A Real Revolutionist Has Nowhere to Go Back To
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#1000 Jul 20, 1992 – 1:00
Note by TK
Kyroot to :26. Those the gods would vex they tell the prices of things.
..and Kyroot said: 92080-(#)
Copyright 1992 J. M. Cox 
Whenever foreign planes would fly through his hanger this
one guy couldn’t think too good.
Although ordinary minds don’t know what’s going to happen
they have to keep guessing.
The unknown mathematics-of-man is such that when some things
go downhill he’ll imagine others have started up.
One guy says: “If looks could kill I guess I’d be
Trying to understand the nature of life using ordinary
intellectual means is like trying to comprehend the mystery of a
ball of twine by unraveling it.
Those are in torment who say they are…sort of.
A man says: “My first duty is to ‘serve-my-fellow-man’;
second is — get my tongue fixed.”
According to the legend in this one universe when the gods
want to destroy a man they start telling him what everything
First thing every morning this one man would take some
vitamins and throw them in the trash.
…then Kyroot played: “What is irony?”: Irony is the
short-sighted being surprised at the inevitable rather than THEIR
Every time something new would happen this one kid would
say, “Damn!” And his father finally said, “You should show more
receptivity to change.” So he started saying, “Oh damn!”
After prolonged sacrifice, personal thrift, and the
collecting of empty drink cans, this one man saved enough moola
to have his ability of “self-reference” surgically removed.
The leader of one society told the people: “We either rise
or sink by our limitations.” And they said: “None of us
understands that completely.” And he replied: “Neither do I and
that is why I am leading you.”
“Hey, heads up,” said one frontal lobe to a middle area,
“remember: The dense can’t be trifled with.” “And why is that?”
“Because it takes too long to make them aware they’re being
trifled with.” If things continue to go this well they’re
planning a parade later in tribute to livers, Baroque string
quartets, and 9 millimeter automatic weapons.
As they had stopped at a cross-artery some insulin said to
some testosterone: “In humans, it sure is easy for vinegar to
pass for insight as they get old.” (Then the light changed, and
off they went.)
In their desire to keep their pleasant positions, the Court
Physician, Priest, and Philosopher all got together, and gave the
king this prescription for a long and happy life of kingliness &
excellence: Recommended they: “Take drugs, sleep a lot, and be
just as angry as you want to be.” Questionable footnote:
Horatio had a brother who could scream and dance like a wild man
so they took him to the bridge.
A city spokesperson for progress prissily predicted: “In
better days, synonyms for words will have to have the same number
of letters AS the words.”
…..one man, who would neither confirm nor deny whether he was
an “ole sorehead” or not, says he doesn’t want to be around when
“progress gets here.” …(“Remember,” came the reminder, “only
the living laugh at death.”)
…..oh yeah — and one more thing: A neighbor here complains
that we turn our thinking up too loud.
A viewer (with a bit of testiness about) writes: “To me,
stupidity is more a matter of ethics and life style than it is a
condition.” (She concludes by asking if I’d care to respond.)
…and from our audience, this note also: “I have been
watching your program and I feel like you’re trying to tell me
“Boy!, it’s hard to convert someone’s secondary tastes,”
said George Jones as he put on Pavarotti’s new CD for the
visiting group of homicidal maniacs and plumbers.
In an attempt to launch a preemptive, “first-strike” form of
self-defense, this one man’s mind would periodically proclaim:
“Anemic by choice.”
As the loaf bread who’d surrendered, said to the brains
who’d given up their sun screen: “As we coast — we toast.”
Query: How can you tell if a dimensionally-limited creature is
dead? “He’ll be all dried-up, stiff and brittle.” You can tell
The real revolutionist has got nothing to go back to.
One day as they were servicing some of the elevator
machinery in a city building, the kid asked the ole man: “Do
those who live on the upper floors actually have bigger brains,
or do they just dress better and act more self confident?” And
his pop replied, “Yeah, something like that.” It’s hard to fool
the city if you’re wedded to urban life, since it’s the one that
invented ‘fooling’ to begin with.
The reason men insist on such respect being shown to human
institutions is that they made them up, and they know their
actual worth. Free Game: To be civilized you’ve gotta pretend
you’re civilized. And a viewer attends: “Should not a word for
‘justice’ be injected right here, while we note that on the other
hand the un-civilized don’t have to ‘make-believe’ at all.”
