The Faux Pas Press #138
Hobbit Nuts Sack
01 March 2012
By Jason Fresh
Hobbit Nuts Sack. "Repent," I say, "Repent for the time is nigh at hand." I have been trying to be original. I'm reading the work of J.R.R. Tolkien – of course, it is hard to read original press and look like a coolster when one out of ten can guess what your reading without seeing the cover. I suppose it is synchronicity or duplicity or singularity. Maybe The Hobbit was written for this year, for this time, for the coming of the Great and Terrible Day of the Lord. Maybe the skies will filled with twilight. Maybe the stars and heavens will circumvent the dreams we've forgotten to manifest. When a fictional character, a little man from Middle-earth has become our greatest confidant, the one to whom you tell your darkest secrets, we've got trouble with a capital “T” in River City. I wonder what Bilbo would say about our children losing touch with each other, forced into the confines of public education, forced to compete in mundane competition. Are they all suffering to serve this fucked up Pile-drive Nation State? Bilbo would say, “I wish I were back in the Shire, back in front of my own warm fire.” I'll bet there are parents in Ohio shedding their belated tears, wondering why they bought into the Darkened Insight, like knights in broken armor hellbent on chivalry, like activists holding signs for their chosen leader. Maybe they got the text message too late. Maybe they should have upgraded phone plans – hey, then maybe then they would have showed up in time for the march to freedom. Sorrow. Cursed sorrow for the loss and grateful for the message. We must let go of our mortgages. We must let go of our greed. We must take care of our bodies. We must take care of our children. We must love our neighbors. Hey, we are selling ourselves down the river – selling our own offspring. They will either make fine servants of the Pile-drive Nation State or die at the hands of the Fallen. Let us go back to the Shire. Let's sit close to our loved ones. Repent.
