Cruel Leaders Are Replaced Only To Have

Words Without Deeds Are Worthless.

...i Also Know - And This Won't Alter The Course Of History Or Your Personal View Of Me - That You Will Die With A Clenched Fist And A Tense Jaw, The Epitome Of Hatred And Struggle, Because You Are Not A Symbol (some Inanimate Example) But A Genuine Member Of The Society To Be Destroyed; The Spirit Of The Beehive Speaks Through Your Mouth And Motivates Your Actions. You Are As Useful As I Am, But You Are Not Aware Of How Useful Your Contribution Is To The Society That Sacrifices You.

Revolutions Are Not Exportable: Revolutions Are Created By Oppressive Conditions Which Latin American Countries Exercise Against Their Peoples.

This Is The Cuzco Asking You To Pull On Your Armor And, Mounted On The Ample Back Of A Powerful Horse, Cleave A Path Through The Defenseless Flesh Of A Naked Indian Flock Whose Human Wall Collapses And Disappears Beneath The Four Hooves Of The Galloping Beast.

Its Tall Chimneys Throw Up Black Smoke, Impregnating Everything With Soot, And The Miners' Faces As They Traveled The Streets Were Also Imbued With That Ancient Melancholy Of Smoke, Unifying Everything With Its Grayish Monotones, A Perfect Coupling With The Gray Mountain Days.