Norton Air Force Base, San Bernardino, California…. The earliest staging of some 23 years in those earliest Mojave Desert speed of sound jet service as the Group Intelligence officer for the Air Force Reserve, Canoga Park, California, off Sherman Way and Steering, during the Cuban crisis, Krushchevsteering missiles toward Havana..
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“Everybody is being tested. I don’t care who the hell they are. What role on our stage, they are playing out,” said General Paul McGuire, the World War 2 Korea San Bernardino in a Brooklyn Armory during World War 2, and part of the Military jury duding Humphrey Bogart’s “ Queeg Court Martial”.
The scenario’s relevance six decades ago is the terror of alignment of post war indigent groups to kill maim sabotage the once staid American way of life, similar to the Isis bred Parismassacres, murderous rampage on soft targets…soccer stadium,music hall, sidewalk cafes, Kosher grocery store and a satirical magazine….
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Home grown radical brain washing of young naïve human beings tempted but into a murderous cult in the Arabian Desert to alter change the cactus of the San Bernardino turf by assault long rifles, machine guns, pipe bombs and the element of surprise ….
But the metamorphosis of their murderous cult is not as in Humphrey Bogart’s own “Cain Mutiny” and inquisition of Fred Mac Murray or Van Johnson , stealing strawberries from the ship’s pantry.
Bogy’s metamorphosis into STEALING THEIR SOULS.
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Young men and women (ii n this instance, a married couple) searching, plotting , buying into a vision, disillusioned , their souls captured by the Ayatollah, Jim Dandy, the High Priest of temptation, their souls captured and they are gone, vanquished by their own gullibility ,into believing they cam outwit their once promising aspiring roles.
Sacrificed to the angry Gods of inevitable soft target…their own souls.
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The cream cheese bandit thought he could beat the system, faking his Darwinian metamorphosis is for the sake of d being brain washed by the masquerade on the outside. But on the inside he sold his soul for his Darwinian existence.
“The man in the gray flannel suit.”
His phony existence, selling his soul, rehearsing for the inevitable sellout. Appearances was his doom! Freud’s “Civilization against the discontents!”
Prometheus Unbound! Until death do us part… into their winter of discontent.
December 3, 2015 The City that never sleeps.
