The
HIDDEN PART of the us Constitution
Copyright
© 2012 by Mac Wellman
Third
Draft
The
HIDDEN PART OF THE U.S. CONSTITUTION;
as
narrated by a certain two Jack Russell terriers ~
Owf
and Yowff;
A
play about something I don’t know, or cannot
fully
recall, maybe;
Fragility.
A fragile play?
A
lazy, do nothing play perhaps....
A
yawn play;
Or:
The Guilty Lands.
Idiotcy
& Olla Podrida.
...
vain wrangling over jot and tittle ...
~
A
Clutter play – a clatter play
Clutter/clatter
as a V/O play ~ a quodlibet....
Apparent
causality — one thing happens after another:
a
causal chain or merely a series of coincidences?
“It
slowly began to dawn on me that not only had I forgotten the secret, I had
forgotten the fact there was a secret in the first place.”
~
Darkness.
A Voice.
I
am two boys– both....
Now
we see them.
I
am named Huck and I am named Finn.
Only
one is spoking er specking er talking.
I
am named Huck
Looks
at the other one, who is dead.
And...
and....
He
is called Finn.
Just
stares. Covered with twiggies....
He
don’t talk ... talk much. Owing to the pre-existing condition which has
eliminated him from doing many things boys like to do in the woods. But we are
We
see behind them a giant figure, all of gold.
We
were looking for Mormon tablets. Lost ones,
here
in Kirtland Ohio where we grew up. If we ever did that.
The
dead one makes an odd low sound.
But
what we found instead is something else. Something far else.
Fade.
Figures in the shadows of the woods. Whisperers....
Where’d
you find this?
In
the woods. Looks olden. Looks old fashioned.
From
lizard times.
His
sister’s best friend, a tall girl with 50 teeth.
It’s
a gooner ... it’s a goonerism ...
Shut
up, Veronica, says my sister
To
her:
You’re
the goon.
Says
Article 23, of the, can’t quite make out what more it says.
~
A
chorus of foxies:
People
are doing just what they are damn well doing, pulling hair, getting drunk and
shooting at foxies.
Ain’t
that sweet....
The
dead one -– Finn.
AIN’T
THAT SWAT.
-----
Further
into the woods, shapes of whisperers.
They’re
all written on gold.
...
or on stone – glassy type stone.
Strange
markings on them. Hieroglyphs?
Like
ancient man.
Look
at him. Dead goon boy.
Bonk.
What’s
that?
Bonk?
?
Said
Bonk.
If
he is deceased why does he say “bonk”?
Bonk.
Beats
me.
Scene
bonks out.
~
More
of the same.
Is
this a Mormon site? What are these?
They
look like gold.
Is
this some kind of hieroglyphic writing?
Let
me see.... Looks like our language, only what is a Scaliamander?
If
looks could talk– even in the dark of the woods.
Huck,
come over here.
But
Finn’s not doing too well. His eyes are out.
Don’t
worry about him. We may have some kind of genuine find here. Look at these.
We
notice a conversation deeper in the woods, past the giant golden figure. These
are not pleasant woods. Someone’s playing a fiddle. Others are dancing around a
fire, one with a jug, others making low yips.
Pause
as our boys watch.
Another
appears. Speaks.
Not
a Moron site if that’s what you’ve been thinking. No, cannot be. As they are
over the hill and past the Mixolodium Creek. This is older. Far other I
suppose.
This
is Ohio, near Kirtland, not the Mixolodium Creek.
I
hear you. Yeah. I do, but they don’t. They don’t for sure.
Scene
bonks out.
~
Scene.
Someone bangs his head on a low branch. Falls down.
All
do this in turn, fall down.
Scene.
Man finds the dead boy in his portable cooler. And some stone tablets. He
cleans them off as a chorus appears and quietly sings:
Every
the where I do go
I
find wondrous tablets anew
I
am the cat’s meow
I
am the cat’s meow
I
am the cat’s meow
I
am the cat’s meow
I
am the cat’s meow
I
am the cat’s meow
Every
the where I do go....
Someone
else comes and joins him.
This
one’s about how a militia is a person.
This
one’s about how a corporate thing is a person too, with a person’s face
This
one is about how the freedom of the state of Israel shall not be abridged and
her public debt shall be as ours. Wonder what that means?
A
strange man appears, perhaps with a silver hoof.
Do
these belong to you?
Well,
I guess so since I found them.
Do
you consider yourself an honorable citizen?
Yes,
I guess so. I do
And
you say “these tablets belong to me”?
Yes,
I guess so. I do.
And
is it not true that I agree with you?
Well
that would be a ... Yes, yes, yes.
So
I too can say “these tablets belong to me”?
Well
no ...
What
should I be saying then? Go on, tell me ...
Well
...
Tell
me what it is I should be saying. So I can be clear on the matter.
Well.
You should be saying “these tablets belong to you”.
Couldn’t
agree with you more. Let’s shake on that.
They
shake on that — a real American handshake.
Pause
of a democratic kind.
Now
the you that is me, being a corporate entity, shall take possession of my
property.
He
does so.
---
Chorus
of whisperers.
The
Will of the People shall not be Expressed.
Shall
not be Except by certain Riddles of the Law.
---
A
floor collapses from above. Dummies and parts of machinery litter the stage. We
hear a phantom chorus:
Certain
riddles of the law shall not be expressed
because
they are unable to be grasped and held in hand.
Certain
riddles best left to those. To those whose articles possess an alarming heat.
The work of lawyers from above. Supreme ones gifted and glaring.
Incomprehensible in their intent, an intent both original and historical.
Prehistorical. An intent like a beast from before the idea of. Well. The idea
of a common person bonked and become all busy with news, glee, and certain
suspicious instincts. Instincts in the department of
unriddle.
