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The States are a fascist dystopia.
New legislation mandates the execution of all criminals no matter how trivial the offense. To give this regressive law a democratic feel, the executioners are chosen from the general public by a random number generator.
There are no juries, only guillotines.
I’m selected by a computer to be the next executioner. The criminal to be guillotined is a fourteen year old boy. As I understand the facts of the case, he was initially convicted of stalking an older woman named Deimei.
The stalking conviction alone is enough to warrant execution. However, before the scheduled execution date, Deimei turns up dead and the boy is blamed.
Immediately, I realize he must be innocent. Since he was incarcerated while the murder took place, he couldn’t possibly have been at the scene of the crime. However, the courts are insistent that he is indeed guilty —facts be damned. They manipulate testimony and evidence to support their claim. And after attending several hearings, I begin to suspect the boy didn't commit any crime whatsoever; he has been framed from the very beginning.
As a result, I refuse to go through with his guillotining, and instead aid his escape. This itself an offense punishable by death, an offense tantamount to sedition.
Now, I too am a wanted man.
After successfully evading police while doing my own Sam Spade, I discover evidence of a conspiracy involving Deimei’s dad and the local authorities.
Later, I confront one of the conspirators in the parking lot of a high school just as the students are being let out. The conspirator —a man named Beckert— punches me in the face. A brutal fight ensues, and I literally throw Beckert under a moving bus.
The furious bus driver attempts to apprehend me.
“If people only knew the facts, they would understand why I did it.” I tell him.
My investigation reveals that Deimei wasn’t murdered; she committed suicide (interestingly, her name resembles the Latin ‘daemon.’ I recall reading that ancient doctors attributed the suicides of women to the influence of imaginary daemons. And I assume the girl’s name to be an allusion to this old, erroneous attribution.) However, suicide in this dystopian dream-future is considered both a social stigma and a sin (just as it was in the Old World.)
Deimei’s father, motivated by shame, purchased the aid of corrupt officials to pin the suicide on the boy (since he was already facing executions for stalking, it would be no great loss.) As for the stalking charges, they were also fabricated in order to justify Deimei’s erratic behavior prior to her suicide.
As I have written elsewhere “as William S. Burroughs once wrote: “Well as, one judge said to the other, “Be just and if you can't be just be arbitrary.”””
The dream ends without any resolution concerning my own charge for sedition, nor do I answer for throwing the conspirator under the bus. Hopefully, if this dream continues at a future time —as many dreams do— I will not be facing execution!
New legislation mandates the execution of all criminals no matter how trivial the offense. To give this regressive law a democratic feel, the executioners are chosen from the general public by a random number generator.
There are no juries, only guillotines.
I’m selected by a computer to be the next executioner. The criminal to be guillotined is a fourteen year old boy. As I understand the facts of the case, he was initially convicted of stalking an older woman named Deimei.
The stalking conviction alone is enough to warrant execution. However, before the scheduled execution date, Deimei turns up dead and the boy is blamed.
Immediately, I realize he must be innocent. Since he was incarcerated while the murder took place, he couldn’t possibly have been at the scene of the crime. However, the courts are insistent that he is indeed guilty —facts be damned. They manipulate testimony and evidence to support their claim. And after attending several hearings, I begin to suspect the boy didn't commit any crime whatsoever; he has been framed from the very beginning.
As a result, I refuse to go through with his guillotining, and instead aid his escape. This itself an offense punishable by death, an offense tantamount to sedition.
Now, I too am a wanted man.
After successfully evading police while doing my own Sam Spade, I discover evidence of a conspiracy involving Deimei’s dad and the local authorities.
Later, I confront one of the conspirators in the parking lot of a high school just as the students are being let out. The conspirator —a man named Beckert— punches me in the face. A brutal fight ensues, and I literally throw Beckert under a moving bus.
The furious bus driver attempts to apprehend me.
“If people only knew the facts, they would understand why I did it.” I tell him.
My investigation reveals that Deimei wasn’t murdered; she committed suicide (interestingly, her name resembles the Latin ‘daemon.’ I recall reading that ancient doctors attributed the suicides of women to the influence of imaginary daemons. And I assume the girl’s name to be an allusion to this old, erroneous attribution.) However, suicide in this dystopian dream-future is considered both a social stigma and a sin (just as it was in the Old World.)
Deimei’s father, motivated by shame, purchased the aid of corrupt officials to pin the suicide on the boy (since he was already facing executions for stalking, it would be no great loss.) As for the stalking charges, they were also fabricated in order to justify Deimei’s erratic behavior prior to her suicide.
As I have written elsewhere “as William S. Burroughs once wrote: “Well as, one judge said to the other, “Be just and if you can't be just be arbitrary.”””
The dream ends without any resolution concerning my own charge for sedition, nor do I answer for throwing the conspirator under the bus. Hopefully, if this dream continues at a future time —as many dreams do— I will not be facing execution!
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An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth.
Retribution will always strike
Those who spread malice;
At least, that's what we're told,
Even as innocent women are slaughtered
And their executioners go unpunished.
What fools men are.
Do they really think a witch
Would be incapable of escaping
Their feeble, man-made bonds?
Do they honestly believe
One could be taken with the ease
They've had seizing maidens?
Punishment must be dealt,
Both to these false judges
And the ignorant masses
That watch the wrongful demise
Of one of their own.
As I stand in the square
Among the crowd begging
For what they call "justice"
And watching "
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I might be God, got
discs burning
in the furnace. more discs
than Amoeba. more dope
than a trap house. Red flags
waving like a war march,
kids got masks on and they're all plastic.
2016. Got Melanie working on the night shift.
2015. got Helen to talk to me like a wall.
2014. Jade still hides her wrists
like she's swimming in Shibuya.
Keep the razor in her back.
2013. Jo went 180 on me.
air in Dorval stays black,
wind shifts, feeling like Clark.
she stays dead with a new fella,
bus stays skipping on me.
I flex like I have gold teeth
and more rubber in the trash.
watching 'gram, screaming
nightmares coming out the screen,
waiting for my h
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Written by Frank Jaspers.
This piece is an unembellished account of a dream I had recently. It belongs to a collection of dreams called ‘Notes from a Madhouse.’
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The dream is interesting because everything that happens is very literal and plays out like an intricate detective story. There is one novel idea: that the general population —who are responsible for the laws in a democratic nation —should have the responsibility to punish others.
This piece is an unembellished account of a dream I had recently. It belongs to a collection of dreams called ‘Notes from a Madhouse.’
frank-jaspers.deviantart.com/g…
The dream is interesting because everything that happens is very literal and plays out like an intricate detective story. There is one novel idea: that the general population —who are responsible for the laws in a democratic nation —should have the responsibility to punish others.
© 2017 - 2024 Frank-Jaspers
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It's scary to imagine this sort of world, especially with Rosie O' Donnell's recent proclamation that we should enact martial law to stall Trump's inauguration. While she is no doubt full of bull, it's still scary to hear one even suggest making the land of the free a police state. 