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THE XEROIC RESPONSE TO FEAR

THE XEROIC RESPONSE TO FEAR
(A conversation between Xero Aticus
and the Psychedelic Toad.)
Lee Broom

 

PSYCHO: So tell me XERO, what is it that you fear the most?

XERO: Nada, zilch, double zilch.

PSYCHO: What rhymes with zilch?

XERO: You’re changing the subject.

PSYCHO: It’s my subject. It was I who asked you what you fear; it                                 was I who asked you what rhymes with zilch. The answer                           is filch, which I believe is a word for theft, which is what                               you are doing when you beat around the bush.; you’re                                 stealing your own identity…
So tell me; what are the four things you fear the most?

XERO: Why four?

PSYCHO:(Silence.)

XERO: Okay, okay.

PSYCHO: (Silence)

XERO: Four things?

PSYCHO: (Silence.)

XERO: Okay I’ve got it.

PSYCHO: Ribbet

XERO: Toads don’t say “ribbet”; that’s the language of frogs.

PSYCHO: So…

XERO:  The four things are…

PSYCHO: (Silence)

XERO: Baptists, Muslims, Republicans and Democrats.

PSYCHO: Libertarians?

XERO: Them too.

PSYCHO:  Librarians?

XERO: Not afraid of Librarians.

PSYCHO: Why is that, XERO?

XERO: It’s okay with them if I think.

PSYCHO: Aren’t you a Lutheran?

XERO: I am.

PSYCHO: Why’s that?

XERO: Martin Luther was a Librarian in his spare time.

PSYCHO: Really?

XERO: Really.

 

Curious Abner and The mysterious, Psychedelic Toad discuss Fear and spacedust

 

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Toad: So tell me Abner, what is it that you fear the most?

Abner: Nada, zilch, double zilch.

Toad: What rhymes with zilch?

Abner: You’re changing the subject.

Toad: It’s my subject. It was I who asked you what you fear; it was I who asked you what rhymes with zilch. The answer is filch, which I believe is a word for theft, which is what you are doing when you beat around the bush.; you’re stealing your own identity.

So tell me; what are the four things you fear the most?

Abner: Why four?

Toad: (Silence.)

Abner: Okay, okay.

Toad: (Silence)

Abner: Four things?

Toad: (Silence.)

Abner: Okay I’ve got it.

Toad: Ribbet

Abner: Toads don’t say “ribbet”; that’s the language of frogs.

Toad: So…

Abner:  The four things are…

Toad: (Silence)

Abner: Baptists, Muslims, Republicans and Democrats.

Toad:  Libertarians?

Abner: Them too.

Toad:  Librarians?

Abner: Not afraid of Librarians.

Toad: Why is that, Abner?

Abner: It’s okay with them if I think.

Toad: Aren’t you a Lutheran?

Abner: I am.

Toad: Why’s that?

Abner: Martin Luther was a Librarian in his spare time.

Toad: Really?

Abner: Really.

 

FILL ‘ER UP PLEASE…HIGH OCTANE (AKA DREAD)

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DREAD…
seeks to confirm the collection of years, yea decades
of affirmation, begun by that first awareness,
which led to the first thought
became  the first ought
bought (by few) and
blithely ignored by most.

The host mans its post
of the yet – to – be ghost
and marks territory.

(Deliberate Ascension, the construction of prayers beseeching the Favor of Forever succeeds only in yielding a Black Hole. On the other hand Forgiveness is the Face of Unconditional Love. DREAD not and do the Next Thing.)

 

THE INTERVIEW

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THE INTERVIEW

I have always had a variety of getaway Eden locations; they’re scattered about the globe and the list has grown over the years. One of my Edens is AJ’s Fine Foods in Arcadia. Once a week I visit their bakery, drink their coffee, park myself in a huge overstuffed club chair near the floral department and seek solutions to  my favorite crossword puzzle.

Today I arrived on my French (Chinese built) Motobecane bicycle, discovering upon arrival that I’d forgotten my U Bolt.

I left this somewhat expensive two-wheeled conveyance near the entrance, bought a cookie, bought  a coffee, bought a paper with a puzzle and repaired to the patio; no charge for yesterday’s news and the coffee was better than Starbucks.

It was 1:00 P.M; I looked around for an outdoor table in the shade and seated myself near the veiled “COMING SOON” window  of a new store under construction and focused for a few seconds on my unlocked bicycle a few feet away.

As I penned in the word “circumference” I heard two youngish female voices approaching. Suddenly the chattier of the two remarked as though suddenly encountering an erection, “what do we have here?” And in they went.

“Excuse me” she addressed the foreman, “Excuse me sir, may we watch you work for a minute?” I could hear the crew boss’ initial displeasure morph to a new awareness as his impatient demeanor suddenly adapted to the situation at hand.

“C’mon in”. In response to the inquiries The man in the hard hat told them what he could about the store  which would soon be ready for business. I  could hear construction sounds whir to a stop and the F bombs replaced with smiles that could be heard for blocks.

I took notes and planned THE INTERVIEW,

Inspired, I wrote in the scrambled shorthand of the demented, realizing too late that I only had time for a smile and a nod as the two lovely females passed before me to enter AJ’s. I continued to write.

Now in case you are thinking that I was motivated with the usual male madness so prevalent in the spring time, allow me to draw attention to the fact that it is autumn not only for those who rake leaves but for people like the one who greeted me in the mirror this morning, the guy with the thinning, gray hair and crinkly eyes reminding me that winter is near.

