Pataphorical Power...

In December of 2005 Vice President Dick Cheney addressed the press aboard Airforce Two stating, "If you don't support everything I do, you aren't serious about terrorism."

The frightened children pulled the covers up over their noses, hoping to filter out the smell of rotting flesh lodged between the abusive father's lower canines.

The noxious gas spread from the breach in the tanker truck, through the town, causing residents to seal their windows and huddle their children in the basement, glued to the television screen covering the rescue efforts of those still trapped in their homes.

The mouse writhed in pain after the trigger released the spring, snapping the metal bar against it's back crushing it's ribs and vertebrae.

Releasing the choke, the steam roller discharged a dark plume of diesel exhaust darkening the sky and blotting out the sun.

The ink drained from its resevoir onto the table, leaving a meandering black river to the edge of the table.

The current dragged the boy out to sea, no matter how hard the boy paddled in his inflatable rubber raft.

Drifting through the cosmos, the satellite's battery supply gradually loses power, it's communication signal getting weaker and weaker, causing it to disappear in the vast distance between itself and the terrestrial antennae.

The din of the stock exchange floor drones out the cry from a man covering a crimson stain in his belly with his hand, pleading for help and getting no eye contact.

A blind man asks the clerk to make change in singles only but is unable to realize that the clerk is giving him sheets of white paper.

The author worked through the night filling his notebook with metaphorical prose, but it was too dark for him to realize that for twenty pages his dryed pen left only impressions of words on the lines.

After waiting hours for the ticket sales to start, a senior in high school shattered his fist from punching the tempered glass enclosing the ticket booth because seating was no longer available for the last show of the final tour of his favorite band.

Recalling the words of record executives that said he must change his lyrics to better conform to the corporate model, the gloomy musician loaded bullets into the magazine of his pistol.

A teenage girl lays in bed after school, flipping through the pages of her teen magazines and eyes the lithe figures with big smiles and expensive clothes, feeling guilty she walks to the bathroom and forces herself to vomit the small lunch she ate on the footsteps of the school.

The district administrator emailed a principle encouraging her to label more students as having behaviour and learning disabilities so that the district could be granted more government aid while eliminating poor scoring students from the average GPA.

Sitting on the cold, oil stained concrete floor of the garage, the boy unravels long strips of duct tape to bind back together the ripped cover of his geometry book, thinking to himself that his father has grown more violent since he was laid off work.

After receiving a bonus in stock options for cutting costs, the CEO cashed them out and resigned before the board performed analysis on his measures to find out that, after taking into account the transitional costs for the changes and the CEO's large salary, the company's financial situation worsened rather than improved.

With the anti-monolpoly laws weakened by the FCC, the power of mass communication and media companies has been consolidated and have resulted in easier targeting by government pressure, most notably, the intelligence agency invading personal privacy and the Bush administration broadcasting pro-policy propoganda.

The message in the message is more than the message could carry.