Outlaw Express

Big Bad Ben's To Hell & Back


The scourge of the North American Continent & traveling den of iniquity where both saints & sinners alike, black hats and white hats together, scraped the meat off the bones of those we ideologically demonized & sociologically cannibalized. The Black Hole destination predestined to provide those of us who succumbed to its "event horizon" with the kind of "Sea Change" we could never have anticipated, not even in our wildest imaginings. A lost "Back To The Future Frontier" where I, a relatively moral albeit psychologically skewed Catholic girl with a quasi convent upbringing engaged in the scandalously lucrative, sexually oriented "Dark Room Scam." A scintillating rip off scenario which was to earn me more hard cash in one month than any legitimate enterprise ever earned me in a month of Sundays. Before or since. The salacious bait and switch schemata for which no one ever demanded an apology or their money back and for which there was never an iota of controversy over my use of a mysterious methodology previously unknown to those with sawdust in their veins.

The latter a veritable miracle given The Bad Blood Brou Ha Ha & Blow Back Effect of my former ill fated attempt to initiate change via a new fangled artistry I had acquired on The Black Market Of The Big Apple Babylon. A city in which I, in a previous idyllic incarnation, prior to my excommunication from a family fold of Sawdust & Spangled Cultural Maximizers, had never ventured any further from than The Old Madison Square Garden & a former dated & decaying Belvedere Hotel.

New York City was the concrete jungle where our exotic gemeinschaft culture annually made a stand with The Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey Circus. That was before my extended family of highly prolific circus performers increased in such numbers that we had little choice but to create our own family circus. Even The Greatest Show On Earth was finding it difficult to accommodate the growing population of The Great Corliani Clan. Nevertheless, no matter how big our extended family became or how far we traveled -- I always felt cramped by the constraints of the quaint and exotic world into which I had been born. A clannish culture I strained against and was restless to explore beyond. Like the old Cuban Curmudgeon in the movie "The Perez Family" I was always climbing to the top of things in an effort to see above ground level to some utopian vision I imagined in the far off horizon.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but thanks to the nine lives I inherited from my daredevil of an aerialist mother who, like some airborn feline charmer imbued with magical powers -- no matter how many times she & the trapeze from which she was suspended high above the center ring parted company, except for a minimum of isolated mishaps, she always managed to defy the laws of gravity & land safely on her feet. Like her, I too apparently had what it took to survive my need to explore dangerous alternate dimensions and the real or imagined foes with whom I would eventually be confronted. What I didn't have was an ounce of common sense with which to deal with that "aha moment" of realization that we were not the only life form that existed on the planet. There were "The Others". That contingent of crass and obtuse aliens that we regarded as a "Secondary Species." The Sub Division Sickos" who couldn't see the forrest for the trees. The dangerous "Gajo's" and "Contrastis" who inevitably posed a threat to us because of their own tunnel visioned perspective of the "hamster wheel of life." A nose to the grindstone value system which inevitably required the selling of their souls to "The Company Store." Or in todays modern lexicon "The Multinational Corporation" --- Or for that matter, any powerful collective entity or individual who, for profit or gain engages in an abuse of power that reduces the quality of life of other sentient beings by either turning them into slave like drones or products for consumption. Institutionalized crime that hides in plain site behind the paternalistic concept of "business as usual". Monsters of efficiency maintaining a self rightous posture of good citizenship, solvency & business acumen while their crimes against humanity & cruel methodologies fall below the radar of human consciousness. That is, to all but those who strain to survive beneath the crushing weight of their moral schizophrenia. But, what you may ask does a " FLY BY NIGHT GYPSY" from the "Center Ring" of a traveling "Circus" have to do with such weighty matters? To which I would respond that it was the "Gypsies" not the "Jews" who attempted to bring the IBM Corporation to account for their involvement and participation in the Holocaust. Check www.edwinblack.com Next to the Jews, the Gypsies were the largest human population to be exterminated in the Nazi ovens.

But none of us are innocent or can point the finger of accusation at the evolution of this perverse phenomenon of the all powerful corporation. It is a dirty business in which we have all knowingly or unknowingly participated & consciously or unconsciously supported as perpetrators, co conspirators, bystanders or acquiesant victims. A condition not unique to any culture, country or political system. It simply is -- to a greater or lesser extent -- "The Rotten Way That It Is," with the exception that in larger & more complex societies & more technologically driven bureaucracies -- the crime is compounded in spades. A runaway numbers racket with human lives at stake & no holds barred because the bigger and more complicated something is, the more that something can go wrong. Like a monstrous stampeding Jurrasic Predator -- the harder it is to stop. Might doesn't make right but absolute power corrupts absolutely. And if you doubt that unrestrained power consider the following ... In this time of a potential looming pandemic -- it's easier to "Put Lipstick On A Pig" & change the name of "Swine Flu" to the H1 N1 virus than it was for Sanjay Gupta to get The Smithfield Multinational Corporation to open the doors to their pig factory farm in Mexico for inspection. Never mind that local Mexican villagers where the largest cluster of "Swine Flu" victims were located, believe that's where the "Swine Flu" started. If in fact that's true -- Smithfield's alledged dirty little secret is apparently safe. But even if it has no basis in fact -- the dirty little secret of the cruel, cramped, concentration camp like facilty where live animals are kept to suffer in inhumane, unsanitary conditions and polluted stale air, in which a creature as intelligent and sensitive as a dog has to live and breath the entirety of its life on most profit driven factory pig farms -- is true. And if it wasn't, why would Smithfield refuse anyone let alone Dr, Sanjay Gupta, in a perilous time of ongoing contagion, the right to inspect?? So enjoy your next ham sandwhich and BLT SUCKER! It may have come at a great cost to us all.

