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YES, I CONCEDE IT’S WHAT WE DO, 1492, SHOOT THE ARAWAK AND SIC POX ON THE SIOUX, POCKET CHANGE AND FUN CUT OUT SIXTY MILLION TONGUES, REDWOOD, OAK, AT EVERY TURN, SLASH AND BURN IT’S WHAT WE DO, GO TO PORTS ACROSS THE SEA AND HARVEST MEN WITH MUSCLES BARE TO TOIL IN OUR NEW EDEN, WITH RELUCTANCE GRANTING FREEDOM, WHIP AND SHACKLE, SLASH AND BURN BUT THOUGH IT MAY BE WHAT WE DO, ALL THAT HISTORY TENDS TO PROVE IS BEHIND EVERY MAN WITH MUTED MORALS STANDS A SILENT WOMAN
TODAY, WITH URGENCY I SAY AFTER RAZING NATURE’S MAJESTY MEN ARE TILLING FIELDS OF POISON IN ITS PLACE, THERE IS NO PRECEDENT FOR THIS, VIRULENCE DESCENDING DOWN UPON THE INNOCENT. AN INDUSTRY WHOLLY DEVOTED TO VIOLENCE, A TORRENT OF GUNS BLAZING, BLOOD PUDDLES AND TORTURINGS-TO-DEATH AND WHO ARE THE TARGETS? YOUR CHILDREN, THE HOPE OF THE NATION, DEGRADATION OF SOULS AS FRAGILE PSYCHES FALL WITH EVERY LOOK, THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY? THE COMIC BOOK!
SPRAY THE FIELD AND WE WILL SAVE THE CROP
THE YIELD PRISTINE NO EVIL PEST ESCAPE
CORPSES, KICKING, PUNCHING, STABBING, CHESTY WOMEN BURNED AND STRANGLED, SEE THE FLAW THAT OVERRIDES COMMON SENSE IN THE HUMAN MIND CONNECTING SEX AND VIOLENCE. PUBLISHERS OF PULP KNOW FULL WELL PICTURE LANGUAGE PENETRATES THE CHILD’S MIND, FOR THEREIN LIES A WEAK SPOT WHERE IMPULSES PRIMITIVE, LIKE SPORES OF DEADLY NIGHTSHADES HIDE. ADOLESCENT DREAMERS TURN TO THUGS AND SCHEMERS. SEDUCTION OF THE INNOCENT, AS CALCULATED AS THE PLANS FOR ANY HEIST OR MURDER
SPRAY THE FIELD AND WE WILL SAVE THE CROP
THE YIELD PRISTINE NO EVIL PEST ESCAPE
THE RAGS RUN ADS THAT THREATEN AND HUMILIATE THE CHILD, MAKE THEM CRAVE THE EASY LIFE. ERODE RESPECT FOR AUTHORITY, PARENTS, POLICE. THEN WE BLAME THE CHILD, GET TOUGH ON CRIME, PRIME THEM LIKE A LAMB, A SACRIFICE TO GODLESS PROFITEERS. WHAT FATHER IN HIS RIGHT MIND WOULD GIVE A BOY A MANUAL ON HOW TO BEAT THEIR FUTURE WIVES AND ROB THEIR FUTURE NEIGHBOURS BLIND? BUY A SWITCHBLADE, KIDS! LEARN TO USE A PELLET GUN! CRIME MAY NOT PAY, BUT IT SURE IS FUN!
SPRAY THE FIELD AND WE WILL SAVE THE CROP
THE YIELD PRISTINE NO EVIL PEST ESCAPE
SPRAY THE FIELD OR SEE THE CHILDREN FALL
HARVESTED BY EVERY SCYTHE OF GREED
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