reply to post by Netties Hermit
Thanks Netts, but it's true.
The way the title of this thread is, says it all, a little cog in the
big machine, who yearns for simple truths... we were bound
to affiliate ourselves with Judy.
Yet, she chose to use Wayne as a conduit, he would be the
prophet to interpret Judy's excited garble as she threw off the
secrecy and confidential trappings and told the world.
Wayne steadied the ship and at times, held his hands high to
calm the yearning minions.
What does she mean Wayne? Can you tell us simple villagers?
No need for the tech-stuff... we want the message, what are the
grays of Pleiades saying?
Yet, the technical jargon came and this give muscle to the bones,
I mean... after all, who would make up such a yarn...?
Hell, she works for NASA!! she said so.
Then the wobble-board is shaken to indicate thunder and the stage
becomes dark. Judy's soft voice lays silent and Wayne stands along
side the crowd and whispers easing tones.
Was she hidden? Had those big bad agencies that we all love to hate
-like pantomime baddies, had they taken our clarion girl?
Don't worry... the impression was given that someone was looking
into it and all would be well... Wayne salved the audience.
Then as the killing blow -the last rapier of the matador, was to
be driven home, the wrong questions emerged.
"UV signals detected by radio telescopes...? I don't understand,
"No-no, you can't pick up UV signals like that, and you say you
work for NASA?!!"
Judy must've looked at Wayne and hissed "aw my Gawd, it's the
But Wayne stood his ground, after all he had a book to salvage.
So gritting his teeth, he tried to change the subject and attempted
show strange connections with some stars and biro pen.
Taking in a deep breath and putting his best smile on, he happened
to glance to his left and saw nothing but a spinning NASA baseball cap...
she was gone.
So now the charade is over and the crowd leave and all that's left is
some torn bunting and broken polystyrene cups. The swinging lines
of coloured bulbs flicker and the smell of the ocean creeps in.
But we're here... (said in a wee-small voice)... they may come back
this way and as we know, there's always another crowd to huckster.
So we'll wait.