First printed in Arthur magazine, July 2006.
"Blackout. Summertime. Populace accepts that utility companies have again fried the grid for profit. Hours go by. Americans go without television, SUVs, flash-fried food. Coffee runs out. Shortages of chronic and chronic shortages. Rumor becomes news. Alcohol reserves are drunk away and the rabble seethe in the street, commiserating about how it was this very publication that printed the recipe for the diabolical bomb that left the assholes standing but killed their precious machines.
Emergency personnel stay at home because, like that great American Bob Dylan said, 'The cops don’t need you and, man, they expect the same.' The National Guard is busy on the border, the French Quarter and Iraq. Everyone is a suspect.
“There he is! I saw him reading that Arthur!” the mob yells.
And then, dear reader, you realize that when the transistors are dead, the world is run by a lower phylum of machine: the gun...."
Link: MAGPIE.
Regular readers will remember that a relative gifted Wit with a Sig Sauer P226. Nickel plated, dears, with the walnut wooden grip. A very nice instrument, and beautiful.
How Are You Gonna Go?: YouTube - THE CLASH - Guns Of Brixton (live).
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