He has stopped a stage coach (the large old kind, seen in Westerns; 'Wells Fargo' painted somewhere) in a desert landscape; small circular sign, atop a waist-high pole stand, nearby says BUS STOP; tall cactus etc. We could also show a 'bonobo' Indian Totem Pole 'Pyramid of Experts' somewhere, three bonobos tall, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, just to add the recent philosophers' and experts' dimensions to the scene.
We see the coach relatively close up, from the side, so that we see inside windows on each side of the open stage coach door in the middle.
The coach is full of disparately dressed individuals.
He has already got one of them out of the coach and is standing next to the coach brandishing a six shooter at this unarmed individual, and has him by the scruff of the neck with the other hand. The Maverick has a Clint Eastwood type cigar stub in his mouth as he is talking.
This passenger might be a plump Arab, Mexican, Asian, or Indian-looking 'business man', 19th Century garb. He might also be Gandhi; Nehru jacket etc. He looks real scared. He is weighed down by two large, heavily stuffed, 'carpet bags', one in each hand.
A Marilyn Monroe figure, dressed in tight jeans and a tight white open blouse, as in The Misfits, is standing at the stop, holding a furled umbrella at arm's length pointed down smartly at an angle to her booted foot. Her blouse reads across the bosomy front, in block capitals 'I LOVE PHILOSOPHY'.
The caption above
Enforcing Human Rights and Free Trade 'In the Territories'
The caption below, he is saying
(
Think of 'Dusty''s voice from Tales of The Cowboys, Garrison Keillor.)
:
Mister, Stick 'Em Up! (Or: Stick Em Up Shorty!)
Don't give me that
'no direct investment' mambo jambo.
That jabber's for city slickers.
Gimme All Yur Free Trade, Now,
and Nobody'll Get Hurt: That's Yur Human Rites.
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