The Neighborhood Prophet

Racism, and sexism and violent capitalism are as American and as bad for you and your kids as pre-millennial rotten and burned-out apple pie-sellers And ProMatriotic learning and living and health loving post-millennial WinWin co-operators against LoseLose racism and sexism and violent capitalism as AntiAmerican as burning-out and hanging-out and banging-out and harming the health in any way, of matriotic cooperative apple-pie makers. So said, rather more than less, one of the ancient river campers speaking curbside before the double-glass front doors of his Cumberland Farms Cathedral. In a sad and quiet voice. Not a position he gloated about as if he stood morally apart. Rather, he speaks of dis-integrity of our shared powerless positions as autonomous systems, struggling through each impoverishing day of lost good faith youth for, now, mere survival when we could become sooo very much lighter to rediscover remaining integrity of our identity systems for cooperative organic thrival. Outside, my neighborhood prophet for world peace was long and lean with sun-dried and bronzed wrinkled skin over muscled sinew, a long-grey bearded and skeletal nature mystic, with clear and open stereophonic memorizing eyes. Inside, remembering his times with swimming wet green frogs and sleek flying flashing ravens, eagles of EarthPatriotic balance, both honorable predators and prey to aging apple pies regretted and suffered by long grey-bearded prophetic times surviving threats and violence of nationalistic racism and monotheistic sexism and MightMakesRight capitalism, WinLose subnormal optimization of WinWin BothAnd opportunities, Left integrated in and outside Right-felt memories of maternal love far too unmatriotically far behind for EarthTribe's cooperative thrival of these our fit-in cooperative powerlessness. So, I asked our neighborhood prophet if he had mentioned these problems to the Mayor. "I guess your news for today, I am the Mayor."