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BREWTOWN, USA NOBODY PARTYS LIKE WISCONSIN AMERICANO BAR TALK by A Modern Day Bohemian Vagabond Adult Content Ladies Hustlers Whores Gangsters Princesses Shysters Strippers Players Rebels Starlets Gamblers Image by Trobir. Licensed under the CCPL, Creative Commons. A NOVEL OF DRAMA VIOLENCE HUMOR AND SEX i TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue iv Chapter 1 Obamacare/Does anyone care ? 1 Chapter 2 Gentlemen's Club/Cassandra 7 Chapter 3 Nightmares of the Ex Wife 22 Chapter 4 Teamsters and the Hoffa Spirit 33 Chapter 5 The Gamblers Code 42 Chapter 6 Papa's Wild Friends 50 Chapter 7 Sexy Mademoiselle 62 Chapter 8 I love Lipstick Lesbians 72 Chapter 9 Country Hoedown 90 Chapter 10 Dinner with Fred Zany 109 Chapter 11 Center Street Malik 125 Chapter 12 The Ghost of Tooz 141 Chapter 13 I meet the Queen of Sheba 154 Chapter 14 Carlos Visits Milwaukee 164 Chapter 15 Got me a San Francisco Library Card 181 Chapter 16 Government: The Enemy of the People 205 Chapter 17 Sister Ellen of the Dominicans 222 Chapter 18 I lost God's Cell Phone Number 241 Chapter 19 Watch Me Pull a Politician out of my Hat 256 Chapter 20 Humpty Dumpty Meets the Inquisition 279 Chapter 21 Bullshit makes the World go Round 305 ii Chapter 22 Beware of Gothic Samantha 325 Chapter 23 Professor McApples and the Jesuits 360 Chapter 24 The Zionist are Coming for You 407 Chapter 25 In Love with a Rosicrucian 474 Epilogue 484 iii “AMERICANO BAR TALK” Written by A Modern Day Bohemian Vagabond. Prologue The back alleys, dusty back roads, and dead ends of America's drinking establishments have produced the heart wrenching stories of struggle, laughter, brilliance, immorality, criminality, addiction, and the hope of a better tomorrow. The characters come from all walks of life including the ignorant, insane, thug, genius, businessman, artistic intellectual, free spirit, and the common working man. Each one temporarily fills our soul along with the spirits of our choosing, with grandiose dreams of possible achievements; only to be lost in the after effects of returning to sobriety when the last call is bellowed out by the bartender. Travel with me and discover these lost souls of America as they reach for the stars against all odds, in their politically unorthodox manners and unconventional demeanors. Sail into the lowly nightlife as if it were a cloudy dream and discover the real heart of the United States pounding in discussion, thought, and bold reckless actions. Judge not and hold back on the Victorian societal mental conditioning and Christian values, for when you are exposed to the underworld of thought and action, you iv will find it hard to distinguish the good from the evil in your everyday lives from here on. You're world and all your so called previous values will come crashing down as you are mentally set free. You will be swooned into the true realities that this world as you have previously known it, has been a charade of disguised lies to enslave your thought process, and profit off your ignorance by designed mental conditioning. Once the fog has lifted a new value system shall emerge from within which shall be of a much higher order than what government, organized religion, or the business community has given you. True enlightenment and freedom will be bestowed upon you, once the chains of mental conditioning are broken. One will be allowed to rise up to the clouds making a romanticized version of this world, appear one small step next to that reality. Boldly step up to the challenge and go forward to discover this life, for you only have a very short time to make a miniscule difference, before you permanently fade into nonexistence. Now open the novel and consume at a leisurely pace, since nothing in this world is really that important; except for the tax dollar Uncle Sam is waiting for from the purchase of this book. Now I must apologize to Uncle Sam, for this book is a charitable gift to humanity on behalf of truth. v Chapter 1 “Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game” Voltaire On a cold fall day somewhere on the lower Southside of Milwaukee, I entered one of the saloons for a bottle of Miller Lite. The bartender was a giant of a lug with a half barrel for a belly, as rock hard as a pregnant woman. In a boisterous Viking ceremonial scream he shouted out, "Hey, I am the Pollock who runs this joint. What the Hell can I get you?" I advised him of my drink of choice and he began telling me about the history of his