This place would be a paradise tomorrow if every department had a supervisor with a sub-machine gun.
Love is the only weapon? Shit! Bullshit! Martin Luther King died with love! Kennedy
died talking about something he couldn’t even understand, some kind of
generalized love, and he never even backed it up. He was shot down.
Bullshit! “Love is the only weapon with which I’ve got to fight.” I’ve
got a hell of a lot of weapons to fight! I’ve got my claws. I’ve got
cutlasses. I’ve got guns. I’ve got dynamite. I’ve got a hell of a lot to
fight! I’ll fight! I’ll fight!
Let the night roar.
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