In The Tent of Mean Queen

The palace has a tent erected in the backyard. Like the ones at the East and West Bunker. There is dried-out tree limbs on top, as required by their god. They are to go outside, and scream and yell at each other while eating rather than inside where they usually do their screaming.

Their god wants the neighborhood to know how they live. That's why he requires at the end of their New Years they spend time in an open-air tent--together. Now the Jihad Party Boys at the Western Bunker, they party but not at the tent of the Mean Queen. Nope, Daddy sits ready to dispense justice as Mean Queen screams back and forth with her court. It's not that the hood hasn't heard them, its now unavoidable to hear them.

Now, maybe Mean Queen isn't hurling insults and accusations. Maybe she's passing the time with pleasant, humours conversation but it doesn't quite come off as humorous with no one laughing. There is the clatter of dishes and the occasional burp but outside of that, you would never know they were eating a meal together, more like throwing food at each other from behind a barrier with an occasional screamed insult as to the other person's missing link in human ancestry.

Ahh the Middle East and now that we have it streaming live in the hood it is so much more fascinating. I'm waiting for a coffin to come down the alley surrounded by mourners, some trying to grab the dead body out for one last look--just a touch maybe. Scarfed women, badly dressed men and children who look like they don't know when they last ate.

The one thing that bothers me the most, outside of the flagrant child abuse, animal abuse, abuse of women and the elderly is that they don't know what to do with a live plant. They'll eat them yes but for some reason to grow something is very foreign to them. Their idea, from what I've seen, is to eat the green thing and put cement in its place. Probably from getting all their food from places that actually like growing green things, they think that by placing a piece of cement in its place, it will grow a store. No wonder the national pastime of the Middle East is to throw rocks at each other. Rocks are everywhere but not so much asparagus or a tender endive.