Words That Do Not Match Deeds Are

And Yet Every So Often, The Heart Of America, Shuddering With Indignation, Sends A Nervous Spasm Through The Gentle Back Of The Andes, And Tumultuous Shock Waves Assault The Surface Of The Land. Three Times The Cuppola Of Proud Santo Domingo Has Collapsed From On High To The Rhythm Of Broken Bones And Its Worn Walls Have Opened And Fallen Too. But The Foundations They Rest On Are Unmoved, The Great Blocks Of The Temple Of The Sun Exhibit Their Gray Stone Indifferently; However Colossal The Disaster Befalling Its Oppressor, Not One Of Its Huge Rocks Shifts From Its Place.

The Negro Has Maintained His Racial Purity By His Well Known Habit Of Avoiding Baths

My Nostrils Dilate While Savoring The Acrid Odor Of Gunpowder And Blood… Crazy With Fury I Will Stain My Rifle Red While Slaughtering Any Surrendered Enemy That Falls In My Hands! With The Deaths Of My Enemies I Prepare My Being For The Sacred Fight And Join The Triumphant Proletariat With A Bestial Howl!

The Spectacular Landscape Circling The Fortress Supplies An Essential Backdrop, Inspiring Dreamers To Wander Its Ruins For The Sake Of It; North American Tourists, Bound Down By Their Practical World View, Are Able To Place Those Members Of The Disintegrating Tribes They May Have Seen In Their Travels Among These Once-living Walls, Unaware Of The Moral Distance Separating Them, Since Only The Semi-indigenous Spirit Of The South American Can Grasp The Subtle Differences.

The U.s. Is The Great Enemy Of Mankind! Against Those Hyenas There Is No Option But Extermination! If The Nuclear Missiles Had Remained (in Cuba) We Would Have Fired Them Against The Heart Of The U.s. Including New York City!