over the Rainbow."
The fly gets around.
He told me I better kiss Sen. Pat Roberts' ass, he said while I was bent over that I should also kiss Johnson County Attorney Phill Kline's ass, kiss all those state legislators' asses, everyone one of them. The fly said to line - up all the citizens and kiss all those fine upstanding empire building Republicrats' asses for this little doozy of "Homeland" security coming our way to beautiful Kansas - Land of Oz.
The fly told me so. He heard them talking about their plans in the big fancy offices.
"Progress" means dollars coming home to the Land of Oz. 
Plop a few hundred million tax dollars down, tell the voters it means "jobs" and to shut-up.
Just shut yer cake holes. Expand Ft. Riley, replace the miles of trailer parks with particle board McMansions. Progress. Jobs.
Take it, here, and let's throw in a few more coal fired electric generators, how about sucking all the water available to make ethanol - here's some corn, more corn - oh hell why not some more corn, for your gas tanks.
It means more jobs, shut up. I said shut the f**k up! Throw them crop subsidy checks. Dumb-ass dirt farmers, ranchers - let them eat 1000 cows ground up into a 5 lb. loaf of industrialized imported slop from where? Who cares!
Shut down Emporia's slaughtering house, lay off 1800 workers, in 30 days, who cares? Dumb-ass dirt farmers, ridge running idgits. They'll never figure it out, tell them it was just a bunch of illegal immigrants - Somalis, Mexicans, who cares? Play the "race card" lay-off the whole gawd damn City of Emporia, Ks. Who gives a rat's ass, they're a bunch of cheap immigrant workers and everybody that works - well ... everybody is going to work even cheaper, even Grandma.
Tell them to watch more basketball on the television, drink beer - real rot gut beer. Cheap beer. Tell them it's "progress."
Hear them screaming "make every village, farm and home autonomous" outside?
Home energy producing plants? Are they nuts? Stupid crazy hillbilly anarchists, ridge running deer huntin' peasants. Shut-up! Shut yer gawd damn holes - stop insulting us in Washington DC, in Topeka - we know what's best for you idgits.
We'll just make it illegal. We know what's best for you clod hoppers.
Be politically polite, correct. Shut - up! Tell them to shut-up!
You would never know that Sen. Pat Roberts ate Jefferson county food from Jefferson county dirt. Well he did once a long, long time ago.
You would never know that those that govern us even know where we're at anymore. We don't exist. We're just flys, insects - bugs, germs.
Cheap. Progress. Homeland Security. Protecting us from the big bad bogey TEEEEERRRRRORISTSSS.
Now read Stan Cox: The Germs Next Door and don't forget ... shut up! The fly told me so.
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