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| hunting, raw material, nuclear history, professional organization of english majors, cybersquare, mtv, simple party food, support, realaudio, prank calls, lubricants, wing commander, fatman and little boy [dvd], jethro tull, russian literature, publishing, florida, navigation, | They DID, every single one of them, bomb Pearl Harbor, mushroom cloud no? – by accepting the cleansing fire of The Bomb, saved millions of lives, or whatever Harry Truman and Friends said, so fuck’ em. They’re martyrs and they or their surviving friends and family should be proud, damn proud, of all that they sacrificed for peace on earth. Well, now you have children of your own to offer to The Fat MAN. Don’t bother locking their doors or barring their windows – you can’t save them from THIS Midnight Rambler. They’re HIS, or will be. Why do you mushroom cloud think HE let you reproduce? It’s perfectly natural. The way of things. You’re not a tax-evader, are you? You paid for HIS salary and benefits, his golden parachute and steely Bomb, didn’t you? Might as well let the little tykes enjoy the experience of offering themselves (actually, you offered them) to the Fat MAN. |
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| of the flesh. Of course, you were further instructed in the ways of the Fat MAN by old photos of the A-Bomb fireball and mushroom cloud in russian literature black and white – russian literature so passé. The H-Bomb was always in color when you opened your sacred American History text to Eisenhower or later. Its hellish orange sucked all light and color from the room. You and your classmates stared in darkness, the same russian literature darkness in which you were all, yes even cute little Jack or Jill or whomever you had such a sweet, child crush on, felt the Bomb between his tight, butt cheeks, her raw, bald vulva. Even they were taken by the Fat MAN, who whispered, “Love me, love me,” to them too. Don’t feel cheap, used. Nobody’s special in HIS eyes. We’re all part of a team. One Nation under HIM. If you were lucky, Rod Serling helped you through your temporary confusion, so confident in his black suit and tie and holding his cigarette, leaving Burgess Meredith alone with broken glasses, a smoldering world, and piles and piles of obviated tomes… Anyway they, the worthless Jap citizens of Hiroshima and Nagasaki – they were the ENEMY, weren’t they? |
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