“ Boom Boom Boom Boom, I’m gonna shoot you right down.” It was the third day of Gettysburg, July 3rd. Not a good day to twitter my love to you, thought Ernie. Martin Sheen thought the Confederate Army was immortal and could defeat anything the Yanks could stack against them. Tom Berenger disagreed, but being lower down on the food chain couldn’t change History at all. Jeff Daniels was limping badly and Nikes hadn’t been created yet. Ernie was deeply disturbed. There was far too much Banjo music being played across the battlefield. There were no left and right shoes yet. Ernie could only wish the same was true for American politics and religion. Blagojevich was in his room re-enacting the Tom Cruise scene from Risky Business and preparing a memo for prison that inmates and guards could only refer to him as Elvis, who incidentally was fond of jumpsuits. Tom Cruise wasn’t to be found, as he was joyriding in the skies with John Travolta. Ernie thought life wasn’t fair. The skies were always friendly when you were rich. .Ernie also wondered why there wasn’t a Delta Blues theme park down in Branson Missouri. It would be neat. Authentic Black people could make Mardi gras beads out of watermelon seeds. Boom Boom Boom Boom. I’m going to shoot you right down,” Ernie had a big day coming up himself. He’d gotten married on July 5th, knowing Gettysburg and Independence Day would be all over. In fact sometimes Ernie’s wife thought he was dumb like a fox, but not often.
July 3rd ,2011
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