This piece was written for the Six Sentence challenge, with the prompt word of ‘handle’.
Extracts from Bob Dylan’s ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ in italics.
I’m on the pavement, thinking about the government, the secret government of alien reptile paedophiles that rules the world, except it’s not a secret any more because Q-anon told me on their secret internet, the one that’s not controlled by the secret government of alien reptile paedophiles that rules the world.
Look out, kid, it’s somethin’ you did (God knows when) but you’re doin’ it again, writing things people disagree with and getting deleted and becoming the worst sinner of all, a living old white man.
You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows, especially when it blows out the candle of knowledge because some people prefer the black hole of ignorance (I’m looking at you, Karen).
Don’t follow leaders, watch the parkin’ meters because when the money runs out, they’ll tow you away to the nursing home of Hell.
Twenty years of schoolin’ and they put you on the day shift, making even more crap that they convince you that you need that ends up in landfill.
The well of science and rationality is running dry; the pump don’t work ’cause the vandals took the handle.
Love how you used the lyrics to make the story progress Doug 🙂
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Thanks, NNP.
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An improvement on the original!
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Thanks, Robert, but I doubt that Mr. Zimmerman would agree. 😉
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Probably not 😆
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Oh no!
It is superb, but it ain’t Bobby.
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Took all the handles, seems to me, Doug. Good Six.
Imo, a good portion of mankind has gone off the rails. Dangerously off the rails.
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.. and that light at the end of the tunnel is an oncoming train. 😉
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Nice description of the government as “alien reptile paedophiles”. I like the warning to watch the parking meters so they don’t tow you away “to the nursing home of Hell.”.
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Thanks, Frank, but that narrative is courtesy of Q-anon. 😉
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Bravo, Doug. An excellent telling and brilliant weaving of Dylan’s lyrics that shakes the lapels of the reader.
“making even more crap that they convince you that you need that ends up in landfill.” I shudder to think what we’ve buried so far, and stuff tipped into the sea.
‘The vandals took the handle’ – makes me think of the UK self-inflicted fuel fiasco at the moment.
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Thanks, TAM. The Australian satirical site The Shovel had this take on Britain’s shortages today. https://www.theshovel.com.au/2021/09/30/shortage-crisis-is-100-british-made-boris-johnson-reminds-nation-in-patriotic-speech/
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Thanks for the link, and spot on! 😂
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You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows, especially when it blows out the candle of knowledge because some people prefer the black hole of ignorance
This and the last line … is something I will not forget for long.
Thanks!
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Many thanks for re-blogging, Reena (that’s a first for me) and of course I love the fact that you found some memorable lines to appreciate.
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Thank you, Doug! It’s a wonderful piece!
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena.
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Here’s the compliment: the non-italicized lines were sung in Dylan’s voice (in my head).
Good Six, yo
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Thanks, Clark. That was part of the idea.
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A step UP from the original. Good six
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Thanks, UP, although I doubt His Bobness would agree. 😉
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You nailed it Doug! Excellent use of song lyrics.
The ‘sheep’ have already been penned. Hunting down those who resist won’t be so hard once the ‘sheep’ are transformed into hounds. 😉
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Many thanks, Susan. Not sure that I get your analogy but it sounds impressive. 🙂
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lol… ❤
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…and it’s all true, I mean you couldn’t make this stuff up!!! Great Six, Doug!
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Thanks, Chris. But of course, ‘they’ keep making it up anew every day, 😉
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Sadly so.
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks.
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What a clever way to spread the message. Well done.
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Thanks, Pat. Much appreciated. 🙂
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I love this song and I like where you went with it! Nicely done.
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Thank you, M Jay. Glad you liked it.
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A great six Doug. You took the great man’s words above and beyond.
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Thanks, Keith. Glad it gave you pleasure.
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Oh, so clever, Doug! And it’s not too late for Dylan to record your version! (not terribly interesting note: my son’s middle name is Robert and our last name is Dillon; people ask me if I named him after Bob Dylan. No, no, just after my dad!)
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Thanks, Dyanne. If I’d intended it to be sung, I would have made some attempt to make it scan and rhyme but then again His Bobness was never a stickler for that. 🙂 Re your son’s name, I don’t know if you’re familiar with the expression ‘Bob’s your uncle’, meaning ‘there you have it’ but if it was common in the US his niece’s and nephews would have a lifetime of ‘Bob’s your uncle’ to look forward to. 🙂
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Bob Dylan is smiling and squinting at you thru whatever he’s smokin’…
Fun Six, I think we’ve got a hit!
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Thanks, Liz. 🙂
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Uncle Bobby, the poet of the 20th century, has been telling us this stuff for 60 years and too few of us believed him.
Inspired piece, Doug, totally love it.
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Thanks so much, ce. Very much appreciated. As we all discover, knowing something and doing something about it don’t always align. 😉
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