Purvis + Dillinger: American Field Goal

A Story by Abishai100

Dioramic history/folklore dramatization of the Depression-shine duo-tale of Dillinger-Purvis for Homeland qualia of crime/countenance.

A special John Dillinger and Melvin Purvis folklore adaptation. Thanks for reading,

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"The air was unsettled, and the flocks of folks lined in streets for relief for the Depression gave-way to stranger federalism angst, and we find Melvin Purvis working special investigations under the megaphone of J. Edgar Hoover, as the bank robbery spree of criminal/outlaw John Dillinger took-shape in the great American Homeland...and this required our protagonist 'prince' of law-inquiry (Mr. Purvis) to cast himself as diplomacy-excellent for the 'troubles' of federalism angst defining the Depression photos."

"MR. PURVIS: Our type cannot get the job done. Without qualified help, I would have to resign this appointment. Otherwise, I am leading my men to slaughter."

"J. EDGAR HOOVER: The cure to crime is not the electric chair, but the high chair."

MARY EVELYN: I know you're bad and dark.

DILLINGER: I'm gonna rob this bank and dine with you on the save Eve, lady.

MARY EVELYN: Seems like American Homeland 'stuff' makes for vanity.

DILLINGER: I've been in jail and I've robbed banks, and you're my cake, good.

MARY EVELYN: You no fear this Purvis-fellow, eh?

DILLINGER: If I wanna catch a movie at a showcase in Chicago, we're in love.

MARY EVELYN: Sure...a self portrait (ok).

"Sure, the Depression was no cake-walk, and sure Agent Purvis was considered a chess-excellent man for American Homeland 'stuff' of crime problem-solving for darkness/mysteries. Sure, Dillinger had been jailed, escaped; and he continued his spree, extracting some adventurism for escapism during this time of economics quills for qualia; and sure Melvin Purvis thought to make a rope for all things capitalism weighty for more insider-resilience for fortune waves. That's what makes the story of these two American characters photogenic for fiction/frill."

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PURVIS: Someone died a martyr in this type of agency-work tracking crime.

MEDIA: You believe Dillinger's more weighted than Baby Face Nelson, sir?

PURVIS: I'd not like to see some news-image for theater for bank angst now.

MEDIA: Well, the news makers have opted to make Dillinger a Robin Hood!

PURVIS: The role of the lawman is to sift through jitters, for the Ego.

MEDIA: Good...thanks, sir.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a teacher (cyber-homeschooling) in the Windy-City of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of federalism 'negotiations' for Earth (American Homeland) history-and-record. I chose to recount this very-special tale of Dillinger-Purvis, anecdotal and dramatized, for my account for students about a very-special theater in which Dillinger enjoyed a screening and was later (fatally) shot. Agent Purvis worked lie an ant as an agent for an 'agenda' that would serve as premonition for the hard-line work of the eventually formed-and-shaped FBI (wow).

I walk the campus of U-Chicago and enjoy 1930s-style American sandwiches and think of my work/study with 1930s federalism; and I think of my days in school myself, at Boston College, where cheers for the Eagles (football!) made for my (personal) interest in the motions of social tides and populations interest...in banks and capitalism and lawmen and diners and romance and tragedy and of course hard work (for the Ego).

What would I make of that stranger tale of Purvis and Dillinger, icons for American record for culture/trend negotiations chess-linked to federalism angst and is books/quills/qualia? What would you make of it (all this)? Was Dillinger a real antihero? Was Purvis an under-valued angel of God? Was the Depression a time when pre-FBI laurels made for records of romanticism and rationalism in equal lines? What would make of it? As I relay this dark 'faerie-tale' of Depression-era banks securities for American record, and I think of American storytellers/telling, I wonder if the Purvis-Dillinger dualism was (somehow) a premonition for our modern Selfie/consumerism 'culture' of wrought distances to self-idealization. Did Dillinger allow Purvis to catch him (intentionally) following a night's recreational viewing of a movie which was to be his last swan-escapism on Earth? What do you think (Facebook-like)?