The Land of Longfellow

The reporter road into town

Unsure of what he’d find

The town was not too big

Not too big for any mind

He saw the folks

They waved

Oh, they seem nice

Many people around would not think twice.

He was there to do his report

Because there had been word getting around

Of strange and bizarre things

Happening in this town

The word came in from anonymous sources

People who were scared

Of the kids of this land

Who often dissappeared

The Reporter left his car

And walked the town on foot

A car came driving up and screeched to a halt

The couple rolled down their window to relay the news

“You need to get out, it’s time to go.”

What do you mean why should I leave?

“This is not a normal place, it’s not safe to stay.”

Where is the danger in this town?

“We are leaving.

You should not stay here.

This is the Land of Longfellow and he will come for you.”

And after those last words, the couple rolled up their window and drove away.

The reporter walked on.


-DJ ROBO BISCUIT, The Land of Longfellow

Conspiracy, AntiSemitism, The Origin

The Origin of the Jewish Conspiracy that the world is controlled by the Jews.

The Protocols of the Elders of Zion

The text above was published in 1903.  It is an Antisemitic fabricated text.
The text was denounced in THE TIMES in 1920 1921.
The work takes some inspiration from the 1864 work: Dialogue in Hell between Machiavelli and Montesquieu)
If you have ever been curious about where AntiSemitism comes from or where some Antisemites draw their information then know that The Protocols of the Elders of Zion is a very influential text.
You can find interesting info on this work by searching online and looking at the wikipedia page.
-End of post, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

The End Of The Small Town (Story)

It had been decided.

The people of Forevertown voted to end their time of being a town.

Forevertown only had 100 people who lived in it.

“All we have are streetlights.” Said one local man.

“We don’t have money for the police.” Said a local woman.

The denizens of Forevertown just did not see a reason to continue being a town.

The people of the town voted.  Of course, it was only about 12 people who showed up to vote.  In 10 days, Forevertown would no longer exist.  It would stop being a town.

A local man took time to talk to his wife.

“Well honey, it was good while it lasted.”

“You bet babe we had some really good years living here in Forevertown.”

“Yeah, well I guess I’ll send some of our money to our son.”

“Good idea babe.  Our son will appreciate it.  I guess he was thinking good when he decided to move to the city.”

“I reckon so.”

As some people walked into the local store to purchase some small goods there was a certain strange-ness that settled into the town denizens.

People were saying weird things to one another.

“I’ll see you at Church for our big ceremony.”  One lady said.

“I’ll need to write some letters for sure.”  Another woman said.

“I just can not believe this.” One man said.  His face appeared to be stunned.

One old woman walked into the small convenience store.  She looked at the older man working behind the counter.  “Well Jim, I been livin’ here in Forvertown for the past 50 years and I just can not believe that it’s going to end.”

Jim looked at her.  “Sometimes good things have to come to an end Jessica.”

Over the next few days in Forevertown, there were more letters sent off to different places than in the whole history of Forevertown.

The days went by.  People went about their lives.  Some of the couples had a little more intimacy and kind physicalness than they usually did.  People drank more alcohol than they usually did.

The 6th day came.  It was a Sunday.  Many members of Forevertown were at the service.

The pastor was powerful and commanding.  Many Forevertownians were on their knees and praying harder than they ever had.

“The Lord is a merciful one!  He has been watching you your whole life and he rewards those that have done well.  The Sinners will be punished!  We can never forget the powerful value of our beliefs!  The Lord can hear your prayers!  Talk to him!  Do not be stingy with your donation. Amen to all!”

Many people put $20 dollar bills in the collection plate (most usually put far less).

There were news story from other areas about Forevertown.

Local Town goes off the Map

Forevertown Ends

The Show is Over for the Small Town

(Those were the headlines)

The 9th day came.  People were friendlier than they have ever been.  People drank heavily. People gave their love.  People got very close together without any kind of protection.

Old man Jim crawled into bed with his wife, Debra.  The 10th day was soon upon them.

“Honey, I love you.”

“I love you too babe.”

They started to cry.  “I don’t want Forevertown to end!”

“Sorry honey.  Sometimes a town like this has to come to an end.”

They cried and cried and went to sleep.

The clock struck midnight.


It was midnight on the outskirts of town.  The bulldozers had arrived.  There was a Mapman with a map and he was ready to mark it.  The line of bulldozers had 20 (plenty for a small town).  There were men who stood on the bulldozer, they were called the “Lookers.”  The Mapman walked and made eye contact with all of the Lookers.  The Lookers looked at him and showed him their handguns.  They all cocked them and took off the safety.  Once the Mapman knew his team was ready, he gave the command.  “Let’s end this town.”

The Bulldozers moved forward with all of the Lookers on high alert.  Forevertown did not put up a fight; it knew its time was up.  There were only 4 gunshots needed.

After two hours of labor, the deed had been done.

The Mapman looked around and said, “Good job boys.  2:03AM.  Mission accomplished.”

All of Forevertown had been ended.  Including the people.


-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT


The Age of Charlie Blossom – WORKING

Working by Studs Terkel 

People Talk About What They Do All Day and How They Feel About What They Do

This is a book.  The book carries importance to a curious person.  Everyday people wake up and go to work.  There place of work, they have certain rules they have to follow and certain procedures they need to follow.  During the course of the 8-hour-work-day, people have to work but they are never asked how they feel about what they are doing.  Naturally, an individual person must comply with the rules and expectations of the company in order to maintain their employment.

One of the most interesting entries is “The Age of Charlie Blossom” about a guy named Charlie Blossom.

He rambles all over the place.  He discusses working and having the job but he also has desires for anarchy and he does not like that he has to work in general.

Here is a paragraph from the story:

“I’ve gotten myself on unemployment.  They were nice to me the first few times, then a woman told me to get a number.  I wanted to tell her, Fuck you.  I can wait outside your apartment and knock you over the head and steal your money.  Fuck your money.  It’s not your money in the first place.  It’s mine.  I worked for it.  And if you don’t give it to me, I don’t give a fuck, ’cause I’ll live anyway.  When I was younger and applied for a job and the guy wouldn’t give me a reason for not hiring me, I would say, “It’s okay.”  I wouldn’t yell at him, “You’re a racist pig.”  I’d think, Fine.  Mao Tse-tung will hire me to kill you.  Or I could be a bank robber. But that bitterness, I don’t like being bitter.  I’m a pacifist.”  -End of Paragraph, Charlie Blossom


If you enjoyed that, then I recommend Working by Studs Terkel.

Thank you,