[Toot!] Index: 3.2
Communism Bit: On
Location: Job, of course
My Mama says I am `all heart and no brains'. That I am a fanatic, once I choose something. I think she's right. Back then, Baz told me: `You think you're moderate, but you're an extremist.' Again, that sounds true. And then, the latest, Kenyanchick said (here) `... I doubt that 27th is capable of making a respectful, coherent and logical argument.' Hehehe. Well, again, I agree.
Mostly, I will go off at the beak screaming propaganda for the effect on me and the surrounding. And you know, one of the basics of Newspeak in 1984 was speaking without thinking. Duckspeaking, you know. Doubleplusgood.
Still ... until the Americans stop supporting a certain issue, I will oppose it (from the heart, not the head) as part of the anti-Imperialist struggle. Come, O Great Revolution. If I involve the head, I may side with the 'Mericans. Not good for the Revolution. Still ... I'll try sanity next time.
And if I want to get laid, I better wise up—girls generally don't like a guy who thinks summary executions are sexy. Who supports, for captured spies, a firing squad then a trial. No telling what kinks he may reveal later on ... :o)
Funny that Baz and Kenyanchick echoed exactly what one of my two angels told me. The angel that sits on my right shoulder, called Ange au Droit once told me to `think, think again, then talk'. The angel on the left, called Jude is his younger sister's opposite. He replied, in that same argument, that `Before you're done thinking, the Americans will have brain-washed another potential fighter ... propaganda is all that matters for now.'
You'd think I shouldn't trust Jude, since he leads me to more trouble than smiles, but he feels (to me, anyway) like the voice of reason. He has an abrassive personality, and often crosses over to the right to make his sister cry. I separate them (one of the reasons I always grew big hair was to keep a barrier between Jude and Ange), and Ange complains in sobs, sometimes I pocket Jude, I promise to keep better watch ... and it happens again, when I put Jude back on the left shoulder. (They are the size of a thumb, and weigh nothing.) But besides that, he's practical and pragmatic. Right now, I don't have them both.
Last Wednesday, Jude harassed his sister, so I put him in the pocket to stop the war. Sadly, I forgot to remove him from the jeans today, when I was taking the clothes for washing. I remembered after getting here, and I ran back. Ange was really worried. I ran over to get my jeans, and found them already soaked in detergent. I checked, got him out, and left them both at home, Ange trying to help her bro recover from the shock of cold detergent. I'm sure Jude would have said `No, let's leave her there and see what happens ... experiment, you know.' He's weird like that. But, at least, now he will learn the dangers of disturbing Ange ...
(Also, my argument has been redeemed. Women make better teachers. Why? Because smarter humans make better teachers. It doesn't take a lot of brains to be on top during sex—or to be a war-monger, for that matter. But it takes refined minds to make great teachers. Men are inferior to women.)