John Morning Sun Gall, a Lakota Sioux Indian, rises from the Sand Hills to be elected governor of Nebraska amid turmoil over world famine, political sanctions, and strife in 2020's America. Corporate, and the Military have taken America's heart from its people.
Gall has the Nebraska economy expoding because he allows freedom to grow. He has the people's worship and is disobeying sanctions to feed famine victims.
Eddie Carter, a 'street-wise' news man, stumbles upon the story of a lifetime: Why the US government, headed by President Joshua Reston, a skirt-chasing, corporate-bound, pill-popper, wants to occupy Nebraska; and why the government wants to kill John Morning Sun Gall. He discovers the answers and become more than just a news man. He becomes a messenger.

And, of course, he falls in love with a girl and all that shit too! (Those are my words.)

“Yeah, but...” Part I

Frank "the Shank" Holden was a CIA agents who constantly reasoned our US foreign policy to people who questioned it. He was a cigar-smoking, cocktail-drinking, soldier. Here's how he spoke of our involvement in other countries.

In 1949 the US/CIA backed a coup to overthrow the Syrian government, and established a military dictatorship under Colonel Za’im.

Yeah, but who cares about the Syrians! Syrians schmyrians, who damn cares! Hell, we can’t have people just doing anything they want with their country. Who do these people think they are? They do talk funny! They’ll be wailing crying and screaming, around not knowing where we came from! Hell, it might be fun!

In September of 1951, US sets off atomic bomb called “Greenhouse George" at the Enewetok Atoll!

Yeah but, we have to test this shit somewhere! We can’t test it here! It’ll kill our sorry asses! Who cares about the Enewetokians! They’re as bunch of half-naked native savages! It’ll all be gone, along with their soy-poy soup, or whatever, and that’s it! The name “Greenhouse George” is safe too; it’ll never have any meaning!

1953: US/CIA overthrows Iran’s democratically elected president Mohammed Mousadeh after he threatens to nationalize British oil!

Yeah but, Oil, who cares about their oil! Let them cook all that shit they eat with something else! Hell, they still wear robes! They live in the dessert, and wear long heavy robes! These people are freaked! Let’s roll! We'll install one of 'our boys', with a lot of secret police to kill off any democracy nutballs!

1954: US/CIA foments coup to overthrow democratically elected Guatemala president, Jacob Arbenz, in military coup.

Yeah but, didn’t we just do this last year? Man, I’m getting tired! How many of these things are we going to do? Don’t we like any damn body anymore? Bananas, we’re doing this for Bananas! What the hell is United Fruit Company, a bunch of fairy farmers? Well, at least this should be an easy one!

1954-1958: This period saw CIA agent Ed Landsdale leading CIA attempts to overthrow North Vietnamese government.

Yeah but, this one will really be a piece of cake! He’s just a little old, wrinkled, 100-pound, Viet Namese grandpa! We’ll roll over his sorry ass like a flaky tortilla! These people can’t fight! They still eat Monkeys! Thay don’t even have roads, just these silly ass tunnels! Who can fight in that! We blow ‘em out of there jungles. Wait a minute...they have Tigers there! I didn’t know that!

!959: US military helps Papa Doc Duvalier become dictator of Haiti.

Yeah but, can’t we go somewhere where it’s nice? It’s hotter than french fried Arizona down there! Speaking of French, this Devalier, isn’t he black? How’d he get down there? Okay, okay, so he’s French; let’s throw a sack over him and, Voila! You’re done!

