"...Time to Leave The Divisive Battles of the Past..."

By coincidence, the last time I wrote a real post was also the last time President Obama addressed the nation. At least in prime time.



Things have cooled out a bit since then--for example members of Congress sat side-by-side tonight in a spirit of symbolic unity. So I suppose that’s a start. Some are probably packing heat; but, its a start.



Long Intermission is never going to be a political blog; but like any American, I have my opinions 'bout President Obama. Some are positive, some not so much; but the best thing you can say about him is that he was genuinely elected; which makes him genuinely Commander-in-Chief in my eyes. Whereas the last guy we had...



Whoops!--shouldn’t bring that up. Bad etiquette these days. Time to let the past go and shake the old Etch-A-Sketch I guess.



Course last post I made some comments about Sarah Palin which some regarded as...not my finest moment. Whether they’re correct in regards to the content I can’t say (reviews have been mixed); but I for one think the writing was pretty good. For example, when I say Sarah Palin’s a retard-breeding cunt I’d like to see slowly die of pussy rot; that makes sense to my writer/investigator’s instincts.



What does this Sarah Palin do?

She breeds retards.



Where do these retards come from?

Her cunt.



What would I like to see her do?

Slowly die of pussy rot.



Do you see the simple ideological thread behind those statements? One idea rhythmically leads to the next with seamless, thematic consistency. Almost like when Paul Simon says:



And I see losing love is like a window in your heart,

Everybody sees your blown apart,

Everybody sees the wind blow,



But apparently there are readers out there who don't recognize the shared genius of Paul Simon and me.



‘Cause last Friday I was down near Coney Island when I got a phone call. A text actually from an unknown name and number. Carla Nash. I’d been waiting on several important calls so perhaps I didn’t discriminate like I’d normally do. A problem I’ve experienced of late; but I’ll have to cover the other incident in a later post.



Anyway, I got this text from an unknown number, but the sun was so bright that its glare reflected off the phone’s display shield. I ducked under the shade of an awning in the 30 degree cold, put on my glasses (‘cause I’m old now), and peered into the phone’s small screen to investigate the text from Carla Nash. Only...



Reader, are you familiar with the name Carla Nash? I wasn’t, although to my surprise I knew her story. If I wanted to shock you I’d have posted her picture; but instead (since I like you) I’ll just mention that’s she’s the woman who got her face ripped-off by a chimpanzee. You can Google her picture if you're so inclined, and I can assure you that the most disturbing one you find was the one displayed on my phone. Ugghhh!!!!!! An image that left me rattled all day--and even now as I envision it.



Well reader, I’m an investigator. I mean by profession, so eventually I got to the bottom of it. And when I called the guy it was short and to the point.



“Hey man, its Lodo. Pretty sure you remember me.”



“Ya got my picture, eh?” (laughs)



“Yeah I did. That’s some pretty sick shit man.”



“I got more if you want ‘em.” (laughs again). “I’ve got all kinds of that stuff.”



-Silence on both ends-



“Why’d you send that?” I asked him. “What’s the message I should take from that?”



“I don’t know. My sister thought I should send it.”



“...Your sister?”



“Yeah Lodo, you never met her?”



“How would I have met her? I’ve only talked to you two times.”



“...Hmm. Suppose that’s true. Anyway, she’s got Downs Syndrome, but she's pretty smart. Sh...”



“She’s got Downs syndrome?”



“Yeah Lodo. Guess you didn’t know that.”



“...No I didn’t. Is that why you sent that pic? ‘Cause no offense, but there’s a hint of violence I could take from that. Aggression maybe.”



“Take it how you want to. You can go to hell for all I care.”



“...Yeah well,...I don’t see how texting pics like that is gonna keep you out.”





Lodo Grdzak at Graceland (about a million years ago):





* NOTE: I'm sure all pics of President Obama are copyrighted.



**NOTE: Pics used in support of this post (with the exception of those that feature myself or my trip to Graceland) are included simply to enhance the narrative. I have no knowledge or realtion to the blonde girl with Downs Syndrome.



***NOTE: Lyrics lifted from Paul Simon's Graceland are subject to about a billion copyrights.