Running Dog

You have to name your weapon before you can use it to kill.

What’s zookie?”
“Jewish nookie.”

It was all so real. It had such weight. Objects were what they seemed to be. History was true

It was a course in dying. In how to die violently. In how to be killed by your own side, in secret, no hard feelings. They’d been grooming him. They’d spotted his potential, his capacity for favorable development. All this time. It was a ritual preparation.
We are teaching you how to die violently. This is the only death that matters, steel or lead or tungsten alloy, death by hard metal, taking place in secret. To ensure the success of the course, we ourselves will kill you.

You return to your origins. What’s old age but a kind of jaded infancy? You get physically smaller. You start to babble. You become sexually neuter.”

People are born conservative. They have to learn how to be liberal. In substance, at the bedrock, we’re all of us conservative. People at the helm, I’m talking about. Lloyd’s an instance of this

Vic Tanny imbeciles with their goggles, their male jewelry, their sculptured hair. It’s like helmets they’re wearing. It never moves, short of an earthquake. Get them out of here with their dipping shirtfronts, with their space boots. I want normal for a change. I want ordinary. People with real hair. I want less orgasmics around here. Everybody looks like they’re climaxing. I walk into the warehouse, there’s live bands, people writhing. I get on the plane, they’re still shaking, it never stops. What happened to normal? Where is normal?”

you’re an Indian, that’s not your name, what you’ve been telling people all these years. What’s your real name, your Indian name?”
“Running Dog,” he said

by these disclosures.
“Fascinating, yes. An interesting word. From the Latin fascinus. An amulet shaped like a phallus. A word progressing from the same root as the word ‘fascism.’ ”

Tell him to piss up a rope,”