In Cold Blood. For a silver coin that rolled under the girl’s bed. Each victim’s life was worth 10 dollars plus a few possession e.g. portable radio and binocular. That was before my time. Truman Capote’s “true crime” genre. KC. Dorothy’s land. So goodbye yellow brick road.
Soon, it is my kids’ times: all things digital i.e. no more rolling under the bed. To rob, they would need a password. To guess, they would need the help of super duper strong computer. To profile us, to analyze us, to “know” us better than we do ourselves.
Oh well. Glad to be of service. To exist. To be known better than we know ourselves. BTW, that community near Kansas City – while waiting for the I.D. and capture of the bad guys, all blamed themselves. Suspicion. Doubt. And mistrust.
Aren’t these things human nature. When no one else is to be blamed, we turn it inward. Community. What a word for group exploit. In the 60’s, they tried and failed. The old Soviet model fell flat. All boiled down to how much grain and gun. The supply chain. The reaction and counter-reaction. People of the First World War would never in a long shot thought of their war as numerically First in a series.
Now we took it for granted: WWII, and the threat of what’s next. Bang, bang. We assure Ukraine, we assure Israel, we assure EU, Asia, South Asia, China, Australia so on and so forth. Assurance. If we can keep track of them in the first place. Then the next administration, with altered policies and changed heart (Santos in charge?).
People got killed. In cold blood. Softly. Swiftly. Betrayed with a few silver coins. Bit coins.
Testifying. Star witness and stardom. Silver screen and silver dollars. Tell all. Hardback then paperback, then screen play, then silver screen, then streaming and red box. Finally, like Clint Eastwood’s collection, all in a box. Wrapped up for Christmas, under a tree, where hardly one finds the old silver dollar, all shinny and round-shaped.
It’s Autumn somewhere, in New York, Paris and London. It’s Hellfire by Hamas, artillery and ammunition. Amassed and shot for amusement. Human lives are at stake. Cheap. In Cold Blood. For a mere $10 per head. Let’s do an article on it. No, a book. Then a screenplay. A movie, streamed for convenience and consumption, paid for by bitcoin and not silver coin. To feel scared as preluded to Halloween. The thing about money and murder is that they change form, but not function. Silver coin or bitcoin. Doesn’t make a difference. It’s in the nature of the human beast to kill, to amass property (however trivial) and to show off for Likes and recognition: “Look, look…my trophy wife, in her fur coat”. How about your wife, who does the heavy lifting, with poor manicure.
Told you. Gotta live a little bit. He who gives never receives in return. Trust me. There is no karma.
Or else, we wouldn’t have the Judas of this world. Thou shall not kill. Right! Death tool still rising, the last time I looked. At times, on the cheap, with AI help to compute today’s exchange rates from Silver coin to Bitcoin.
Thang Nguyen 555 