All The Gods Are Dead Except The

The Object Is For Everyone To Do Their Own Thing, But The Thing Is To Make One's Thing The Revolution.

We Have Dedicated Our Lives, Our Blood, To The Freedom And Liberation Of Our People, And Nothing, No Force Can Stop Us From Achieving Our Goal. If It Is Necessary To Destroy The United States Of America, Then Let Us Destroy It With A Smile On Our Faces.

The White Youth Of Today Have Begun To React To The Fact That The American Way Of Life Is A Fossil Of History. What Do They Care If Their Old Baldheaded And Crew-cut Elders Don't Dig Their Caveman Mops? They Couldn't Care Less About The Old, Stiff-assed Honkies Who Don't Like Their New Dances: Frog, Monkey, Jerk, Swim, Watusi. All They Know Is That It Feels Good To Swing To Way-out Body-rhythms Instead Of Dragging Across The Dance Floor Like Zombies To The Dead Beat Of Mind-smothered Mickey Mouse Music.

What America Demands In Her Black Champions Is A Brilliant, Powerful Body And A Dull, Bestial Mind.

In The Increasingly Mechanized, Automated, Cybernated Environment Of The Modern World A Cold, Bodiless World Of Wheels, Smooth Plastic Surfaces, Tubes, Pushbuttons, Transistors, Computers, Jet Propulsion, Rockets To The Moon, Atomic Energy Man's Need For Affirmation Of His Biology Has Become That Much More Intense.