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Show Page 221 Spikey didn't get to hear the name the foreigners was called. The political theory guy was saying, "They can't disguise their rat's nest with an American name. Wheatville? What do they take us for? They're nothing but a bunch of wheatniks!" The political theory guy must of figured it would be a hoot to call the foreigners wheatniks. He wasn't a farming man like the rest of them, not even a Nebraskan. He was brought in from out west. So he didn't know any better. None of the guys including Spikey liked the joke. They all were called wheatheads before when they rode into places like Lincoln and met up with the city slickers. The political theory guy waited a second after he said "wheatniks," but he didn't get Johnny Rebel whoops. That-was.the only pause of quiet he made in his warmer-upper speech that didn't get Johnny Rebel whoops, though. "These wheatni - er, people have skin that is exceptionally thick and sallow and greasy. If you were to take an acetylene torch to their faces it would have little or no effect." Pause and whoops. This morning was going to be their first time out of Kiev on a road trip all together like a club. It was going to be a kind of warm-up maneuver, to warm up the Hostages for Freedom for some real business some day in the future with M-16's and frag grenades and flamethrowers and everything up in the hills someplace. An all-out war on the humanistical socialists. That's what the scuttlebutt was. Except Spikey didn't know whether he believed the guns and grenades and flamethrowers part. |