Where you been so long? in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs

I was somewhere (shut up, I was too, I go places and some where’s, in fact, I’ll put it in writing; I’m always some where) and eavesdropping (if you don’t want me eavesdropping learn telepathy or speak elsewhere, though, when I’m not somewhere I am elsewhere) on a conversation between dumbasses (I didn’t see them, they were either dumbasses or motherfuckers. Speaking of motherfuckers, can you imagine what poor Samuel Jacksons mom must go through? For instance, when she goes to the pet store ‘Would like to see the motherfucking snakes Mrs. Jackson?’).

Wait, I got lost between parenthesi. I overheard a conversation something like “The state motto of Illinois?” “Yeah, like on the license plate.” “I dunno, maybe, Illinois, who gives a fuck?” and then the distinct sound of nasal laughter that only mouth breathers can manage.

Just off the top of my head here’s three reasons why eavesdropped dumbasses should keep a civil tongue in their heads or wherever they keep their tongues, it should be civil.

There are other reasons to like Chicago and the rest of Illinois. Like Carl Sandbergs poem;

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

Or, if you have occasion to visit, great clubs, restaurants, a history of destruction and restoration, and Chicago is where the Delta blues went when it crawled from the swamp and caught a ride north. I don’t have any reason for defending Chicago and Christ knows Chicago can defend itself, but for shits sweet and savory sake, that’s a pretty impressive list of boosters above and those were just off the top of my head. Imagine the damage I could cause if I put some work into these things.