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While clinging to the chandelier Cat tried to catch her wits and also her breath, but

into the room rushed a group of humans.

They were very much on edge due to all the commotion outside

which they had deduced was a malfunctioning computer

in the security system, but none the less they were frightened.

 

 

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She froze, looking down she recognized some of the humans.

There was the Sneer, thee Jaw, Stinkweed, Con D, Hollywood P, and the Wolf, and others she didn’t know. They locked the doors and turned off the lights.

Cat switched her sight to spectrum, as she witnessed this suspicious meeting.

In the blacked out room she could only see the light emitted from the energy of the human bodies, “in total” Cat says, "their lights were pretty dim”.

 

 

 

 

In this little meeting they discussed their business.

So here is the skinny from Cat, they talked about:

First they congratulated themselves on a hard stolen election.......

 

 

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Cat had heard enough, it was time to find Bumbles and the alien.

So she started to shake the chandelier and make those strange cat sounds that they make occasionally that can send shivers down your spine.

Cat had hoped this would scare the group into running out the room and giving her an escape.

It worked pretty good except for the Sneer.

 

 

The lights came on and there stood the Sneer with shotgun in hand aiming directly at Cat.

It was sawed off; he always carried tucked under his suit.

“Block the windows and doors people, absolutely no witnesses, man or cat”.

 The Sneer calmly told the frantic group.

Everyone ran to a window or door and the Sneer kept aim at Cat, when out from his tight lips dripped the words. “Here kitty, kitty".

With no way of escape Cat prepared to jump the Sneer and leave a lasting mark on this world she had found herself before she left it.

 

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When all of a sudden bright colored shapes started appearing and disappearing in quick succession in different spots around the room.

 

Existing for only a fraction of a second but so many of them that they started to form individuals with the constant flow of spirits feeding their identities.

One of the first to solidify completely was a black-indigenous revolutionary soldier who stood in front of the Sneer blocking his shot and saying "I am Crispus Attucks, the first to defy and the first to die."

Next was a Mexican recently dead from his attempt to reach the pursuit of  happiness, tired, poor and yearning to breath free.

 Then George Washington, Mark Twain, Crazy Horse, Lozen the legendary apache woman warrior and other well known American freedom fighters.

 

 

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"Stand down private" the Sneer shouts at the soldier, while he cocks the shotgun.

 Right then George Washington throws a kick knocking the shotgun from the Sneer's hands.

The Sneer and George Washington go at it, toe to toe.

Mayhem explodes, spirits and humans fighting throughout the room.

Except for Stinkweed, who while on all fours, was looking for a place to hide when he

is caught by Sacagawea who is stabbing him with a sharp stick

while he crawls and screams with every poke.

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile Benjamin Franklin unlocks a window and motions for the Cat

to escape out of.

Cat follows and Ben points to a open window on the next floor up

then he turns to face Con D with her razor tipped whip and deadly aim.

Cat climbs, leaving behind the battle with it's sounds of grunts, groans, meat being hit,

furniture breaking and the crack of Con D's whip.

 

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During her short climb, Cat says she noticed armies of killer bees in formation camouflaged in the trees, storm drains and every shadowed area of the building on a moonless night.

 Reaching the target window she peeks inside.

She is witness to what would be a odd and funny sight.

 Bumbles, he is wearing only his tighty-whites, like his tighty-whiteys from the 4th grade, with six shooters, horses, spurs and cowboy hats.

Stretched to the limit, no wonder he squints his face and talks like that.

He is kneeling in front of a being who sitting on a plush chair.

 

 

A man with light brown hair and a perfectly trimmed mustache and beard,

eating chicken out of a bucket and drinking a forty.

Also he was dressed in Roman era civilian clothes, perfectly clean and ironed.

He resembled  Jesus, not the real one

but the celebrity one you see in paintings, movies and other religious paraphernalia.

Cat melts into her position, eyes and ears sharp to observe.

When a shotgun blast from the battle going on below, then alarms and the pounding on the door.

 

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"Mr. President, open the door please, it is our duty to check on your safety,

so forgive this procedure and us".

a voice, which cut right through the door.

The faux Jesus jumped up wiping chicken from his hands and face licking his fingers

and then taking a holy pose making his face all pious while holding his head high,

says to Bumbles "wait my return, my chosen one."

Then he walks slowly to the window and disappears.

 

 

 

"Just a minute boys, let me get dressed." Bumbles said as he took off his tighty-whiteys and hides them

under his pillow.

Putting on his robe Bumbles heads for the door, Cat runs to follow the stranger,

picking up the tighty-whiteys with her fangs along the way.

The same device the Gov had was implanted on Bumbles also.

Cat says they were clean and his lucky ones at that.

The very ones he was wearing when he hit that home run

as a child.

 

 

 

 

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With her spectrum vision she can see the energy of the alien climbing to the roof of the building.

He is wearing some suit that makes him invisible.

She can also see the ship and makes a run for the opening,

getting inside before the alien.

 

group show 1975

Chicanismo en El Arte

 Vincent Price Gallery/Mechicano Art Center/Los Angeles County Museum of Art

(picture of Richard in oldies used for poster and in Artweek review)

 

designed logo for First Annual Latino Film festival 1997 of Marin

now gone international

 

group show 1975

Chicano Art

Office of the Governor, State of California, Sacramento
 

group show 1982

The Mexican Museum

Cinco de Mayo Inaugural Exhibit at Fort Mason Center

San Francisco

 

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my father who fought in World War 2 and Korea, a silver star and purple heart recipient. Surprised the **** out of me, when he told me to leave the country rather then be drafted, during  the Viet Nam conflict. It was not a just war, he believed. Our troops were being used for other purposes. No son of his was going to die for that. In his memory, I oppose this use of our troops in Iraq, may no son or daughter of yours be killed.

 

 

 

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