No, one of these statuesque young ladies  was going to be questioned by a curious, aging writer who wondered why the taller of the two reminded him of his father.

And here they came, each with a pastry and a coffee… “Excuse me” I smiled and stood. Would you like to join me? My name is Lee Broom, I am a writer and I would like to conduct an interview if that’ okay with you.

I was looking into the eyes of a six-foot one inch persona whose blue (no green, no grey) orbs revealed that she had few secrets. As they seated themselves  the tall Iman-ish one started; Are you a reporter? A blogger? A playwright? A talk show host?  Five minutes later the inquisitive one apologized for her carpe diem moment, returned the gavel and paused. I didn’t mean to switch roles; let THE INTERVIEW begin.”

“Actually”, I replied, “you told me a lot about your self; you’re a model, I have seen you on the cover of Elle, you are inquisitive, you gather your own information and are surprisingly tolerant of those whose goals in life are to mimic the more popular of their friends. You set standards but only as a default because your purpose in life is to improve it. My name again is Lee Broom and I handed her my card and exchanged smiles with both ladies and stood.

Hand shakes. No hugs.

I watched them walk away. A gust of cool, wintry air blew across my cheeks.

 

BULLIES AND THEIR VICTIMS (ATLAPIO)

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Bullies are not always what they seem to be. They can be noisy and threatening – that’s to be expected. But often they are quiet; the Extortionist for example…“I’ll tell, unless”…

Sometimes the threat does not even have to be voiced.

The victim often pretends not to hear and tolerates the threats. But sooner or later the bully needs to reign in their victim to test their controls.  Perhaps a gift is involved. And the victim says “Thank you” and soon after comes the quiet threat… “Don’t complain or I’ll tell”…

At some point the victim reaches their tolerance threshold and they do in fact, complain; the accumulation of taunts and threats has had its toll and the victim cries out. “Stop it”. That cry is often quite loud and the victim sounds like a bully.

Meanwhile, the real bully tells those whose judgment will follow “See, I told you so” and to the victim “You brought it on yourself.” And the victim becomes compliant in a quiet attempt to repair the damage and becomes yet more of a victim and the bully plans the next move.

I’m talking about a problem that is familiar to many, if not most families. But the bully pulpit exists also in government, industry and society in general.

In families the bully and the victim each lose their feeling of safety. It is that search for safety that motivates us; we wrestle for pecking order; governments raise taxes often creating more problems than were meant to be solved; industry raises prices and lose business which results in cutting costs and with it, jobs and quality of goods; our search for safety included getting the best possible education in order to get the best possible job and the world went into a recession and we lost our pecking order. We looked around to note when the feathers quit flying and we began again, this time in a call center for minimum wage. And people came out of their cubicles and out onto the streets shouting “Stop it” and the Victim “became” the Bully.

Those of us who include ourselves in this drama seldom notice that the solution was always right in plain sight.

Ignore the bully.

Accept the Love and pass it on…

First to the bully…

Then to the mirror…

And then to society at large…

ATLAPIO…

Accept the Love and pass it on.

The Line Lemmus lemmus

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Lemmus lemmus Wikipedia

Lemmings are small rodents, usually found in or near the Arctic, in tundra biomes. They are subniveal animals, and together with voles and muskrats, they make up the subfamily Arvicolinae(also known as Microtinae), which forms part of the largest mammal radiation by far, the super family Muroidea, which also includes ratsmicehamsters, and gerbils. Lemmus lemmus Wikipedia.

There are two sides to this story.
But only if all one wants is to know  whether the story is true.

 

“It was an unseasonably spring-like day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to the day.” THE LINE by Lee Broom.

 THE LINE (Lemmus lemmus)

The lemmings had a meeting.

Since it was their custom to stand in line when socializing, this was as in previous attempts, a difficult meeting.

This was not the first time the lemmings had tried to get together, oh no.

The meetings thus far had started well but the farther toward the front of the line that one was stationed, the more difficult it became to hear the speaker who was according to tradition, stationed at the rear.

If this sounds odd it is because the land occupied by the lemmings was very narrow and had only two known directions, East and West. And for reasons long since forgotten, interraction between the lemmings always began with the most Eastern lemming.

On the west end was a cliff which was known only to the first in line and because their narrow strip of land was clouded by a dense fog bank, this knowledge was unknown even to lemming number one until after having stumbled into space, below which was a bottomless abyss.

The lemmings nearest the cliff now possessed a tiny bit of new knowledge. They had heard the lemming that fell, utter the words “Oh shit.”

This little handful of lemmings was now in possession of new information as had been others before them. And though the same bit of new information was known only to a few and because this group of “a few” replaced mostly only themselves, the rest of the group knew little of what lay ahead, though occasionally the knowledge of “Oh shit” was passed on to one more lemming.

Eventually, after many eons and many “Oh shits”, this knowledge reached the back of the line.

“We must have a meeting” stated the last lemming. “We must have a meeting now.”  This lemming was a very unusual lemming; he was a lemming with ideas.

“Everyone tell the person in front of them to turn around.” He ordered and they did.

“Okay” he said; “now everyone follow me.” and they did that also.

And so it was, that this last lemming, who was busy inventing the Circle walked first to the right and then back left and moved forward toward the front of the line. Though he could not see his brothers and sisters, he could hear them and he mentally patted himself on his skinny rodent back.

“I am inventing a circle. This has never been done before. Soon we can have ourselves a meeting. Oh shit.”