Shoot High, Aim Low
by John Constantine

Nothing you can say
Takes me by surprise
    -Yes, Shoot High, Aim Low

I suppose it was inevitable.  I've been burning the candle not only at both ends, but I thought I'd give the middle a chance to feel the heat as well.  The result is entirely predictable - breakdown.

I've been pulled six ways to Sunday and I still never learn.

Part of the problem is just the incredible incompetence of the human species as a whole.  Granted I'm just as incompetent at times, but I still keep a fantasy that I'm somehow not in the same league as the rest of you zombies.  I know it's just self delusion, but there are some reasonable signals that I'm not complete off the mark with my observations.

So when the shit starts coming down because no one has been listening to a damn word I've been saying over the past months, I start freaking out.  My first inclination is to grab whomever is whining to me at the moment by the scruff of the neck and rub their nose in the pile of shit that has obviously come out their orifice.  "Bad dog.  Bad, bad, BAD dog."  I start looking for a newspaper to roll up and use on their bottom.

And I know this won't do any good at all.  The urge passes and I put on a picture perfect smile as I go into my "teacher" mode.  I politely guide them through the processes that I have already spelled out in in excruciating detail.  Detail that I've laid out in triplicate, using every available communication channel I have with them.

And still they act like they haven't heard a word I've said, and look with surprise at the documents I've laid out and they actually have in their possession.

I guess I'm just talking into thin air at times.  I'm sure that I must do the same thing.  Lord knows I'm not perfect by any means.  I certainly don't have the luxury of a truly objective view of myself from the outside.

But JHCORFC.  Didn't I just say that over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over?

Didn't I just tell you exactly how you were supposed to do this?  Didn't tell you several times how crucial this was to do it precisely the way I explained it?  Didn't I tell you NOT to push that button labeled Global Thermonuclear War?

March 14, 2002