You know who I am? I am that there boy, Joe’s, other self. Yes sir, I’m that other side of this here guy's frontal lobe! That’s a fact!
I don’t claim to know a whole lot about things. Heck, I’m just a weed-cheewin’ Iowa boy. I thought I’d just poke my head in the door and give my take on what the heck’s gone wrong with this darn country!
When I was a boy, in the early fifties, we were worried about all those Chinese comin’ over here and, killin’ us in our sleep! That, or the darn Russians were gonnna’ send over some Atomic missiles and bake up a mean batch of American pies. We were told to get under our desks at school and hide from this Armageddon as if it were Pigeon droppings! I mean, I’m no genius or nothin’ but, I saw those test films where the Atom Bomb blew away houses in waves of charred ruin. And, I know them school desks were pretty darn well-built but, holy Jehovah! they ain’t no match for the Atomic Bomb, Homer!
Then later, it was the old Domino Theory that became the focus of our sleepless nights. Now, the trouble with the Domino Theory is that we acted like it was a fact; a hard-nosed, bonafide, fact.
Anyways, we were still worried that China and Russia were gonna band together and, take us over. Heck, they hated each other worse than we did! How can two bitter enemies band together. They was almost at cotton-pickin’ war with each other!
Now, I think I might have an idea where that old tragic Domino Theory came from. It come right from the Generals. Yep! The generals. They was a’ smokin’ cigars and drinkin’ Bourbon one night, chewin’ the fat around a card table.
“Well, you watch and see!” one old war horse says, “they got half of Korea. Next thing you know they’ll wanna take all of Indo China; then, the rest of ‘em gonna fall like Dominos.” Thunk! Ting! Boing! Light! A theory is born that night around that there card table, all wrapped up in swaddlin’ military, green!
“Hey!” says another iron butt, “that’s not bad. Maybe we can cook us up some fightin’ time over that! We ain’t had us a scrap in some years now. My boys are just itchin’ to scruff a little.” These Generals never...never, realize that the only “scruffing” a war-weary country full of young able bodies wants to do, is with their ‘sweeties’ in bed, back home. All our boys was wantin’ to do was come home, buy a house, have some beautiful babies, and live out their lives in peace, for a change. But, you know, those old pot bellied bull-crappers don’t care about normal, peaceful, life. They didn’t have one! They didn’t want one. An idle General is very dangerous thing.
Oops! I done fell off my John Deere 60 Series, Harvest Smart, Combine there.
So the Generals; and in those days there was a few that were a little tipsy, on the mind side a’ things, put out this here Domino Theory, in what they called a ‘white paper’. Now, a ‘white paper’ was this formal looking document that had all the appearances of a Thesis; but, the rhetoric of a, hell and fire, Biblipaedia! You’d think all hell was comin’ down around us! And, of course, them blow hards up in Congress got a hold of it and you’d a’ thought the ‘Second Coming’ had just cancelled his concert! Holy Lucifer!

All right Hank, it's time for you to shut yer' flamin' flap! I'm sorry everybody. Sometimes ole hank has to just flap his jaw! I'll take care of this. Y'all have yer sef a great day now!
Hank shut up!

We are currently directing our hostile, preemptive-strike policy towards Iran. They, the Bushanese, are speaking the words of deception, in threatening tones, towards the alleged actions of providing weapons, and Iran’s capturing those that intrude upon their lands. This deliberate actions are designed to shed a hostile light upon Iran. It is the old war-time two step from the Bushanese. God, they are good at this! It is working. We are visiting the birth of a new altercation with another country. The Bushanese are stirring up hatred for Iran.
John McCain’s little musical trip in response to a man at a campaign rally, who asked: “When are we going to send Iran an air mail message?”. McCain went into a little joke about “Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran, to the tune of the old song “Barbara Ann”.
It’s out there, folks! It’s out there! The people are beginning to say it!
Holy shit, we are going into Iran! Holy shit!

Holy Shit!

It was so strange. It was one of those nights when I was awakened by a new 'mare'. I floated away from disaster, arms spread, towards what I believe was heaven. I awakened just in time. I don't want heaven yet. It inspired a past post about my heritage.
But this Easter was very enlightening for me. I got to meet the Easter Bunny!
Gee, what agreat guy! Later he and I lifted a few at the tavern. Thanks, Easter Bunny, for a gereat time. Thanks for the candy too!
But this post concerned my night's diturbance. I awakened at 1:30 am. The rest follows:

There’s nothing weird about snow in April, but the sky has that eerie, pinkish, back light to the clouds that seems to tell you something strange is happening. Even at 1:30 in the morning, it isn’t dark. A train comes through town blowing that wailful horn. Why does it feel like the end of the earth? I can image Hank Williams’ torture when he wrote “I’m so lonesome I could cry”. It is so quiet you can hear the birds sleeping, yet the emptiness exists in an early morning loneliness. I am alone in the world. All are sleeping but me. Why is it that I cannot find comfort? Annie, my dog, is with me. She always wants to plays “sticks” with me. She does that because she knows she always wins the tug-of-war. She’s the best ‘stick’ Dog I’ve ever had.
I’m standing out here in my own yard, yet it feels so, nowhere. The cold air bristles my neck, and collar. Snow now covers the yard table. Six hours ago I watched the St Louis Cardinals beat Pittsburgh, in a baseball game on TV. I was elated; now I feel this emptiness, although I am standing in the same spot I was six hours ago. Isn’t it funny how life turns? Now I’m down in the bowels of my home writing about it. It’s a ‘clear’ thing. I have love all around me, yet I feel this strange loneliness.
We all are within ourselves, in our own little universe. My wife sleeps in comfort, and I sit, wearing my little crown of gloom. I think it’s the early morning that makes it feel that way. Writing is a very lonely process. No one else can come into it with me. When I am writing, and some one calls my name, it disturbs that entire part of my life that I am in. Thought and ideas are sent to the air and I can’t find them again. They are my only friends, or family, then, and I want them to stay with me. They become frightened, and run away, when anyone interferes. I think that is what makes the very early morning so good for this. There is no one here, accept my words and I. I love them so. It’ is a different love; it is a compulsive love, to find them and put them down on permanent cages. I trap them like Rabbits because they skitter, and will run at a second’s notice. I am in the world of my mind; I am so happy here.