Plan B? …The Audacity of the Mind Fr**ck

At some point. One must declare intentions. Their intentions Wouldn’t you agree… The color-blind or rainbow intentions.

Folks are weary. Folks are tired. Of your belief in you, their belief in you, and that they factually idolized you. Really, what they had hoped for, prayed for (although, it was never really declared by you) who or if you prayed. For or to a

God.

Out of respect for who I thought you may become, to represent the whole people. By the people. For the people. I took my time to read your words, your thoughts. I read the first one, the first Audacity. You know. You may remember. The one of hope. The one of change. I respected a bit of the copy. I was left feeling confused about some of the copy. I was left feeling a void about what the hope of accomplishment was to be. For all men are created equal. In the eyes of our creator. In the eyes of God.

In God We Trust.

But then again. You never did declare. Never really declared. Confidently. Assuredly. Boldly. Audaciously. So I was confused. As to whether you liked me or not. Perhaps I was too naive. The wrong color. Perhaps you were too smart. For me. Perhaps I, too naive for you.

Next to my Bible. To remind me of words. Of God’s words, I also keep another book. A dictionary near. A dictionary of meanings of words. So I can know what you meant. About hope. About “change”.

I do listen. I do pay attention…..Someone close to you said you wanted to “Change the conversation”. Is this the audacity, is this the what that you meant.

Or was someone speaking for you?

Just wonderin’.

So I did what someone who seeks to understand does.

I questioned you, what you said, what your actions said.

Did you know?

Actions speak louder than words?

I am guessing you do and you largely rely on this.

To challenge. Yes. I do have the audacity to challenge you freedomly speakingly, as well as still spiritually.

Where am I going with this…….

I looked it up.

In the good book.

In the other book some consider boring.

Audacity. Intrepid boldness. Brass. Gall. Cheekiness. Temerity. Nerve.

The other word…fr*ck.

No. No. No. Shame on you. Not that word that begins with F and ends in “uck”. I do hope kids have the audacity to read this short story.

Fr*ck. As in Frack.

Perhaps you need an eye exam. If your insurance plan covers it.

Frack. The injection of fluid. Into shale beds at high pressure in order to free up resources….petroleum resources such as oil or natural gas……Dove will have some thing to say about this….however, perhaps that is not a concern of yours…..your people.

Fracking. A technique in which a liquid is injected under high pressure into a well in order to create tiny fissures in the rock deep beneath the earth which then allow gas and oil to flow into the well.

Fluid. Glorious fluid. Except when it is on the brain. And as some of your plans may already know. Through gaming the system and gaining the function. At the expense and privacy of some at the expense of a few. This is not a good thing. Fluid on the brain. Perhaps that was a function of your plan. To allow some to exist with much fluid. And others to exist with little or less fluid.

Depending on their situation.

Is that when the conversation became color coded? Began the audaciousness of change?

Just wonderin’

Because I did not take that class. The coding class. The color coding class. I did not think I had to, was required to. But I believe the Union of you all began to think that I should.. Become more woke.

Which I might offer to you—whatever it may or was or will be worth to you, is that I am and always have been awake. And I have the audacity to call you on your mis perceptions.

Because although it has been a rush in your life, what with presidencing and all. Why did you see the representatives as the enemy? As the enemy of you. As the enemy of me. In k thru young adulthood hood we are taught it is not good to have enemies. Not good to declare war on another person, persons. Why?

To keep the peace. Keep. The. Peace.

Keep.

The.

Peace.

So. I respectfully ask: Was the plan all along to mess with the collective mind? To frack into the minds of the people and drive them out of it?

Out of their minds.

And then. Take it from there?

And then. Come to their rescue? The American Rescue. The Rescue Rescue. The Plan. So they will believe you all along worked on their behalf after having used them on your behalf? “Had” their bests interests in mind.

Isn’t that the job, the due diligence job of a good lawyer? A good attorney. Or. Am I just too darn naive.

Rather clever.

Smart?

Not sure.

I have to look up the word.

I will consult the Good Book. To make sense. Common sense for the audacity of what has become life for many. In the Good Book, there are words, and words and words. Of interpretation, of insight, of stories. But. Very little, if any judgment. They were too busy trying to survive in order to eat. In order to live. And yet. They still found time to share, honest debates, honest ideas. For the betterment of all, and not just a few of them. And not just to make a point. To make their point.

The Audacity of Them. Of their thinking. Of their words. Of their actions. Did I mention. I have no idea what they “looked like”.

Do you?

Just wonderin’.

So. As we delve deep into the minds of one another. And attempt, repeatedly attempt to use it as a weapon against them, a weapon of their mass destruction.

Will you please admit. Will you please declare. That a war on humanity is really what you had in mind. When you were chosen. The chosen one to bring the least of the people to the best of the people.

I gotta say, audaciously.

I don’t think it worked well.

And.

Now we are all here.

How do you feel about that. About it all?

Just wonderin’.