establishment. He told me, "Things have not been the same on this side of the city since that Goddamn Father Groppi in the 1960's, started marching over the 16th street viaduct with the Jungle Bunnies. Now every Hooligan can set up camp here and trash the neighborhoods looking for a free ride." He reminisced about the decades of achievement and stability of the city under the former Mayor Maier and Police Chief Brier. He proudly displayed his portrait on the wall with him and the former decades long term, 4th District United States Polish Congressman, the legendary and once prominent Clement Zablocki. The evening news came on in the tavern with President Obama rallying about the positive effects the Affordable Care Act will have on every American across the country. This drew jeers and laughter across the bar. One of the customers states, "I read the whole Obamacare law which is 906 pages of hoopla allowing a loophole for everyone in the insurance industry, pharmaceutical, and government a convenient way around the 1 law; to benefit themselves at the expense of every American from poverty level to the supra wealthy. Basically, this is a tax increase on every American without having to pass a formal blatant tax bill. Everyone will have less coverage at higher rates. President Obama even cut federal funding to low cost clinics that provide services to the working poor. So, it is hard for him to blame Governor (Doublespeak) Walker for not going along with him concerning increasing expanded coverage for Medicaid patients. This scam plan originally came out of the conservative think tank Heritage Foundation in 1989 and was sold to the American people as a progressive and well balanced idea of a capitalistic version, of Western Europe's socialistic universal healthcare coverage. Now the Heritage Foundation is presently diametrically opposed to the implementation of Obamacare and denies it's origins. Politics of spin and opportunism. Obama used skilled rhetoric of a polished used car salesman to sell this Adam Smith for profit system to gullible Americans who envisioned things on the terms of successfully run programs like Social Security, Medicare, and even Medicaid. When the African American community finally figures out they have been bamboozled and hoodwinked by their own brotha, they are going to be eagerly and impatiently waiting to tie a noose around his corporate “Uncle Tom” neck on MLK Avenue in Washington, D.C." Pollock yells out, "Jimmy, where do you get all those crazy brain surgeon ideas in your head? You need to get laid and quit reading all those damn newspapers and books. No one gives a shit. Ignorance is bliss. Look at me, I graduated from Pulaski, I didn't learn a damn thing but I am a successful businessman. I love this fucking country!" 2 At that moment, three gruff looking bikers walk into the bar and order three bottles of Pabst. The bartender engages in subtle quiet conversation with them at the end of the bar. Someone hits the jukebox and the song Cocaine Blue's sung by Johnny Cash comes blaring from the speakers. The joint starts to come alive as Stella a beautiful has- been in her 40's begins dancing all around the bar, promising each man a good time; if he buys her next drink. Rodney, a neighborhood drunk stands up and shouts, "This shot of Jameson is to the new Jesuit Pope: May he be productive in good deeds, merry in his creed, stay away from young boys, and find a good house cleaning lady to take care of his manly needs." Danny Boy walks into the bar and is greeted with cheers, laughter, and hugs. Danny Boy was an ex prize fighter who in the 1950's fought many times at the local Eagles club that existed one upon a time in Milwaukee as a fraternal order, gym, dance joint, and social club. Danny Boy was a mover and a sticker and rarely got hit during his boxing career. His persuasive talk and charm even in his 70's was an inspiration to the down trodden. Danny Boy was the bar novelty who once worked with the local mob, that took orders out of Chicago from a bygone era. Danny Boy dressed sharp and drank heavy in a jovial manner. He is considered a grand historian on Irish history and was born in Dublin, Ireland. He had 13 brothers and sisters back in Ireland of which only three are still living. All of this information was passed on to me by a man named O'Reilly who was a dear friend of Danny Boy, who purchased myself a beer and a shot; as a new patron to their fine establishment. O'Reilly expressed his love for Ireland which he visited on numerous occasions.