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who will milk the cow and hack it into steaks, pack the vegetarian meals into partitioned trays for vegetarian air travellers if everyone longs only to crawl back into bed? I asked the Delphi Oracle;
she sat there staring into space like a flower child on peyote; her lips parted to faintly utter..."the third world;"
and for the first time in a long time I saw. I understood and never before was understanding so painful.
They'd recently put three conservatives in the Big Court and it wouldn't be long before the names of Oppenheimer, Eichmann, and Kennedy's brightest proteg‚ appeared on the Injustice Robe Company's bill of lading.
Third world vassals will do our milking, hacking and packing, and we can pretend to go to work, slip our parking cards into the sensor, then turn around, drive home and crawl back into bed-- COOL! A big pitcher of lemonade, a soft blanket, and some foreign films on video.
While the face of Crist¢bal Col¢n's India underwent intense rhinoplasty, the Peruvian Shining Path met with Tianaman Square students and all the angry oppressed who were fucking ecstatic that life is perpetual struggling, not suffering;
In the middle of an Apache burial ground, they all took the name of Pancho Villa and began strenuous classes in Kampuchean, Ibo, Batak, Khoi-san, Malay, and self-hypnosis, to make sure they never deviate from the battle to battle and battle until exploitation is an unfathomable mist and every bloody second is devoured like the peak of Carnaval;
They start every meeting by eating a piece of flag and a piece of money, salute the galaxies distributed over the universe on the surface of bubbles much like the head on a newly-poured glass of beer, then at the top of their lungs they scream their pledge:
Selamat malam, temansaya, mau pergi dengansaya untuk membunuh kereta api? which does not mean hey you gook carry my bags up to the fourth floor and kiss my wife's hairy ass, rather:
Good evening, my friend, would you like to go with me to kill a train?