It's not a matter of whether to eat meat or not to eat meat. That's a matter of personal choice. If you're into eating something with a face that can make eye contact with you -- well -- that's your problem. What's at issue here is that until a sentient being winds up on your dinner plate -- for the benefit of all concerned, that creature should be afforded the most humane, sanitary, and ideal living conditions possible. To do otherwise is madness as it invites the lowering of their immune system, opens them up to disease and provides a favorable environment for the proliforation of plagues. After all, the first victims of THE SWINE FLU were the pigs themselves!!! As we now know animal viruses can transfer to humans. Hiding out in Mexico beyond the reach of US inspectors does not obsolve Smithfield or any other animal based factory farm wherever located of the obligation for transparency because the plagues themselves do not recognize borders .. it's an equal opportunity airborne menace that threatens us all.

To make another painful analogy as to how "the company store" allegedly has a propensity to treat humans like pigs as a result of the abuse of power -- consider this also --
one shudders to think during these times of economic stress & joblessness what kind of emotional, psychological, physical stress & abuse is being endured by those in a life and death struggle to keep a roof over their heads & maintain their jobs. Once having lost both they have no choice but to summon the gumption to "cowboy up" and start from scratch in what has for the most part become a waste land in terms of opportunity. "THE AMERICAN DREAM ON LIFE SUPPORT."

But here's the rub...

Societies dramatic upheavals, rather than allowing the cream to rise to the top, ironically most often has a way of elevating "human garbage" to positions of authority where these empowered ignoramuses & slave driving dirt bags lord it over anyone or anything they perceive to be at their mercy & powerless to stop them!

One situation that particularly relates to "putting lipstick on a pig" is a certain strident & obnoxious cracker bitch, who acts like the whip cracking overseer of her own slave plantation. A veritable sweat shop if ever there was one with the chain gang mentality of "Cool Hand Luke" where every supposed infraction of the rules ( such as actually taking time to eat lunch and daring to respond when nature calls) is perceived as "a failure of communication." A Hell Hole I would really like to expose and blow the whistle on. However, given the lousy life expectancy of "whistle blowers" these days, & given my new found appreciation for those of the outlaw persuasion and the crisp and concise manner in which they dispense with red tape --- against the better angels of my nature -- I would really prefer to deal with her in the old fashioned way. Get right to the point. Look her straight in the eye. Then ask this MISERABLE MOTHER FUCKING, COCK SUCKER OF A GAJO CUNT TO _____ "SAY HALLO TO MY LEETLE FRIEND" !!!!!


The above is obviously a picture of dysfunction, disillusion & desperation which is starting to emerge despite occasional misspelled words, gross grammatical failings & various & sundry capital letters sprinkled throughout for no apparent literary purpose. Besides which, like Bonnie, of "Bonnie & Clyde" fame, who according to Big Bad Ben was an even more incompetent outlaw than I was --- I too have an obsessive fetish for lacing words with "quotation marks". In terms of identifying outlaw traits, apart from "wasting" the occasional unlucky pedestrian that got in the way of this gun totin DIVA, she loved writing "punctuated poetry" & posing for suggestive pictures. Cheesecake so to speak. Traits which I have the unfortunate propensity to share. As you might expect, the cheesecake got in the newspapers --- the poetry didn't. Even for incompetent "KILLER DILLER'S," female body parts have far more commercial value than their creative input. Suffice it to say her face did not appear on Supreme Court Justice Nominee Sonia Sotomayor's "Umbrella Of Famous Female Authors" despite the fact that Bonnie "The Literary Killer Diller" was the archetypical prototype of what passed for a media celebrity in the good ole days. Way back when, it was incumbent on a so called celebrity to make some kind of contribution to society -- apart from just being famous --- for being famous. The quality of contribution didn't really matter --- as long as it sold newspapers!!!! She too had a propensity for going postal and letting loose with language I'm sure the nuns at the academy would find highly offensive. All that not withstanding, what could "The Outlaws Dumb & Dumber" not only decades apart but at the cultural opposite ends of the "Stick Em Up Spectrum" have had so much in common as to drive them to make their forceful albeit stupid stand against the establishment? The answer is simple -- she had no place else to go and neither did I.

"Colony Collapse Disorder" doesn't only happen to BEES --- but to people as well, when the structures upon which they depend for life and living are in such disarray and so discombobulated that you can't see through the polluted mist to that window of opportunity where -- supposedly there's a place for you. As it says in the BIBLE --- "Without Vision The People Perish." The perfect storm and opportune breeding grounds for unrepentant oppositional systems busters like myself who wound up as "road kill" as opposed to "The Queen Of The Circus" my "Great Expectations" and distinguished Big Top Ancestry fated me to be. After all -- what else could a Gypsy from the Center Ring of a traveling Circus with the name "Marie Antoinette" legitimately aspire to be?

The fact is, I got my head cut off at the pass long before my main event ever had a chance to get off the ground! And it wasn't by Al Qaeda either. It was this "Unkindest Cut Of All" that set me on the "Road To Perdition" and the Lawless Looney Tune Lifestyle of Bonnie & Clyde.