THE MONSTER

“Why do you have yourself tattooed?”
“It depends where, Miss.”
“Why do you have an anvil on your chest?”
“Because someone has to lie down on it.”
“You’re a pig. You might as well have put a bed on it.”
“Uh Uh. I think an anvil’s closer to the truth. When you want to slaughter a calf, you tie a rope around its neck, lead it to the block, lift the calf up gently, lay it on the anvil and bind it fast.”
“No one has ever measured the effects on the psyche of words as sounds.”
“That dog is beautiful.”
“Which one?”
“What?”
“Which dog?”
“Oh yes. . . . “
“How was it in Afghanistan?”
“Loud.”
“Did you get the anvil there?”
“Nothing happened there.”
“Nothing happens here either.”
“I’m rather fond of good old USA all the same. . . . I saw a woman stab herself yesterday.”
“You look good.”
“I always do.”
“Why do they call you the monster?”
“Because I’m revolting and evil and everyone has to have a name.”
“You think so? “
“One thing I’ll tell you. Without a leader you’re finished.”

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About judyjablow123

In my youth I was a world class tournament golfer. I earned an MA in history at NYU, after which I knew I had had enough of academia. I have remained a student of history. I have a strongly personal - almost entirely negative- take on the contemporary pharmaceutical and mental health industries. That was the impetus for my Bluepolar blog, which will also include stuff on sports, history and anything else that strikes my interest.
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