ENDURING EVIL

One wonders how the student protestors are observing Memorial Day. Probably with heresy and outrage. It must be grim in those pup tents. For people like myself, it means little other than to remember our parents and grandparents and their generation who did great things, endured much, eventually triumphed, and by doing so created the greatest era in American history. Back when the concept of the United Nations was new and bright, and we were justifiably on top of the world.

For the current crop of student protestors, who seem to be utterly clueless about very many things, it's all opaque. Things happened that were by their standards bad and to which they have no connection. Too much gluten and meat was consumed, marijuana was still illegal, and elderly white men exploited the poor blameless third world where otherwise nothing bad ever happened, as the happy peaceful natives were in touch with nature, lived in harmony with each other, built great monuments, and never even thought of exploiting each other or being mean. For sure.

Capitalism and the bourgeoisie had not been invented yet.
Until elderly white men ruined everything.
And outlawed dancing.


No wonder they're angry about stuff.

THE THIRD WORLD BEFORE THE ADVENT OF ELDERLY WHITE MEN: DEVONSHIRE

Because my apartment mate is home today (she's part of the system, and therefore probably co-guilty of exploiting the third world and forcing gluten and chemical additives on everyone, besides getting a day off), I shall perforce spend a lot of time outside smoking in public, and thus brutally killing the artistic and creative lungs of spiritual beings like third worlders and little children. And butterflies.

She's Chinese American. And we all know that Chinese Americans, as a model minority, are guilty of gluten, meat, and the enduring upshoring of the structures of oppression which keep the spiritual people of Africa, Asia, Latin America, and the peace-loving Muslim world in sad bondage and exploited. As well as tied in to standard definitions of gender, office cubicles, and not dancing ecstatically with South African, Cuban, and Palestinian flags. Nevertheless, she objects to tobacco smoke. I thoroughly enjoy my pipe (which symbolically represents colonialism, imperialism, and the evil connections of college admins to Israel and the arms industry), and I intend to have a few bowls irrespective of the holiday and the third world. Plus some dumplings and milk tea down in Chinatown.

There are container loads of white tourists in town. Avoiding them will take effort. Fortunately the alleys and cul-de-sacs generally scare them. There might by opium dens, fan tan tables, and white slavers there, and hordes of secret society gangsters just waiting to cheat their white asses out of money, bodily organs, virginities, or precious fluids, and buy their Midwestern Christian souls! So if I just stick to the shadows I'll be okay.


I'll have two pipes (probably a Dunhill and a Charatan), plus pipe cleaners and a tamper with me in addition to matches and tobacco. And I'll watch out for the Mongolian Death Worm, which I've heard lurks there. So I'll be fine. I promise.

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