In War-time A Man Is

Education Makes Us More Stupid Than The Brutes. A Thousand Voices Call To Us On Every Hand, But Our Ears Are Stopped With Wisdom.

There Is An Invisible Garment Woven Around Us From Our Earliest Years; It Is Made Of The Way We Eat, The Way We Walk, The Way We Greet People.

Each Day The Worst Of Our Faults, Our Deficiencies, Our Crimes, The Truth Of Our Lives, Is Stifled Under A Triple Layer Of Forgetfulness, Death And The Ordinary Course Of Justice.

Who Would Prefer Peace To The Glory Of Hunger And Thirst, Of Wading Through Mud, And Dying In The Service Of One's Country?

Little By Little, The Pimps Have Taken Over The World. They Don't Do Anything, They Don't Make Anything - They Just Stand There And Take Their Cut.