...St. Vincent Infirmary in Little Rock, Arkansas , 1959 I go to visit Joe Turpentine...
Joe , in a straight jacket, is seated on a hard metal chair...while cussing his handlers like a sailor... I am introduced as his 2nd cousin Stanley from Dallas..(a Lie)... Joe looks at me and says him? bullshit! I don't know no Stanley! I shrug my shoulders, look at billy the staffer and ask...how long's he been like this?
Ralph, the other staffer says ever since he started telling everyone in Little Rock about the TSA agents.... They tell me to press the buzzer by the door when I'm through visiting... they chuckle as They lock the door...
Who the hell are you..? Joe Asks...
Well , we both know I'm not your cousin... I just need to hear your story... others... need to hear your story too...
What others Joe asks?
People on the outside that believe in you joe.... people it might help... people further up the road if you get my meaning..
Joe takes on a fixed glaze... and stares across the white cell room... The dreams just started coming he says...after I fell off that damn ladder... I was in a airport for sure, but it was way more fancy than any airport anywhere... the clothes,, people all had gizmos in their hands...they talked in them and stared at them and punched buttons on them.... I knew then that I was seeing the future.
And there were these long lines of people and strange machines.... people were being stopped and frisked and they had to stand in a stick em up pose in these machines... The machines could look through their clothes just like Superman's x-ray vision,... sometimes they grabbed the peoples children....and put their hands on them kids where they didn't belong... perverted sons of bitches....
The people just stood there like they were hypnotized...or something.
That's when I KNEW IT COULDN'T BE AMERICA I WAS SEEING... It had to be some place over there in Europe where them Commies had taken over.
Like HELL this would ever happen in AMERICA.
TSA , that's what they were called.... TSA. I saw their uniforms.
I told the local newspaper but the story never made it into the paper.
And I started seeing other things too...that's when they...
BUZZZZZZZ ... BUZZZZZZ...
They said I was insane.... that I
You ready mister?
Yeah, poor guy is just rambling on... doesn't even know I'm here.
You fella's have a good evening, I can see my way out.
You too mister... have a safe trip back to Dallas.
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