The Institute

I CALL THIS ONE ‘HIDING FROM THE JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES’

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This work was inspired by an actual event.

Earlier today, while minding my own business, I heard the unmistakable sound of a car coming up the gravel drive. Not ever expecting any visitors I popped up from my most comfortable seat upon the famed purple couch and immediately spotted what I could see were two of Jehovah’s witnesses* in a late model Toyota intent on disrupting the solitude of my Saturday. Needless to say, without a moment to lose, I dashed out of the front room, through the kitchen (where only the night before I baked nearly 2 dozen of the most scrumptious vegan chocolate chip cookies), around the corner, up the stairs (without holding the hand rail), and into the room (sadly now all but empty) of my assistant who some time ago fled to the other side of the continent. What you see above is a representation of what I looked at for the several terrifying minutes those Witnesses spent pounding upon my front door.

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*Some will ask, “But, how did you know they were Jehovah’s Witnesses?”, to which I would answer, “Oh, you can tell, believe me, you can just tell”.

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RAMPANT

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CAUTION

The following post contains ‘bitter complaint’, ‘accusation leveling’, ‘profane language’, ‘disrespect of elders’, ‘disparaging of the young’, and a very cynical summation of the future of the human race.

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“Spreading unchecked”

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That’s my response when asked, usually by a young person, what ‘rampant’ means. No one teaches them these things anymore. I don’t know why, don’t know if it even matters. Well, that’s not true, I know it doesn’t matter to me. In fact, when someone tells me some bit of information about young folks today I usually respond with a,

“Oh, yeah? Well, fuck them”

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But, I’m getting sidetracked. What I want to talk to you about is something that is absolutely ‘spreading unchecked’, and most likely has spread right over you, and your friends without as much as a ‘pardon me’. This thing is generally known, within the circles where it’s even spoken of, as ‘Institutaphobia’.

‘Institutiphobia’, as you probably have already guessed, is bad. I mean, really bad. So bad that it makes me feel bad, and I rarely (and people who know me will swear to this) ever feel bad about anything. It is so rare that I feel bad it’s scary. Scared my Mom. Not my Dad so much, but he was drunk most the time. Come to think of it, his drinking may have been an escape from the horror of his son never feeling bad. I don’t know. Maybe. Even if that was why I don’t feel bad about it. See, I told you.

Anyway, ‘Intitutiphobia’ is more common than people know. A good measure of it is the amount of visits my site gets. One quick scan of the ‘stats’ will tell you all you need to know. There are hardly any visits! And, when I say, “hardly any”, I mean, “almost none”. This is unacceptable. In this day and age especially. Isn’t it 2017? For God’s sake I thought we’d evolved past this stubborn refusal to visit sites and mean spirited withholding of likes. I guess not. Mankind is fucked.

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STARTED ON A PAINTING TENTATIVELY TITLED, ‘THE FAT MAN’, OR MAYBE, ‘THE FAT GUY’, POSSIBLY, ‘STUDY OF AN OBESE FELLOW’, BUT, DEFINITELY NOT,’HEFTY DUDE’

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©THE PRESIDENT AND FOUNDER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED UNAUTHORIZED USE WILL BE PUNISHED

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With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance*

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“NO”!

 

I cried

and, when I cried

I cried

DEFIANTLY

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It’s how I called out upon seeing the sign at my feet, “loudly”, and, “in a manner that shows open resistance or bold disobedience”. I just refuse to bend to authority’s will even if my shoes do get a little muddy, and other patrons nearby become startled. It’s how I’m ‘wired’, I guess. Some aren’t. Maybe you’re more like me, questioning authority at every turn. I don’t know if you are, are you?

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*Norman Mailer

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AS THE ICHTHYOSAUR LAY DYING

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The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion*

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All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

-‘All You Need is Love’

Lennon/McCartney

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*Albert Einstein

THE BLIND DAUGHTER OF SHERIFF PAT GARRET WROTE THE OFFICIAL NEW MEXICO STATE SONG IN LORDSBURG. NOTHING MUCH EVER HAPPENED IN DEMING EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE TIME DAVID W. EKERT WAS PULLED OVER FOR A ‘ROLLING STOP’ AND, BECAUSE OF WHAT THE OFFICERS DESCRIBED AS “CLENCHED BUTTOCKS” THEY RETRIEVED A SEARCH WARRANT AND HAD PERFORMED UPON HIM CAVITY SEARCHES, SURGERIES AND “SEVERAL OTHER MEDICAL PROCEDURES” ONLY TO FIND NO DRUGS ON (OR IN) MR. EKERT’S PERSON

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Excerpt from ‘O Fair New Mexico’ The State of New Mexico’s official song

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Under a sky of azure, where balmy breezes blow,

Kissed by the golden sunshine, is Nuevo México.

Home of the Montezuma, with fiery hearts a glow ,

State of the deeds historic, is Nuevo México.

O fair New Mexico, we love, we love you so

Our hearts with pride o’erflow , no matter where we go,

O fair New Mexico, we love, we love you so,

The grandest state to know, New Mexico.

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The distance from Deming to Lordsburg is 59.8 miles

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LONG AGO, WHEN THE WORLD WAS YOUNG

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“But,” Iktomi said as he continued to spin his web, “in each time of life there are many forces – some good and some bad. If you listen to the good forces, they will steer you in the right direction. But, if you listen to the bad forces, they will hurt you and steer you in the wrong direction.

-‘Legend of the Dreamcatcher’

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“Lakota believe the dreamcatcher holds the destiny of their future.”

-Akta Lakota Museum & Cultural Center

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Accidents are not accidents but precise arrivals at the wrong right time*

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*Dejan Stojanovic

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