Coming out of the stadium just before the crowd this one man
said: “Having fleas won’t kill you, but it can make you wish
your family was in the exterminating business.” …Note for
those who’ve yet to turn in their seat cushions: The man’s
observation bears directly on this planet’s periodic production
of prophets, apostles, and would-be saviors.
Cities secure men and anchors keep boats sane.
Then Kyroot presented today’s version of “Made-Up Tales Not
To Be Believed Under Any Circumstances!”: This one local life
looked out over its creatures and said, “Almost all of them
assist me in one way or another (except maybe for those who think
they’re directly assisting me.”)
One observer offers us this assessment: “In the
intellectual city everybody’s an Elvis impersonator.”
Entering the cool, dark cellar, he raised his head from its
slightly inclined position, carefully opened it, deeply inhaled
the fruity aroma and declared: “I will serve no tumor before its
One man asked of his local life: “If the poor don’t have to
worry about loss — what do the dumb have to fear?” …(Then
there was this other chap who had a deal with his brain and
tongue, a double deal, in fact; one is: Not to ask anyone else
any question you wouldn’t ask yourself; and two: Never ask your
self any question that those two bozos could answer.)
No need to get all excited over a “Grand Conspiracy” —
unless, of course, they’re paying you to do it.
One guy said to the king: “I bet it can be boring being
king.” And the king replied: “You think I’d admit it?!”
Sitting alone, a rebel mused: “If men lived longer, not
wanting to think any more than they do — at least enough more to
be freed from how they now think — could actually be suicidal,
and self-defeating to life.”
Then after standing for a while this one rebel had this
notion: “The revolution is kind of like trying to keep a mirage
alive at noon in the desert, while simultaneously looking for the
makings of a good martini.”
One man would only think so far, and no further; he was an
honest man; he was a dependable man; he was a respected man —
all around quite sane and decent.
Two of a revolutionist’s most useful weapons are:
Heartbreak, and disappointment.
Those who live in the basement love their children best;
…well, they think they do — since they have so little else
to think about. Direct adrenaline for the mind: If you ever
think “you’re so smart” then ask yourself why mere single cell
beings — genes — will outlive you! One of life’s simple
pleasures and basic hobbies is reproducing — what’s yours?
…..One guy says he lives by a simple creed: “Don’t ever let
your dog lie to you.”
Three Way Conversation From The City: “man dreams from pain
— not from pleasure.” “Who said that?” “It was a poet, sir.”
“Well get his address.” “Why, sir?” “Some day I may be in the
mood for vichyssoise.”
Even those who’ve opined life to be little more than a play
in which men are forced to perform, even these still find some
scenes to be more serious and important that others.
The general feeling in limited dimensioned realities is that
all change is potentially dangerous.
To save himself from being accused of failing to ever give
direct answers (as had so many of his predecessors), this one
god, immediately upon taking charge of this new area, issued this
brief but comprehensive statement, “Yes AND no.”
The so-called “serious human problems” will never be solved
which is why they’re “serious.” Once you understand that you
understand what serious problems are.
One old grump still insists that human progress is an
illusion…but he does admit that it’s a damn impressive one.
As their reality began to effervesce, and efflorescence, this
one place had to post Visiting Hours for the cemeteries — since
no one wanted to go.
One kid concludes: “People in foreign lands speak foreign
languages just to try and keep us away.” …(Oh yeah, since
there’s a lot of empty space left on this page I want to take the
opportunity to tell everyone in our viewing audience — quite
directly and specifically that none of what is ever said on this
program is meant metaphorically or symbolically.)
Over in this one bustling city, which is truly trying to
make the maximum use of reality, you can, for only a slight
increase in your property taxes, have, thrice a week, garbage
delivered to your house. …(They say this also will apply to
libraries, retirement homes, and brain stems.) …A viewer asks:
“Does saying you don’t ‘get’ something mean you don’t want to?”
Once the king realized he would be remaining in power for a
while longer, he established a new cabinet post: The Minister Of
Another item from Kyroot’s collection of, “Unsolicited Urban
Tips”: Even knowing-what-you’re-doing is no excuse for living in
…..as long as we’re in the vicinity, here’s one in-town
rebel’s remodeling news: “Loud noises make good neighbors.” A
young boy with portable boom-box cable service asks of the show:
“Is that why no one wants to live next door to a revolutionist?”;
(Do you think the lad’s actually asking about residential
arrangements? Or perhaps about the juxtaposition of thoughts
within one’s own brain-o?!)
