Does anyone else feel the stirrings of old ghosts?
Damn, I think the peacocks have to be screeching in Woody Creek as the unquiet shadow of Hunter S. Thompson stirs from his scattered ashes. Likewise, the grinning specter of Ken Kesey is rising in the fogs of Elmira (or was he a Veneta boy? Us Eugene/Springfield natives get confused by that there section of South Springfield–wink to all my local friendz and readers….). And Ed Abbey’s bad self decides that maybe it’s time to bid farewell to his fellow buzzards deep in the desert Southwest……
Abbey, Kesey and Thompson. Damn, that could be an interesting set of commentaries on the Gingrich win in SC….or, for that matter, this entire circus of the 2012 Republican primary. Add in a backing band of Jerry Garcia, Jim Morrison and John Lennon, with Janis Joplin as lead singer…well, could be quite interesting.
But I digress.
Nonetheless, the uncanny feeling that those three Pranksters (in spirit if not formal title, save for Kesey, of course) are stirring and itching to comment on this year’s political scene isn’t going away. More in-depth commentary, including a disturbing conclusion about the Palin-Gingrich axis, later.
I’ve a date with the slopes this morning.
Who knows what uneasy shadows I’ll see walking the cold mists of morning there?
More later.
