The smoldering remains of Submarine L-21 could be seen for miles beyond Pearl Dive Harbor. Chief Naval Commander Phillip “Christmas Tree” Jones stood close to what once was the docking area, surveying the damage & destruction wreaked upon what was his once shining prized beauty.
“Fascists,” he thought. “The fascists have struck again.
Yes friends, those evil fascists are out & about again, terrorizing and destroying anything and anybody that either crosses their path or see fit to wreak havoc. Why? Because the way a fascist thinks, he or she (as is the case) you cannot reason with. They have no brains whatsoever; rather their brains are in a vegetative state; a “brain-freeze” if you will. It is ignorance on parade as far as the naked eye can see.
But there is no such thing as a born fascist; no my dear friends, fascists are trained at a young tender age, almost instantly after being delivered out of the womb, the programming begins.
The instruction includes, but is not limited to: television, films, educational learning facilities (later institutions), storybooks, computer programs, the Internet, radio, newspapers, cartoons, electronics, house of worships & later down the road, at the age of seven, jobs, like washing cars or dogs, selling lemonade on hot sidewalks during the summer months without a permit, mowing the grass, babysitting the baby (sic) and a host of a lot of little jobs to be done around the house for mommy, daddy, grandparents and other relatives.
Later on, as the young trainee approaches high school and gets that basic burger-flipping or clothing store rack helper job, that’s when the fun begins. You get to learn all about the fun & exciting world of what to do as a young trainee and what not to do. As a teenager, one can go through several jobs in throughout their fine and dubious careers as pimply-faced kids disguised as young trainees with a mission; to act naïve and get paid for doing so little.
By the time the teenage trainee has reached college, they have a semi-decent pattern down-pat…sort of. As they make their way through college, jobs get more interesting, like say beer-runner, party stripper, cheap date (for both genders), whore, slave-monger, typist, newspaper deliverer, pizza boy/girl and if they’re really lucky a valuable internship that teaches them absolutely nothing other than how to dress for the real world and the valuable dos & don’ts of how to hit on the boss for a favor or two.
When they have graduated college, be it in four, five or 10 years, then they go for broke! The real fascism training skills that they’ve learned from the wee years to the me years really comes in handy, because now they must get a job the only way they have been taught how to, either legitimately through the newspapers, college job boards & the Internet or by the ways they’ve been taught by previous fascists who’ve gone before them, which is through political connections, family friends, special privileges and/or favors.
But even on their first new job, there may be further training skills these eager fascist might be required to learn, such as spying on others, intimidation techniques, learning to walk properly and stare down others while feeling the power flow straight to their bowels.
Even the most common of people have received their jobs through the good old fascist folks network; um, that is unless of course the family owns the company and just lets them muck it up after 50 solid years of good business. That indeed, is a good little fascist! They have been taught well!
Above all dear friends, please remember that fascism is kind of like a little club, although is some respects it seems more like a cult, where its members carry out what they are told to do. They will get the job done, no questions asked. We call them “pets.”
And finally, what are a fascist’s most longed for desires, you ask? Being paid well enough to lick, kiss or suck boot and/or face, as well as promises of food, drinking binges, cheap plastic travel mugs (that will most certainly be lost within the first week of employment) and last, but not least; love.
Love, perhaps is the most important of all those desires. It means that if you do your work correctly as all fascists seem to know how, then you will get the little pat on the head almost daily or a special privilege to share a dirty joke, goof off on the clock, talk to the boss about the “big game” on the tube the previous night, promote and actively push office betting pools or something just as sufficient.
Fascism is the way to go! I knew I never should have studied to be a journalist, a performer, throat-singer, songwriter or a poet! Fascism is way cooler than anything I could ever dream of being! Oh, how I long to be a fascist like all of my successful friends!
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