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Globall War of Terror: Hanged Man
Jul. 5th, 2017 01:15 pmIn the Tarot, the Hanged Man - sometimes by the neck, sometimes by an ankle and upside down - represents either death or transformation. The end of the story, or the end of _this_ story and the start of a new one.
I start with a Hanged Man. Quite literally -- strung up by wire, by the neck, dangling from a Highway 101 overpass. Obviously been up there for a bit, but not long enough for the vertebrae to separate and leave yet another corpse on the highway below. No idea what he did to get up there, other than the obvious "He pissed someone off and didn't have enough friends nearby to save him."
The relief convoy coming to the rescue of the relief convoy is in full battle rattle and I am in command. I should not be in command of a rubber ducky in a bathtub, but here I am and there it is. Two armored trucks, three convoy trucks, a battered minibus, a tow truck and a tractor trailer towing a flatbed with a sandbagged bunker on it.
So how did I get from there - braced on the edge of a sunroof at about 70 MPH, trying to steady binoculars to see what is going on ahead - to dangling by my ankle from a tow cable, upside down at about the same speed, playing tactical pinata and/or swaying target for a horde of unhappy campers with rifles?
Therein lies a story.
I start with a Hanged Man. Quite literally -- strung up by wire, by the neck, dangling from a Highway 101 overpass. Obviously been up there for a bit, but not long enough for the vertebrae to separate and leave yet another corpse on the highway below. No idea what he did to get up there, other than the obvious "He pissed someone off and didn't have enough friends nearby to save him."
The relief convoy coming to the rescue of the relief convoy is in full battle rattle and I am in command. I should not be in command of a rubber ducky in a bathtub, but here I am and there it is. Two armored trucks, three convoy trucks, a battered minibus, a tow truck and a tractor trailer towing a flatbed with a sandbagged bunker on it.
So how did I get from there - braced on the edge of a sunroof at about 70 MPH, trying to steady binoculars to see what is going on ahead - to dangling by my ankle from a tow cable, upside down at about the same speed, playing tactical pinata and/or swaying target for a horde of unhappy campers with rifles?
Therein lies a story.
