……I was born in Oklahoma where the wind goes whipping down the plain…but I felt there was nothing there that smelled so sweet, other than the wind of opportunity that blew from West to East: the opportunity of movement pointing to get the hell away. I always felt that there had been some kharmic mistake and that I was really from Huntington Beach…but alas…I was Sooner born and Sooner bred…but I knew I would not be Sooner dead. There was something really creepy about the place…embarrassment hung in the air…to this day, I believe it was all the bad press that Okies got when fleeing the Dust Bowl. But quite frankly, the Dust Bowl of the Mind has never vacated Oklahoma. More to the point…it is the vacancy in the minds of many people who inhabit that State…that forced my escape…I was out of there at 19 and have probably been back maybe a dozen times over the years…which brings me to R. Santorum…the Jerk- off of all Jerk-offs…the main enchilada of the 17th Century plate of bile that this man inhabits…and tonight I learned that he won the Republican Vote in Oklahoma…forcing me to write this blog entry….I shake my head…I shake my head…and I bow down to that child in me that knew he had to go elsewhere…and that….I have done…I can observe from time to time from a far off vantage point…I shake my head…..I shake my head……The Dust Bowl of the Mind…….
A-men, bruddah…A-men…