Under a law of law without LAWYERS. Unriddle
dumdiratatattatattabrontaplesiometabetasauriandiddledum. Home of the
Scaliasaurus and the fine wooden Thomas doorstop and the Roberts Macaw also a
metaphysical peacockery of a law properly hidden from all the all by the SMALL.
The small of Glorb and Orb;
To
whit:
The
STEALING of the national election shall not be relegated to the States, but
shall remain the. Swark. Private Property of the Supreme Court [Article 24]
The
Common Good shall Not be expressed, except through the
Scene
bonks out
~
Chorus:
We
the PEOPLE shall be EXPRESSLY forbidden to desist and draw pictures of the LAW.
The LAW shall possess as many catatattatallapabonanzadoodles as are allowed
according to an item buried deep in the postamble to Article 23 of the HIDDEN
PARTS. Wrote down in an ancient script and buried hereabout somewhere in a
vault. Hear ye hear ye. The visible part of the invisible shall be as a more in
the eye of the Catatta. Cattattagrabuntobrontototunderplotz.
Djubaballistonixonixonitromottobottlemottobanishmentatarianism.Isms.Cannistercabalamalamalamixomaxobarbareloconpasto-pastohelium.
Bellisimus. Para Bellisimuses. A free thinking group of non believers shall NOT
be expressed. Dixit. Without being subject to an elected official whose
electoral system shall be subject to judicial review under the [unreadable]
jurisdiction of Article 23 which expressly forbids all others. Other than.
And
all orbs as well.
The
floor caves in, and in a rush and roar all disappear to a place below.
Scene
bonks out.
~
Deeper
yet into the woods: The man with the silver hoof seats Huck on his knee, and
talks seductively to him as the chorus accompanies [from below]. The dead boy,
Finn, hides in the shadows. The golden figure is farther off.
And
under Article 23 we the militia are just as good as, just as good as you are;
we have a proper jurisdiction and are not;
are
not subject to freedom of such speech are we do not take a liking to as we are
a PERSON as must therefore be denominated as such under the rules of the SENATE
of the
United
States of America; and under Article 24 all rights shall not be abridged if
they have not been not so delegated to the state legislature of the state in
question, subject only to the Rule of Law, as originally intended by those
authorized in Articles 24 and 24‰
Under
a special provision that is Himself a bone fide corporation and hence a Person
as far as the law goes By Jove By Jingo;
and
shall have the right to howl in the night, as directed by the Supreme Court,
and shall have the right to abridge and supersede all other amendments to the
constitution of the United States, all of them done henceforth and so forth
Amen.
Let
it be known that under the Direction of the Office of President, all questions
of security shall be a a a Boombahklakkaboombahklakkaboombahklakka. Like a
forklift afloat;
and
so it is:
Being
therefore secure in the [hidden] knowledge of what shall not be revealed until
such time as 99 years according to the pleasure of the Supreme Court in secret
sessions, according to Boombahklakkaboombahklakka
boombahklakkaboombahklakkaboombahklakkaklop.
And
so— and so on— until such time
as
it is ruled to be the original intent of said Law throughout the Land.
His
hand is covered in GLORY as is the GOLD of all of his unseen Ands;
May
the REPUBLIC abound, unFETTERED in the name of DEMOCRACY, yes my fellow
countrymen, yes; for what is to be done is to be done in the name of what is
NOT done according to the Original Intent of the Founding Fathers, whose
thought Time has not diminished, nor tarnished, for the buried Tablets of the
LAW speak even now to those of us who know how to read a language that is LOST
to those unable to fathom a lost language in an unknowable script;
and
so;
His
Hand is covered in glory as is the Gold of his unseen ands
A
pause for all this to sink in.
And
that of all the other HIDDEN ARTICLES; and the particles of those articles; and
the numerous and cunning Amendments to these, and the exceptions, bifurcations,
dimly lit lucubrations and expostulations;
And
the exceptions to the general rule, when that rule would cause HARM to those
able to read an ORIGINAL INTENT where the many can not;
And;
And;
And;
and ad infinitum, because in the words of our*
of
the eldest of our Feary Forefathers: Some laws are written and some are not.
SOME LAWS ARE WRITTEN AND SOME ARE NOT
AND;
And
some are not.
And;
And;
And;
And;
And;
And;
Ands....
The
dead boy says:
Is
that Scalia’s point?
Huck
tries to reply.
It
is in truth his hand at work. I guess....
The
dead boy arises and does a dead boy’s jig.
Scene
bonks out.
~
Black
out.
~
The
dead boy is alone.
He
holds out a shoe, as though it were wise.
Sings:
SHOE
tell me why why why why that
that
that is a crutch
and
not a painted toy;
and
not just a painted toy;
that
that is a crutch.
Tell
me why shoe tell me
True.
Other
whispering voices:
Pure
IDIOTCY.... IDIOTCY....
Yea,
Olla Podrida....
Finn
again:
Whose
shoe it is whose is it to walk on and wear out? Whose to lose, as the ultimate
gesture? Whose to wear out after all the walking on wears out? Whose is the
wearer’s to wear? His and her own, if not the?
No
one out there has a clue.
Shoe
to shoe, as if it knew shoe from shoe, shoe from show—
Something
is slowly moving in the dead boy’s pocket.
He
tries not to notice.
...
only an Alitopteryx. Just a little one ...
The
girl with 50 teeth appears, speaks.
And
the name’s not Veronica. It is Mabel if you please.
Scene
bonks out.
~
Repeat
the whole three more times rotated in four-dimensional space so that we see the
golden statue in four difference views. Each in a differing regional accent.
Play
bonks out
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