General consensus slid through the crowd un-noticed until the last.....he glanced around at the wondering faces and passed a little gas. He stepped to the podium and puffed out his chest....he paused for effect...he needed some rest.....but matters had to be settled.
(Major Malfunction saluted his host...and then picked up Angel who looked like a ghost and left for the coast. The audience rumbled, expectant, impatient, excited and wild. Weathered & rumpled, raw & reviled. Unknowing, unknown, the Salt Of The Earth, they wriggled & writhed for all they were worth)
With Major Malfunction out of the way the general felt more assured. He smirked at all his followers waiting for the word. The Sargent at arms was calling for silence & wrestling with his gun. Private Concern pulled up in a limo that was painted like the sun.
The junkyard orchestra started to play....
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At last......The General spoke........."Friends and roaming countrymen, lend me your ears.....feed me your fears, and lend me a twenty 'till payday!"....He began, warming to the task.....the crowd murmured appreciatively.............no longer bored...
"I would gladly pay you Tuesday..." he whispered ...."FOR A HAMBURGER TODAY" they roared. "Money don't get everything, its true" he continued.."WHAT IT DON"T GET I CAN USE!!! they enthused. "YABBA" he screamed. "DABBA DOOOOOO!" they answered.
"The thunder roared, the lightning flashed, a tree fell and a frog got smashed".......(Henry Gibson)
General Consensus looked out at the crowd where the joy resembled violence. He cleared his throat with a loud "harrumph!" and waited for the silence. "The only thing we have to fear going forward is turning back", he exclaimed. "Yakkity-Yak!" he bellowed "DON'T TALK BACK!!!" They roared, dancing in what used to be a street.
By silky degrees it started to freeze & the crowd was all a-fidget.
The General played his trump card..................."Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys & Girls, and those who just don't know......Now's the time to pay your dues and watch your savings grow! I never kept a dollar past sunset....it always burns a hole in my pants".....he intoned to the delight of the crowd......."We have never seen a dollar", everyone thought..but no one said it aloud.
At last the sun began to rise blinding all unseeing eyes.
"Ring my friend I said you'd call......."
General consensus held up his hands & a hush fell over the crowd........"GAGA" He bleated, "GAGA" they bowed.
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