Ju-Ju Brush, me
and Party Time have been getting on famously.
He cooks and cleans and plays us little
Irish ditties on his tin whistle after supper.
Still, he hasn't been much of a help on
mine and Party Time's scheme of Credit Card Fraud. I think it is to
do with his personal morality stopping him from thinking creatively
or intuitively about it. Sort of like when the Puritanical lot ran
the show, nobody could think of any way of fucking outside of the
missionary position – then, with the gradual casting-off of mores –
from the advent of the printing press to Nietzsche and the pill, people tried it different ways, thought about it more
imaginatively, leading to porn & snuff, what we got now, turning a
profit more or less.
So that was why Ju-Ju had to get over the morality hump and think about things more imaginatively. If sexual liberation < snuff were any indication then amorality > self enrichment were the way to go. And I knew he had creativity flowing through his organs – his musical prowess proved this – but he had to harness this Gog/Magog given power, give himself over to it and abandon this self imposed morality, only a earthbound false construct anyway...
So I said to Ju-Ju, - Ju-Ju, look man:
There ain't no sin been committed in Credit Card Fraud. Nobody gets
robbed, nobody gets hurt. The bank pays out, baby! What you got
actually is a very moral act. We rob these people and the bank pays
em back, so in effect we robbin the bank, y'know?!
- Well you still are sort of robbing
somebody...-
- You fuckin serious? Really? I suppose
though banks and corporations got status as peoples now, don't they?
But they've robbed from the public purse in a massive transfer of
wealth. And now they aren't paying back their debt, but giving their
bosses big fuck-off bonuses again. If you lend your pal a fiver you
expect him to pay you back right? Well these fuckers aren't...so what
we're doin is beginning to re-right the balance of things.
- Yeah...but that's not really my
point...I mean some bank manager might get demoted, or a cleaner
might get laid off, -
- Fuck em...you not been listening what
I'm saying? Some bank manager gets the chop – he's a legitimate
victim...so to speak...
- And what about the cleaner? What about
him or her? That's the thing, ain't it? I mean I been fucked plenty
and it ain't pleasant, so I made a vow to myself never to fuck anyone
else....
-Fuckin hell then man. OK.
Boy's gonna take some work...
I took a walk out to clear my head and
think of new ways to talk Ju-Ju round when I found I'd dandered right
into town without even noticing. I began to wonder then about the new
Titanic fervor bubbling round here: the 'Unsinkable Ship' now never sunk, always
rising from the depths, exhumed from the deep deep sea in the shape of models,
and scale models, and life like models, and Hollywood (Mafia $$$
backed) Motion Pictures. I thought to myself: this phenomena, this
cultural attachment to a tragedy and a disaster, costing 3000 souls,
celebrated/commemorated and turned into a theme park attraction, a
Spielbergian vision of mass perishing. But we here seem to get beset
with tragedy and disaster, and while the Titanic was a tragic act of
God our latest run of tragedy and disaster in the shape of “The
Troubles” was completely man-made and also cost around 3000 souls
and (but also) pulls in the tourist pound. There has also been Hollywood
Motion Pictures made about The Troubles too, and no doubt when everything,
the rest of the 'Dirty War', gets swept under the carpet entirely and
occasionally apologised for, there'll be models, and scale models,
and life like models done in action figurines, and video games, and
nerdish reenactments, respectively.
So, I thought, if 3000 souls lost on a
sunken ship calls for a theme park, then 3000 souls lost to bullets
and Semtex can, too...and how much more fun that would be....sure,
fuck, it'd be like a day out at the LazerQuest so it
would!!!!!!!!!!!!
