Job Application

On a job application, the Real Revolutionist is always sure to note, “I don’t do regrets.”

The Revolutionist, above all men, remembers that the basic molecular structure of human affairs is “lead or be led.”  (Paradise, as described by many in the City, sounds much like a place wherein this relationship is never ambiguous or unsatisfying.)

In the City, being “civilized” is simply “Gimme” translated into, “If you please,” spoken by a man who may be armed.

I understand that this has absolutely no pertinence to our general field of interests, but I’ll mention it just the same:  Time turns even the vilest of conquerors into an acceptable hero.

(Don’t ever try and twist this around somehow and attempt to use it.)

I once heard a saying back in the City that went thusly, “Words are the coins of the wise,” but don’t overlook the fact that everyone, (including dolts), has equal access to the monetary system.

J.