anti-intellectual-intellectual legitimation wank

[Mittelwerk at aol.com]

no wonder this list sucks . . . i didn't realize so many of you were so
fucking old!

'I was there at Berkeley, man, when the shit went down!  The REAL shit!  When
they started serving that godawful Vegan sausage, man!  I though I was gonna
puke . . .'

The way I sees it . . . this list has deteriorated (and LIKES IT! Jameson
style, man, see, I understand the man, we were in Cam Lo together, man !
 When the REAL shit hit the fan  . . . ') into three, uh, dialectical camps:
 

1)  The BODY-COUNT camp:  the ones who know what it's like on the STREET!
Who know about REVOLUTION and shit!  The Ones who were THERE when the shit
hit the . . etc. . . . 

and

2)  The I AM A, YES, I CONFESS, HA HA (erudite laughter), PYNCHONIAN WHO
ENJOYS PERUSING HIS MATERIAL IN THE BEE-LOUD GLADE WITH MY THUMB LODGED
SECURELY IN MY ANUS camp:  The Ones who have an inchoate sense of the WONDER
and AWE of what the Master is trying to convey.  

and thirdly, largely irrelevant, is 

3) The HICK camp:  rural, pork-loving folk who don't know exactly what a
TRACTOR or DAIRY-QUEEN or COP signifies, but know, in their fart of farts,
that by GOD, it has something to do with that STRANGE and WONDERFUL thing we
call America!