Hardly Rickets’ Sanguinary Holiday (redux)

Hardly Rickets, all American life saver and literary critic, wants to save the world from itself. Wants to don the all purpose All American Halloween costume—wants to be a fungal tree growth but can’t decide between bracket, polypore, or robustus conk. So goes for all of the above, fortified with Lockheed Martin nuclear modules and Raytheon laser vaporizers—the All American all the time choice for annihilating “third world” recalcitrants:

“We invented the damned holiday as the world knows it today. We know all. We kill all, but with a conscience. Let us show you our destabilizing Latin American election modules. Or may we interest you in a nation building for oil three card monte switchermaroo? Come one, come all! Give us bodies and resources and we’ll chew you up and spit you out like so much cudding for the cuddling hours before the Day of the Dead arrives. I’m Hardly Rickets and have I got an all purpose tzompantli for you. You provide the bodies—I’ll provide the bones. Hardly Rickets is the name. I am he of Halloween fame. My drones and hellfires shower flames. Death is my one and only game. Coming to your spooked-out skies this fall.”

What I’m Reading:

sad
sad
the wing of October falls
cold
cold

— Stacyann Chin / “For You”