RAYMOND ‘RAY’ MAIER
GAP TOOTHED VIRGINIAN
DELINEATOR OF AMERICAN LORE.
and FIGHTER OF THE GOOD FIGHT.
or AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYING FOR.
I’m a Mess
I’m a mess. As a long term chemo geek, I was subjected to “side effects.” And in the course of things, other indispositions manifested themselves. Some might get fixed. Some I’ll live with. Or this, many of you know just what I’m talking about.
Still, there are one or two I feel like making an issue of. I was an illustrator who concentrated with sharpened drawing on a certain textured board. This went out with the clouded vision. There have been many other ocular hitches. But I’m here to tell you though I can’t see jack, I can still render a gal landing a giant trout.
I get a call.
The Uncle Sam of my Flickr site was a character out of sorts with the 21st Century, hitching with a junkie’s face on a freeway ramp, not a pot to piss in, etc. These Sams were fragment in the parcel of my political bestiary, a part of the schtick.
When he started showing up in promotional emails, he’d sort of gotten an attitude. A rickety minute man, welding an ax like his creator sure didn’t know how. Brooding over what can only be an antique ballot box. Sleeping on his feet as two demons dressed in lobbyist finery pick his pocket. In his tottering way the old man had “got busy.”
Like a threadbare ghost that showed up to wander your home, did the sum bitch call out to me? I guess he did. But wait, something new was going on. The old man had grown some chops. He sports the mask of the mandate. He’ll arm wrassle you about it. No more visitation. This is genuine, good old fashioned propaganda.
