Bearing Bullshit

My mole has had the tank relocated to the school joining the road works crew who'd been moved some time earlier. Now they huddle together in the corner watching the clouds and smelling each other's farts. The road has been left a complete diaster and apart from the debushing nothing has been done about the burst main but oh! what a show. The Pomp. The Circumstance.

Our government is on a new kick- some pseudo-born again, return to old time values-family first agenda. The Moral Road is being rammed down our throats with the usual Jesus references being thrown in for flavour. The problem is this island is just too small to hide how this new found morality is being applied to our leaders' personal lives. I'm privy to enough of our government's private affairs to give me a feeling oddly similar to when you eat too much popcorn, candy and soft drink while sitting through a lousy double feature in an uncomfortable chair.

And the apathy of this country has infected me. I make my little jokes but they end with a don't-carish shug of the shoulders that says "what can I do about it?". I'm returned to grade 10 math class where we were determined to stage a much needed walk-out on Mr. McCarrell yet remained firmly seated to our chairs. All I could do was leave a dirty piece of anonymous poetry at the bell.
Solve for Y, Solve for X, I look at you and think of sex.
Sex was of course the last thing anyone would think of when it came to Mr. MC.

But I digress,

I mentioned that this place is a Circle Game. Of late these circles are getting smaller, so faster, and I'm getting dizzy. I've always had problems with motion sickness but now this queazy feeling that I'm going to hurl won't go away. And no. I'm not pregnant with child but yes I'm pregnant with bullshit and since it's the only meal around here there appears to be no hope of bearing anything but that.