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Show Acting Alone Page 107 Chapter Eight You see now, it was like this: Sgt. Spikey's mom, Mae Bell Wamsutter, had told Sgt. Spikey that his cousin Shannon's mom (Sgt. Spikey's aunt) had told Sgt. Spikey's mom that cousin Shanny had said that the big fat weird bearded man whose face Spikey had bashed in was a very talented professional ghostwriter genius man who was going to get hitched up with Shanny one day soon because they loved each other very much. (A touching sweet little creature, thought Sam, a barenaked guileless sweet little brown berry baby, thought Sam. That's howcome she was so nice to me in Mexico: she knew I was going to be rich soon due to her diplomatic efforts!) Now, Spikey was evidently so deeply greedy inside that he had been planning all along to exploit his own unfortunate experience and that of fifty-one other Americans during those fourteen months, to cash in on America's burning, morbid curiosity. And Spikey knew, as all dumbfucks know deep in their hearts, that if he was going to say anything he'd better get somebody to say it for him. (Shanny's voice would sweetly pipe up at this point and say, "But, Sammy. Why do you think of him as a dumbfuck? Why do you have to rate people by their smartness?" . . . "What better way to rate people, Shanny?" . . . "Why rate people at all? Why can't you just be a democracy, urn, person?" . . . "Because, sweet little Shanny, if you don't rate people you wind up pandering to the lowest common denominator, |
