message from baba

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MESSAGE FROM MY GREAT-GREAT GRAND FATHER  WHO WILL NOT TELL ME HIS NAME

 

My dear Son,

 

Us have fit the battle for 200 years and us still be fighting.

 

I command  you to read the thirty volume opus on the illegal history of North America, giving sustained notice to footnote 66,  Volume 13, page 943:

 

"In the post-future dystopia of the post-human world, the word DECORUM has been erased from every known language, and bio-mechanical  critters accepted the absence with devout stupidity.  The few of us who dared to complain were kidnapped and transported to North American death-camps..  Us prevailed. Us managed to overcome torture, to grow  fat and feisty on poisoned foodstuff, and to preserve our lives with ironic laughter."

 

My dear son, do not dishonor our sacrifices with lame-assed excuses about "progress." Fight and fight and fight. Fight to honor your mother.

 

With love,

 

Your baba

 

Jerry W. Ward, Jr.            May 2, 2021

 

 

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