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Show Acting Alone Page 443 longer need worry about being accused of homophobic insecurity, just of fastidiousness and impatience with pietistic liberality and concern for the preservation of the family unit. Go ahead and even use the obscene terms." "Fag. Fairy. Fruit. Flit." Like a robot now Sam rattled off the words. "Yes, that's right. You've got it. Those are words that will look good on newsstands all across America." "You got answers coming out your ass, don't you? What kind of agent are you? What sales have you made to major publishers in the past year? Howcome you're not in the LMP? What is it, too many scruples or not enough legit sales? Huh?" A psychosex bio. Of a Jewish kid who becomes first a juvenile delinquent with pyromaniacal tendencies; then a freelance arsonist periodically in the employ of slumlords like Mustafa Agahian, the Shah's Salt Lake nephew; then a self-employed terrorist of the more or less random, sexy variety. Then it follows as the the night the day, the heroin the marijuana, he enters the liberal University of Chicago, gets corrupted and utilizes the knowledge and sick ideology gleaned there to become an electronic spy for Soviet Russia. He engages in such hemisphere-jeopardizing activities as electronically causing that single silver astronaut glove that Norad tracked floating through space at the cost of hundreds of millions of taxpayers' dollars to flip the bird at all the heartless moles under Cheyenne Mountain. By extension, the seditious little runt has flipped the bird unforgivably at America herself. (Sam, of course, was making up his own details here, for the agent hadn't exactly provided a wealth of research material on how this radar bullshit works. The |