Desert Soliloquy Second Edition: A Perfectly Sane Misanthrope Hides in the Desert

by David Rice

I love the desert: it is mindlessly unforgiving; one day it will kill me, and that’s okay.

In fact the desert has killed lots of people though never with malice, the Mojave Desert is indifferent to the cares of humans though the desert *does* suffer from human activities.

We were both ten years old at the time. My love life went “down hill” from there, and has never recovered.

Ever since I was a wee tyke I felt that I was fated to die at the hands of those who rode for law and order. I figured I may as well hurry that destiny along.

:) And the author is not even black. :)

Fort Irwin[70], which blights the southwest section of the Avawatz Mountain Range, stopped having someone to legitimately kill in year 1946. Since that time their only actual, non-imaginary enemies have been the citizens of America, and the occasional harmless defenseless brown-skinned person in distant foreign lands. The base these days exists exclusively to train terrorists to fight against democracy in the world whenever and where ever it raises its populous head.

quite true

Funny thing about preachers: they tend to learn early that people will pay dearly for comforting lies because the demand is as great as the supply. The truth costs almost nothing because supply greatly exceeds demand.

very true

Did he find his car? Did he trade his god in for a magnetic compass, or at least for a more serious, or more accurate, god?

lol

“Okay, then,” my brother said in a low, menacing, but loud voice. “We’ll do this, but remember: NOBODY leaves this place alive. No witnesses this time!” I looked around to see if anyone had heard. There was nobody around. We went in. The people serving fast food inside knew us, and they knew what to expect. “Six large orders of French fries, please! To go,” my brother said. The person at the counter didn’t blush. My brother forked over the cash, then stepped aside. I stepped up.

Aldo Google "French fries in the American south west"

The waitress came over and asked what we would like to drink. I asked for iced tea. “I’d like a bucket of hot water and a mop,” my brother said. The waitress looked confused. “It’s the name of a drink they serve in Key West gay bars. Get him a Margaretta, please” I told her. She

lol

I think humanity should go extinct for the sake of everyone else.

i like that

Disloyalty to government and ‘authority’ is a sign of superior intelligence.

also true

(Religion is the fashionable alternative to thinking.

true

A burned out hippie was lurking at that door, sucking on a fag. Too late to avoid it, our eyes locked. His eyes grew wide with surprise. His sallow, haggard, sun-ravaged face broke out in a huge grin. “Hey! Wow! It’s John Denver!” he yelled at me. He flung his cigarette butt in my direction and yelled, “I’m a huge fan of yours!” He was so convinced that I was John Denver, I momentarily wondered if maybe I was; I then shook off the thought. I greeted him verbally, and shook him by the hand as he thrust it at me (mental note: wash my hands before eating). “I love that boat song you do! Dude! Oh, wow! Sing me that boat song!”

john denver