WITH ANDERSON TWO-BIT
Going back a ways, I can remember
his mother and father. Not that it makes
any difference because it's too far back,
but most of the traits I always see were
theirs as well. The father, always with that
black scowl and playing golf, and the mother
just standing in place, half-smile, at the sink.
I think even though she drove, she never went
anywhere. It was OK, in a family way.
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What makes the difference is not how it
was done, but what you take away from it.
Every kid grows up, like leaving a combat
zone. Some stay a real long time, but they
leave. The draw becomes a woman, the army,
perhaps, a fast car, a distant job. Even though
the old ways are fading, we still get stuck with
the same dynamic emotions.
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I think the country, before long, will crash,
Race-war, class warfare, revolt and anarchy.
Very soon now. There are to many things you
can't say. The end will come, guns and ammunition,
armored cars, stolen matter, judges and small-time
legislators killed. The act of the matter is, Jewish or
Islam, no difference - any of that ridiculous,
iron-age religion will do us in. Jews make vulgar
ridicule and coarseness current, Muslims give
us blood and guts. Christians do nothing at all.
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Pursuing the fleeing won't do it - the end-run around
the front lines will still lead to death and starvation and
the thirst from a lack or water will take us down
in a few simple weeks. When infants begin to
die in their mother's arms, you can bet your
frivolous ass it's over.
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