On 2005-09-27 19:43:00, Anonymous wrote:
"I'm sorry Stripe, did you forget that staff members sat on the front row, went through the program just like you, and received plenty of the "medicine.""
Gee... yeah, I did. Ya know, for some reason wonderfulness of a staff member's presence on the front row just escaped me. I guess the glory of all it just did not make a very big impression on me. Or maybe I just don't care anymore. Or maybe it doesn't fucking matter where they sat - the fact is:
THEY EITHER QUICKLY FORGOT the "medicine" that was heaped on them or they got no real "medicine" at all. I doubt a real drug addicted street person (which is what most staff members were, right?) would care about the taste of "medicine" when the reward for taking it and going along with the program was total power, a crib, and three squares a day. And all ya gotta do is say this stuff ? Sounds like a real high calling to me. No pun intended.
Don't even try to recap how hard the work was or how long the hours were or how UNGRATEFUL all those little pukes in the warehouse were. Those guys and girls could have walked anytime. UNLESS - OHMYGOD, they were brainwashed or severaly "dain-bramaged" by the experience and believed they would die and/or their cushy little sex stereo-typed sex-segregated world would implode if they did leave.
Ya just can't have it both ways.