…..and a viewer writes: “Regarding your use of made-up words
like, ‘brain-o’ — I gotta tell you: Putting little cutesy names
on naughty parts of the body accomplishes nothing!”
“Ma Ma,” asked the kid, “are we, as ordinary humans, dumb?”
“Better, dear,” she replied, “that you think of it as us ‘being
The huge, grand-huge “Great City Conference” came to order
and the chair declared: “It is not enough that we be just
civilized!” — “Yay!”, they shouted; “We must be educated and
concerned!” — “Yay!”, they roared: “We must think about the
future and be deeply perplexed!” — “Yay!, Yay!”, they whooped:
(The meeting then broke, and they all went their separate ways to
be depressed individually and in private.) — Yay!
The local, now — the universal, tomorrow.
At floor-level, many dances seem to entail a victim; (things
look differently from the balcony.)
…..men with two left feet often want the band leader shot.
…..in an attempt to help reassure those up close, the king
said, “There, there: There’s enough blame to go around.” And
under his breath asked an aide, “There’s not really, is there?”
One kid told his younger bud: “In one way it’s real simple
to know more than other people; all you’ve got to know is to know
what they know, and then know it don’t mean anything.” …(They
then got a stick and went out to play, “Let’s Go Poke Out One Of
Many who live in the city have their mind somewhere else.
Part Two: All who live in the city have their mind somewhere
else. Part Three: What’s normal’s normal — but behind it all
the future still calls.
Since he’d heard that the Advice Doctor was out of town one
guy asked himself: “Which is the hardest to keep going: A
pretense for two, or for one?”
One man presents it to us in this manner (says he): “The
ambitious with little talent love to talk of their ancestry; most
of us love to speak of our ancestry — thus was history born and
A fellow I recently mentioned (the one who loves weekends),
has a half brother who harbors his own theory, half related to
the one his kin exposed — I mean, expressed to us last time;
well this guy’s postulate is: “Naked we’re born — stupid we
A certain old sorehead so cautioned his young son: “Not so
fast, little rose bud; I wouldn’t get too happy about it yet; a
man with multiple personalities may have to pay more taxes!”
…(Now I ask you, Ladies & Gentlemen: Has not our modern,
complicated life become, for the children, just one
disappointment after another. …[A viewer writes: “I believe
that someone on your show has a tumor!”])
The man just outside the building’s main entrance has his
theory for the day: “Pronouns are for sissies!” …(He assures
us that directness is always the best policy.) …Shortly
thereafter the Two Matching Sisters passed by, passing these
words: ”Live and learn.” “Die and learn even less.” …(It’s
being rumored that they had to replace the recently appointed
local god over in a neighboring reality; it seems he just wasn’t
able to be around “talking creatures” and keep a straight face.)
On Monday one man concluded: “The further I am from my
thoughts the better I can think them.” (Tuesday he moved to
A kid wants to know: “How come you never hear of a religion
or social theory that’s not spiteful, and mean-spirited?” And
his ole man replied, “Because no one wants to hear about ’em.”
…(And speaking on your behalf, the kid said, “Oh.”)
…and yet another progenitor’s counsel to his off-spring:
“Getting too friendly with yourself can only lead to heartbreak.”
In-yo-face reminder, if you still try to exercise in the
city: The king don’t jog.
One man found people living in his brain; but soon
discovered chemicals that would drive them out.
The mayor’s brother told him: “I sometimes think the dead
are laughing at us from the safety of their graves.” (And
although he could not prove this, parts of the city still slept
uneasy that night.)
Another hint to rebels from Kyroot: Rage, alone in the
woods, deserves a better name.
Many ask “why?” to keep from finding out why.
Here’s another item related to this kind of activity that’s
not quite exciting enough for most people: There is no such
thing as a “revolutionist.” …(Or maybe I’m wrong — maybe that
one’s too exciting?!?!…)
Standing atop the mountain he’d discovered, he looked out on
the world and to it said: “I know that you’re thirsty and will
one day drink my blood, but it will not be today; or if it is
today — there is still a part of me that you will never get.”
(They then sat down together and had a good chuckle.)
A viewer asks: “If man is so great then why does he so
often proclaim himself otherwise?” Sir, what less would you
expect from greatness!