Senator Kingsley Ferdinands today has challenged
the American Psychological Association to a world forum debate.
The Director must now decide whether he is fit
and proper person to even talk about the mental health of people in general
when the federal government itself creates a world of paranoia and suspicion
-where there is no food for children adults or the elderly - where there is no
proper housing for the poor, disable, unemployed and the UNEMPLOYABLE [destitute,
illiterates and criminals] - where there is no money for rent - where there is
no money to have a nice car and build a nice business.
Kingsley Ferdinands will not abandon the Living
People of America and he will bulldoze Arlington cemetery for all the bull-dung
pain and misery that cemetery has caused America.
The Las Vegas Boulevard runs from Las Vegas
directly through to Alabama then hooks around to Alaska up north then hooks
around down south to Arizona then cuts up north to Arkansas then fly hard east,
hard east to California then drops down to Colorado then fly’s up to
Connecticut then swooshes to Delaware and then drops down right down to Florida
them tip toes across to Georgia and then catches a United Airlines flight to
Hawaii and as it lands it takes off for Idaho for a hot potato with sour cream
and fresh parsley then catches Illinois and trudges through the open plains to Iowa and off to the
land of sweet hearts in Kansas then the hunger pains hit the stomach and we
need some Kentucky (friend chicken) before we hit the ol' Louisiana but no stopping
because we need to fly up north as fast as our legs will carry us to Maine and
then a short stop after that in Maryland and some shopping in Massachusetts and
then quickly now because it is almost midday we start up north for Michigan and
while we are there snooping we can have a peek at Minnesota and catch the great
train ride from there to Mississippi and not to soon enough because we are
missing Missouri and then we take off to Montana to see the great mountains and
snow and then we chuff off to Nebraska but we need heat and heat and more heat
from this cold so we are off to the land of the high noon sun in Nevada to
check on what is happening around the chic places and palaces and maybe catch a
steak at the steakhouse or some music at Hakka's but no time left to get back
up to New Hampshire and drop off that empty KFC bucket, chips and coke and
maybe buy some bread rolls from New Jersey and check our watch because now you
know you are late so you are off to New Mexico and the land of the Cisco Kid
and Puncho, (hey Cisco, I don't know where civilisation would be without you,
Rin Tin Tin and Ricky Ricardo (Lucy's Rickki) then enough mooching and
remembering the past cause we are build a future so we are off to the land of
Donald Trump, New York to visit Letterman, the Lady with the granite torch and
ohh yeah those towers then quickly changed of sneakers and put some real road
runners and take off to North Carolina and grab some real food and then try on
a few nice clothes in a north American Indian shop in the land of the great
Black Hills of North Dakota....ahh, the Dakota country makes me think of Ms
Doris Day and ol' Calamity Jane, but again it ain't remembrance day and we are
tired but gotta keep going, like a good army cadet from Warradale Army
Barracks, South Australia....as my mum would say, Focus, focus, focus and we
are off to Ohio then pop into to Oklahoma for some cool lemon drink and check
out the fern roots with Mr Tibbs and we are off to the land of peace, friendship
and greenery called Oregon and then we toss a coin whether to fly or catch a train
to Pennsylvania and once we are there we take in the scenery because we might
not be back to the land of academia and US intelligentsia then we pop across to
Rhode Island and smell the sea salt spray and then we are hoofing it now like a
derby runner in the final furlong to get to South Carolina and we miss the Dakotas
so much we are going to sneak on over to South Dakota and pay are utmost
respect to the men and women who gave birth to the country called America then
we pop across to Tennessee and suddenly we get hit by an invisible 4 x 2 plank
of wood across our head - where is the sun and we feel Texas running down our
leg, so we are off and damn it is almost 4 o’clock but we are hoofing it now
and at Texas it is so damn hot everyone is inside or taken a holiday to Wet
Republic so we get going to Utah and our thirst is killing us now so we have
some pineapple juice and take off north as fast as we can to Vermont but the
north ain’t the south so we are off to Virginia and smell the sweet honey in
the air but then our head says money, politics and the nation and that can only
mean Washington but we are off to Washington State so we run north and then do
a hard east, hard eas then head back west to West Virginia and finally we need
help, we need support, we need someone in the country to say, "Hey buddy,
you want a ride" but America is all I-Me-Myself and no one even looks at
you and if he does he probably thinking you damn northern if you in the south,
and if you in the north he is probably thinking damn southern so you keep
smiling and wave to all the rich people and poor people and you head to
Wisconsin and when you get there you take off your sneakers and your
socks...wheeeeeeew!!!, they smell....it that garlic!!(god damn vampires, they
really have hooked me)...hey man, is that garlic (ha ha ha) and we are finally
walking in the water with our toes cool and our ankles cool and our things cool
and we are off Wyoming. And when we get there the government man says, Hey
buddy, can I just check that permit for you to build a Boulevard from Vegas to Arlington
Cemetery via 52 States of the country and then bulldoze the cemetery?"...and
I look at him and say, "Permit!”
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