6837. SO WHAT IF YOU

SO WHAT IF YOU

By just saying the words you can be as tacky as the

next  -  left-leaning or circumspect, right-winger or

central-city leaning neutral. It's all nothing; it's all

your genuflecting in a pool of shit and blood to make

amends and ameliorate your conscience. Go ahead,

go ahead, stand on your magic mountain and bellow.

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I have eyes, yet I see not, and ears, but I do not hear.

My last jar of Vaseline I used for crankcase oil in the

hopes the heat would break it down into a more liquid 

form. It worked as far as Iowa, and then I ripped the

main-rod. It's just like politics  -  all those little whores

sucking the big guy's weenie. I use that word only once,

here, to get past the usual censors of nothing but that.

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I put my engine to rest long time ago. Like Mao said,

'political power grows out of the barrel of a gun', and 

who am I to argue. Chinamen geek. Maxine Hong 

Kingston powerless witch-hunt lookalike bitch. Deng 

for dung, I always say about Chinese politics.

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Here, the old men are sitting around getting haircuts and

blanching about their testimonials dinners that went wrong.

Who dresses these guys? They get up in the morning like this?

I never wore shorts my entire life, and never will, and these

skinny-legged pinfoils are wearing orange and green and

red like some golf-course freaks on his way to their devil.

Wish fisherman's hats to boot. If any of them have a

pension, it's just to relieve their tension  -  they wouldn't

know what to do with anything anyway. Why bother.