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Show Anting Alone Page 222 Even though this was just a warm-up, the political theory guy had brung his big old milk can in the back of the official truck for the ceremonial drink, and also his fancy tape deck for the ceremonial polka music. The guys didn't like the drink, but they sure liked the polka music. The Hostages for Freedom and all the other young regular guys from these parts of Nebraska liked polkas better than any other brand of music including rock and roll and C and W, because polkas was fun to party to and also reminded you of your rich cultural heritage, too. Everybody lined up, already making secret grossout faces and noises because they had to drink the ceremonial drink, but the political theory guy said it was real important. "Ghengis Khan fed his Mongol hordes on raw mare's milk, and they were the greatest, most courageous fighting force Asia has ever seen! Drink to Ghengis Khan!" "Dingus gone?" whispered some joker in line behind Spikey. "Whose dingus is gone?" "Not mine!" yelled somebody else, and he proved it. They all practiced their Johnny Rebel whoop some more, just like when they were kids in the locker room back at Kiev High, just rowdy-butt kids all out of control, long ago. This ticked the political theory guy off, you could tell. But he swallowed it. He rushed all the guys up to the can, to dipper themselves out a couple mouthfuls of this real watery white stuff that the political theory guy swore up and down was mare's milk. "Druther have something cool like Kool Aid or something like that," said a few guys as they reached for the dipper. |