Monday, Monday

Fascinating! Unbelievable! True and sad! Mondays!

Why don’t you like Mondays?

  • Showdown with weekend hair?
  • Right foot does not feel like it did…Sunday night?
  • Blissful Wizard had a higher THC ratio then recommended?
  • Date night sex was sooo…good. Monday should be the ‘layover’ flight to climaxing, again…on Tuesday?

I have my reasons for disliking Mondays. Mostly, incendiary thoughts and punitive puns that I have been getting away with for more years than I care to admit.

But Monday can have many meanings for many people. Take the Bob Geldof and Brenda Spencer! One would think these two…

Bob Geldof…Band-Aid, Live-Aid, political activist and all around…good guy

Brenda Spencer…arguably, America’s first…mass shooter. Or, perhaps, better put, America’s first High Profile, Homegrown…Wack-job, who just did not like Mondays!

**On Monday, Jan. 29, 1979, a journalist from The San Diego Union Tribune got the quote of a lifetime from 17-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer.

“I don’t like Mondays,” she said. “This livens up the day.”

The “this,” she had been referring to was the fact that she had just fired 30 rounds of ammunition into an elementary school, and was now barricaded inside her home.

A little before 8 a.m. that morning, children began to line up outside Grover Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California. They were waiting for their principal to open up the gates so they could head inside.

Across the street, Brenda Ann Spencer was watching them from her home, a ramshackle house filled with empty alcohol bottles and a single mattress she shared with her father. As the children lined up outside the gate, Spencer took out the Ruger 10/22 semi-automatic .22 caliber rifle that she’d gotten as a Christmas gift. Then, she aimed it out the window and began firing.

The principal of the school, Burton Wragg was killed as he was trying to help the kids through the gates. A custodian, Mike Suchar was killed trying to pull a student to safety.

With little or no collaboration, Bob and Brenda, had a bond. And, that bond became the most horrifyingly, disgusting, panic stricken day of the week…Monday

Say, Brenda, ‘Tell Me Why You Don’t Like Mondays!’

The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload. And nobody’s gonna go to school today. She’s going to make them stay home.
And daddy doesn’t understand it.

He always said,

She is as good as gold.

And he can see no reason ’cause there are no reasons!

What reason do you need to be shown?

I don’t like Mondays! What other reason do you need to be shown?

The telex machine is kept so clean. And it types to a waiting world. Her mother feels so shocked. Father’s world is rocked! And their thoughts turn to their own little girl. Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen. No, it ain’t so neat to admit defeat. And all the playing has stopped in the playground now. She wants to play with the toys…awhile. And school is out early. Soon we will be learning the lesson today…

is how to die!

And then a bullhorn crackles and the captain tackles with the problems and the hows and the whys…

He can see no reason…No reason why…What reason does one need to die?

And, she says…she will speak her truth one more time..

I Do Not like…unequivocally…I Hate…Mondays!

Just a Band-Aid

Only a Band-Aid away from What, I do…

from What I say!

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Miller Creation/D. Lange

Running with the Jones’s…living in the fray.

A stranger to me, she seemed to have moved a full house…

in the middle of a full moon night…

with only distant light to display her plight.

Way out on a savagely grown heritage trail…

My suspicious mind nothing but a broken arrow.

I am a display all my own.

Self-centered and sharp…meant to implode and impale.

Que me veux tu - What you want me 1928 Claude Cahun (French, 1894–1954) France Photographer
Claude Cahun:

Four wheels filled to the brim.

Greetings were exchanged.

Both of us portrayed discomfort, as though it were…a late summer’s whim.

My stranger packed all nuances away…

As if it were just another day.

My despair traveled with me, another quarter of mile.

In the end,

turning all attention to me…

I had lost my stranger some how.

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