My Little Armalite

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Marxists should by rights be grateful to get work stacking shelves. Are we going to say that? Like fuckery we are! Instead, we shall say (wait for it!) that if our right was not right after all, there is, in fact, obviously no such thing as Right and Wrong !
    â€” Christ yes, I’m starting to remember the theory. Phew!
    â€”Phew indeed. So prepare to play and stop whingeing about meaning !
    â€”OK. I will. I promise.
    â€”Then let us see. How the fuck have you managed to get your peers remotely interested in this arsehole poet of yours?
    â€”Well, he’s been on the TV a lot in Germany recently. Gone on to politics in Saxony. Won a seat in Dresden. Anti-Iraq War, anti-globalisation, you know the sort of thing. Doing very well. And the German government’s just collapsed, so I suppose that may have made a difference.
    â€”And you are, as I understand it, the only UK bozo who has been insightful enough or desperate enough to have kept the faith with him all these years?
    â€”It’s only thanks to me that he’s still on any bloody reading lists at all.
    â€”Grand so. You are thus sole gatekeeper to a man on the box. A hearty dose of the ould pomo schtick and you are home and dry, surely?
    â€”Yes, but I’ve forgotten how to do pomo, Eamon!
    â€”Johnny, all you do is ensure that your discourse remains non-judgmental, anti-patriarchal and free of the implicitly crypto-fascistic desire for an absolutist closure modelled on the psycho-cultural blueprint of the essentially aggressive and always potentially rapist male orgasm.
    â€”Coo.
    â€”Coo indeed. You deny the very notion of truth . Which you have to admit comes in kinda handy if the truth is that you dedicated your life to studying a shithole run by the Red Army that no longer even exists and the man you strung your whole career on was a lying KGB-funded whore.
    â€”Well, yes.
    â€”The lesson continueth. Surely to God, now, post-Iraq, faced with the New World Order, we know only too clearly that history ( HisStory/HerStory/OurStory/TheirStory ) is just that, a story, someone’s wholly fucking owned story, a myth propagated as propaganda by the current sole world hegemon and its consciously hired or unconsciously enlisted scribes and phallogical collaborators.
    â€”God, that was good. Phallogical .
    â€”You like it? Yes, I got a fair bit of topspin on that one, I fancy. Heh heh. So now, where was I? Ah yes. In 1961 the East Germans claimed that the wall which they had no intention of building was to protect society against capitalism, correct?
    â€”Yes.
    â€”And having indeed built this wall after all, they then shot anyone who was insane enough to try to escape to capitalism?
    â€”Well, yes.
    â€”Shite, these dictators make it tough, don’t they? I mean, if Pyongyang and Tehran only realised how easily they could get us Western liberals onside, eh? But let’s see. OK then. Now, in 1989, at the so-called ‘End of History’ everyone was ready to call the East German position a lie. One story of history had apparently triumphed. But is this really so clear now? From where we have now come to, does it not seem possible thatit is precisely walls that we need (and perhaps always needed) to protect viable and historically grounded societies –
    â€”Such as French society?
    â€”Such as French society. Good example. Everyone loves the French. Well, everyone except a few fucking irradiated Polynesians, but hey. Walls, yes, walls to protect functioning societies, such as French society, against the, the, let’s see now, against the …
    â€”How about against the global locusts of the free market ?
    â€” Global locusts ? Holy God, now I like that one. That’s never yours, is it? No offence, but it’s just too good to be John Goode.
    â€”No, the second most powerful German politician said it a couple of years ago.
    â€”Well, fair play to him, we’ll buy that for a dollar, I

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