Here Chickee Chickee

Here Chickee Chickee
Orlando Lujan Martinez
Because something bad was happening everyday somewhere somehow Vincent Rodney started to question the sanity of everyone: including himself. He needed some questions answered. Who are you? Why all these mess ups? Who can be trusted? Why is everyone wearing a mask? Is everyone craze? and whatever ever happened to integrity, sincerity, honesty, righteousness and plain common sense? And why is the Easter Bunny, Tickle me Elmo and Chicken Little hiding under a bush in the backyard. Do they know something he doesn't know. Here chickee, chickee.
When Rodney has trouble sleeping he descended down the curving stair case into the living room of his luxurious house, on a hill, where he sat in the dark listening to Joni James singing When You Wish Upon a Star, with the curtains open, wondering, lonely and looking down on the twinkling lights of the city. (Where at the Casino Royal a man in a black suit and bowed tied, recently arrived in a French gray and opal blue limousine, is betting 10,000 dollars on the next roll of the dice. He has the confidence of one that can afford to lose. At his side Pinky Purdom smiles in a gold satin sheen evening gown.) A white bone moon stood over the house on the hill.
Rodney is lonely, and insecure because he thinks no one has any respect for him despite his brand spanking new car, groomed looks, wonderful personality and beautiful house. Some times his insecurity would turn into anger and make him an aggressive driver, and just this morning he got angry and cut off a car because it was going to slow. The guy kept following Rodney honking his horn real mad. Rodney flipped him a birdie.
The drivers replied was to put his arm out the window and fired a couple of shots which was, in Rodney opinion, in step with the growing violence in American society. Rodney was shocked and frightened but also knew something like this would happen sooner or later. So he was going to start carrying a gun under a newspaper on the front seat for protection and just in case. Where are the cops when you need them?
Rodney always worried something or someone somewhere somehow in someway would snap. What would snap was anyone's guess. And who knows what’s on the menu of the paranoid mind after decades of posing as a sane person.
Rodney's garage is full of survival equipment: ten drums of gas, ten drums of water, an electric generator and stacks of canned food. All the stuff he will need when environment collapses. The government pamphlet didn’t mention toilet paper: a absolute necessity in an emergency and one of the civilized worlds greatest contributions to society or the guns, the bullet proof vest, gas mask and plenty of ammunition, just in case.
When the Nuremberg trial judge sentence Herman Goring sentenced him to death. Goring said “I don’t care I lived well for 15 years.” A practical approach which Rodney didn’t have. He was scared and a guy who is always looking around for a way to get out of life without dying.
The government pamphlet also said when the Pandemic Flu gets to your town, presumedly on the back of a Road Island Red Chicken, your survival is going to depend on you. Wash your hands frequently stay away from coughing. Don’t expect them to save us. Don’t go to the hospital because they will be packed full and there is no cure for the flu anyway. Bad news, and he had foolishly thought that money, democracy medical science and a roll in the hay was the answer to everything. Even the very wealthy are going to pay this time because there is no place to run anywhere anyhow. The Casino Royal will close because the croupiers, kitchen help and maids will be home sick or dead. Pinky Purdom's paramour will be still bowed tied but this time in a coffin.
Rodney hope his neighbors have prepared for the coming catastrophe because if they come over to beg for food he just won’t answer the door just like he did with the Jehovah Witnesses. And just in case they persist well....
In addition to all of Rodney personal problems, real and unreal, over or under the counter, cause by other people, of course, there's been more bad school shootings and the bad news from Iran is that they are going to build a nuclear bomb. They say If we have some then they want some too and then, too boot, there is world warming, militant Islamic terrorism in Afghanistan, Iraq and other parts of the world.
And North Korea has set off a nuclear bomb. They say the leader of North Korea is a nut case and might do something somewhere that wasn't nice. The only answer for Rodney had was to keep spending, keep up a good front, and hope the politicians will find a way to avoid a catastrophe.
And Rodney though why is this happening to me I didn’t do nothing. That of course is exactly the problem: no one did nothing. When someone pointed a finger at them and said why didn’t you do something they could say it wasn’t my fault because I didn’t do nothing. They figure if you didn’t do nothing then you couldn’t make mistakes or be blamed for anything. Remember it was mistakes that started everything everywhere anyway.
Arthur Rodney had not made a mistake for 60 years. What do you mean his 30 years of marriage to the wrong woman, and his 4 years in the joint for being in the wrong place at the wrong time are mistakes. Those weren’t mistakes he was a victim of circumstances. And when he beat his brother out of 10,000 dollars because he didn’t have the brains not to lend it to him that was his mistake not Rodney's. See Rodney knew what a mistake is. And besides he had never made a mistake since yesterday.
Then one beautiful sun shinny morning with the birds chirping happily doing loup-de-loups in the sky Rodney Looked out the kitchen window and seen Eddie, his beloved white doggie, over in the corner of the yard eating something strange. After eating the taste morsel he stagger across the yard and toppled into the fish pond dead. Some son-of-a-bitch poisoned Eddie!
This was more than he could take the stress of constantly living on the edge of disaster was getting to him. After giving serious time to the study of drink and dope he found out that they weren't the answer and in the end they don’t play games. Sooner or later they take control and use you to destroy you.
Rodney was desperate and decided, after seeing a few hallucinations one eerie still night around midnight, that it was time to change a life style that had him whipped so bad that he turned to God. What else could he do. Who else is their? He tried everything and still needed someone who really loved him and had an answer for what this madness was about.
To create the right ambiance for his new spiritual life he had the house painted white and the rooms painted white. The rugs white and the furniture too. If white is good enough for Cher and Barbara Streisand then it’s good enough for Rodney too.
Everything is going well. Rodney is out of the loup and into peace and trust and church services. Then in one of the sermons Rodney found out that it was his fault everything is so messed up because he didn’t do anything. And that he would have to love his neighbors as himself, and do something about the bad things happening everywhere, somewhere, somehow, and in somew