the ides of march

[Terrance]

prozak at anus.com wrote:
> 
> (You can all call me names now for posting this. I admit it is in
> part tangential, except that most people haven't realized TRP's
> concept of multi-national manipulation of "left" and "right" and
> "good" and "bad" to distract us proles while they make the big bucks.
> Fight internationalism, globalism, and hell, FUCK MONEY.)

You're a working class Texan?  Oh goodness me. Pathetic. You would have
been a bureaucrat or a middle management flunky even if you loved money.
You have no idea what money is. What wretched sleepless nights you must
have worrying about the poor. Not that you really care. you can't do a
thing about it.  but you are so close to living in their pissed up
cardboard box. only you have a computer and a place to piss. what
passion have you for any undertaking? You can't do much. It's america.
you need money and you ain't got none. Forget it. Of course you hate
money and big bucks and globalization. ever been out of texas. I mean,
like to europe, to hong kong, to paris? you would sure like money if you
could go global, hopping from city to city, trotting round the globe.
the only exile you've known is to a basement. goodness me, it's no
wonder you think joyce sold out on his 2nd book. ever read shakespeare
under a street lamp? christ, can you imagine what a jack ass Blair
really was. down and out in Dublin and Trieste. giving latin lessons to
a german boat captain. yeah, jimmy sold out big time. don't worry, you
aint to blame for the rich and poor world. for your own slavery.
orphaned children, peasants, american working class boys never grow up
to be president of the usa or xerox. look at trp, a tarnished spoon, but
still a bit of silver. hell, if he marries his son right, the pynchon's
could be back to exploiting the poor in a decade or two. snicker at the
satanic or chrisitan in all this, you have no choice. it's no wonder you
call yourself anus. create ghosts of future, nocturnal luxury. dream.
dream of money. so much money that you have no idea that it has any
worth. it's just paper, just paper you sign to get what you want. if you
like, play with some it. buy things and sell things. why not. it's only
money. with enough green you can return to a primitive sun-worshipping
life and dance with the devils in pandemonium.