After Publishing my last installment I went to the Garfield neighborhood on the Gallery Crawl. Stopping off at the various art galleries and whatever ever else you find there along Penn avenue. You know where Pittsburghers go to look at things they don't care to understand, drink PBR, and finger paints or take place in a happening titled: THE BIRTH OF MY PAIN!
Well to say the least, I passed by every art show, since everything was either the photograph of a flower or a beach landscape and I continued on until I came across this handsome looking rocking horse with a sign in the window that said JOIN US...>>> You'll never guess, comrades, what happened when I went inside. I found forty to fifty grown men and women rocking back and forth on these elaborately adorned playground rocking horses. It was magic, in unison, they moved and swayed. I tell you not even Michelangelo himself could create such unity. There was a free chair and I began to rock. But the horse would not obey. It moved left to right, right to left, never in sync with the others. Then the video turned on....
A bald man appeared on screen and explained to me how to rock. Back and forth, back to forth. I even got an awesome pair of Nike tennis shoes. I really enjoyed the meeting, they invited me back next weekend.
There are cracks in the pavement, everywhere we go, we must always keep present in our minds that nothing remains as it was. New is the most vulnerable state of being, because decadence follows new like death follows old.
Keep this in mind while I ask you to stop reading this section and click on the link next to my words.
It is that way.>>>>>>>>> or downward depending on how this damn blog formatted the video.
When you are done, please continue reading.
Are you horrified? Do you think this man belongs in prison? Helmut Eichelberger is a good man! I don't think there was an overabundance of malice in his actions, I honestly believe he as the victim of the xenophobic policy of brand switching. Many countries are beginning to switch products harmless in one country to poisons in others; to bait foreigners into committing heinous acts such as the one you have seen above.
Example 1: A Mexican man was taken into custody and deported from yet another country when he pulled out a bottle of Cajeta, and offered it to his host Argentine family. (Cajeta is the Mexican word for a Caramel-like substance made from goat's milk. Cajeta is also the Argentina word to refer to the Vagina in the pejorative. Like the C word in the UK or the V word in the US) Needless to say, his host family vomited at the table, when the jar touched the cloth. Subsequently the police were called in to investigate, and as I said he was deported. The Federal police are still unable to determine exactly how he got the Cajetas into the jar, but a dossier is set to come out at the end of month.
Example 2: An American man moved to Suriname after living in New York for fifty years. He was madly obsessed with cleanliness. Often found unconscious after fumigating his house with Raid to point that even his pet fishes were diagnosed with anoxic brain injury. The man heard that Suriname was somehow the place on Earth with the least cockroaches; so he moved. Once there and settled he went to the store and purchased a can of raid. Oddly, it took him hours to find a single can, and finally when he did, it was at a bakery not at a supermarket. He got home sprayed the entire house and went to bed. The next morning when he awoke, the floor was covered in roaches. Not dead, but live ones. He went back and he bought more, he tried again, and again there were more roaches. This continued on until one day the baker refused to sell him anymore raid. When the American was arrested, the police charged him with causing the cockroach epidemic. You see in Suriname Raid is a brand sugar glaze, comrades.
Please be sure to show your support for Helmut Eichelberger, a bank account and facebook page has been set up in his name to assist with legal fees.
