[1180] in Central_America
New quotes for Wed Dec 28
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Wed Dec 28 01:24:40 1988
Date: Wed, 28 Dec 88 01:27:25 EST
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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celine (Adam Weishaupt):
Hey, like, wow, man.
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datuv (Laura F Finkelstein):
Blue eyes. Baby's got blue eyes... (Gorgeous ones at that!!!!)
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smamros (Shawn Mamros):
Fall term locations:
Weekdays: Digital Equipment Corporation, Marlborough, MA
(508)490-8900
E-mail to: mamros%wmbr.dec@decwrl.dec.com
Weeknights and weekends: WMBR, 50-030, x3-4000
The few times I get some sleep: Ashdown House, room 401B, 225-9751
I didn't write the following, but I wish I had:
I think you have your distributers crossed. You ask Santa for toaster
ovens and fondue sets, you ask the "all powerful omni-entity" for
that old stand-by "world peace". But that, alas, has also been updated.
For immediate response, the kind usually reserved for toppling foreign
governments, one must now request "world peace through strength".
This will be supplied via the Stealth bomber and various "military
intelligence" parlor games such as mining the harbor at X-mas and
deflowering nuns. This is the new improved "world peace", wherein
we become the aggressor to discourage aggression, the oppressor
to reduce oppression, and the expansionist to eliminate expansion.
We may still regard ourselves as benign cowboys scooping damsels
away from the oncoming train, but the new rituals and high-impact
aerobic maneuvers of "peace through strength" has reduced us to
slaves of the pentagon elves. Furiously working through the night
assembling warheads to keep the "bad guys" at bay while our
citizenry sleep on grates. If the seventies were the "me" decade
than surely the eighties were the "fuck you " decade. I got mine,
you get yours. One can only hope the nineties will find us tiring
of the need to scare the living shit out of everything that moves,
finished with the notion that we must become the enemy to defeat
it and finally willing to invest in the health and goodwill of
our nieghbors instead of bankrupting our future by buying stock
in the prospect of apocalypse. So as we pass like salmon up the
spawning freeway lets take a moment to remove those garfield
things from our cars, throw Ollie North's traiterous ass in jail
and pray for the health of George Herbert Walker Bush, for beyond
his wavering preppie form lies the shadow of the Holy Quayle.
I hope this answers your question.
I'll have a double,
Bob Homburg
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