Wrath of Daisies

The Hunt Club Fire    

angry as a swarm of wasps

San Francisco, 1885  

aboard the Vanderbilt, Mare Island 

There is a wire for Miss Marguerite Lacroix.   I’m still angry as a swarm of wasps, I swear. And you, dearest Henry, taking the rail route most of the way here instead of by steamship.  Daisy was a sight for sore eyes to see.  Twenty years after the war, and she was still Dixie Daisy.  It was about the damned Hunt Club back east where the snivel-nosed brats could neither ride nor hunt.  Riding ten feet tall in her high-button shoes and still dangerous as an internal combustion engine.  She killed a man with a hatpin once.  Eyes still held the fire of battle.  Now we will see… whose fortune it will be.  We play cards. You and me. The nattering jaybirds want a war with Spain. 

Your shame should out weigh your need for the additional time it saved you. And you missed the worldly education of all those tropical ports as well as my company.  Her voice trailed off when Henry noticed the German man.  Hello deutscher.  Seems you have fallen in the house with the door.  And you Schwabisch are gobbling up the smartness with spoons.  My German is not as good as yours.  But that man is an employee of JP Morgan and works in the Navy Department.  Daisy was probably carrying a derringer somewhere. Henry wished for a cool lager beer.  But whisky will do at a time like this. Henry has a Tennessee Walker awaiting Queen Mab on Dilger’s farm.

Shenandoah Café, 2005  

Lynchburg, Virginia

“Asking me, kill them now, or later” –Pirate Jenny

So now what.  Do we still have to listen to this conspiracy theory shit when the official 911 story is just that… a conspiracy theory. It’s ground-zero for our national psychosis.  Societal anosognosia… no disease knowledge.  It is a pandemic of the mind.  Once the facts of 911 convince you… the collapses look more like what they are- controlled demolitions- oh yeah it was a terrorist attack alright.  But it had shit to do with towel headed arabs or their magic carpet biting caterwauling high butting immigrants.  Except as an excuse of course- for maintaining the clusterfuck that’s been going on since Vietnam- and that’s just the part US old fucks remember.  It took two years of intense digging. Didn’t want to believe it either.  It was just too fucking weird. 

They did this in Germany. 

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