Jesus the Vampire's Landing Spot

This is a short titled "Ponsler's Revenge" that I started years back and never quite finished. I mentioned it on the Landing Spot around a month ago. I just went over it - it's rough, but I hope you enjoy it.  I figured I'd put it up before the election, because either way it goes, the shit is going to hit the fan - that is certain. "Ponsler's Revenge"     Once the “Democratic Socialist” government fell, there was little for anyone to do other than survive until the Legal Junta consolidated power over what was left of the country. Southern California was in complete anarchy after the massive quake. Most of the southwest had elected to secede from the Union and join the Sovereign Nation of Texas, comprising the former U.S. states of Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, and Colorado.     Richard Ponsler, a 53-year-old physician with degrees in medicine and psychiatry, was, after years of brutal physical and psychological torture in solit...

 First, I'll apologize to the black community for going in "Blackface," but let's be honest--it was the only way I could get to the truth. I'd heard tales that black churches change things up for white people, but behave totally different when white people aren't watching. So, I put on the blackface, bought some pants that hang off my ass, donned a giant afro wig, bought some tasteful pennyloafers at Florsheim, stepped into my white Christian family-values pussmobile, and headed off to the BLACKEST church in Harlem. Honestly, this place was so black that Malcom X and Louis Farrakhan would have to billboard their puckered assholes at the door--which is how they authenticate blackness for some reason, and don't ask me to explain it, because I have no fuckin idea. Anyway, everything seemed normal up until the choir took over, they all looked around to make sure whitey wasn't watching, and HOLY SHIT! I couldn't believe my fuckin ears! THIS IS WHAT I ...

It's been said that the USA is "the land of the free and the home of the brave" and a country where you have numerous freedoms that are conducive to "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." Very good, but why is it that I’m constantly surrounded by people who are trying to tell me what to say and what to do? It’s increasingly becoming the land of the cowed and home of the paranoid who seem to be content with death, despair, and the pursuit of medication. The 50's were a time of the Red Scare, and one had to be very careful what they said and did, or even the mere appearance of it lest they be tagged a communist. James Thurber wrote a good one on that topic: The Very Proper Gander Not so very long ago there was a very fine gander. He was strong and smooth and beautiful and he spent most of his time singing to his wife and children. One day somebody who saw him strutting up and down in his yard and singing remarked, "There is a ve...