Little Read Books

ideological infallibility

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mao

wrote a

Little Red Book

an

at the ready

inexhaustible

arsenal

of

quotations

instant ammo

for bandoleros

of correctness

flinging barbs

more deadly

then a cocked

AK

virulent

vanguards

of screaming

proletarian

heroes

whippin em out

to shout down

running dogs

of capitalism

sprouting

reactionary

bourgeois

schemes

a

sure

quiver

of razor

sharp

ideological

stilettos

appropriate

weapons

of

response

for the

heated

struggle

against

incorrect

ideas

instant

revelations

of carefully

selected

corrections

uncovered

by fevered

thumbs

fingering

dog eared

pages

the

indexed

platitudes

uphold

the sacred

holy

dogmas

of convicted

minds

firmly

convinced

in the

comfortable

certitude

of their

derangement.

In college

we carried

our

Red Books

in frayed

pockets

of dingy

flannel shirts

but

Lennon

unlike

Warhol

didn't

like

Mao

so we

dropped

Lenin

and

listened

to

Dylan

tracks

hysterically

laughing

tickled

to death

with

Marx Brothers

Horse Feathers.

While

down

on

funky

Broadway

we

traded

our

Dashikis

for

cool

Che

emblazoned

tees

a weekly

special

at the

Silk City

boutique,

 

whom

the

capitalists

cleverly

omitted

breast

pockets

leading us

to displace

our Red Books

forcing us

to adopt

the

revolutionary

logos

of store front

entrepreneurs.

 

Teabaggers

have

a little

red, white and

blue book.

they call it

the Constitution

its more of a

totem

a convenient

fetish

the Koch

Brothers

believe

empowers

them

to

pursue

the liberty

of

an unbridled

id

and the

freedom

of banksters

and oil companies

to swallow

anything

that they

can sink

their

insatiable

fangs

into

Laissez faire

tolerance

for their

gluttony

is codified

by the grand

celestial

ledgers

of a greedy

God

down with

capitalism.

Qadhafi,

has a

Green Book

he holds

it like

hand

mirror

peering into

his vanities

infatuated

with the

beauty

of terror

the

perfect

reflection

of his heinous

malevolence

the fiat

of his

ad hocracy

the

repressive

rules

of totalitarianism

are all

spelled out

the gory

details of

corporal rule

and capital

punishment

suggestively

enforced with

the stern

mutterings

of dictatorial

diatribes

the certain

cruelty

of whip

and stick.

Morning Joe

has a book,

the incessant

suggestions

of righteous

Reaganisms

a self serving

rhetoric

a stirring

oratory

of narcissistic

prattle

the banal hum

of feigned

wisdom

egoistic

affectations

cuddled and

encouraged

by star stricken

Mika.

The critical

thesis

its first rule

thou shall not speak

ill of any other

Republicon.

The infallibility

of potentates

is always

self evident.

 

Music Video:

Love, My Little Red Book

Oakland

2/27/11

jbm