9217. A LITTLE BIT OF PROPHET

A LITTLE BIT OF PROPHET

The man who exalts himself will be

exalted, and the man who humbles,

will be. That's the way it always

seems to go. Red wagon, red robin,

red diaper babies. That's what

they used to call the 1940's and

50's kids who were born here

to Commie parents. Yes. Red

diaper babies. Stunning phrase,

and there's nothing really wrong

with that; they needed to be

called something. In a manner

of speaking, a James Michener

format to all we can learn. You

just make it up anyway, along

along the walking. Think of the

King who sold New York, or the

dolt who purchased Alaska. It

can be called either way  -  wise

guy, dope, or prescient genius.

Remember the French King who

sold 'Louisiana' to Jefferson for

like 25,000 dollars. It doubled

the size of the country overnight,

and they didn't even know what

to call it nor what they'd bought.

Whatever was being sold by

France. 'Unburden me, sir, of

this headache.' Okay and he did.

When I was 10, they were still

making states. I remember when

Hawaii came along. I remember

when Alaska came along. Before

that, Arizona and New Mexico

were 1912. If I said I remembered

that too you'd say I was lying.

But I do. Then we still had all

that Spanish problem stuff, getting

California and Texas, and all that.

Junipera Serra, what was up with

him? Torture-maniac monk for

Jesus, killing and maiming up

the entire west coast. Every where

he stopped and killed more than

thirty, he built a trailside mission.

Now they're mostly all booze-joints

and wineries, but California's like

that everywhere. Get a drunk on

a Chinese junk. Welcome them, as

Joan Baez used to say, when they

come to invade, with open arms

and hearts. We're saved.