Conversation · Measurehead

"THE UNPROMISING RACE PUPIL RETURNS."

"Kim, what do you think about this?"

"I think this racist is better than the last -- but the next racist will be the really good one."

That will be the...

"That will be our lucky racist!"

"He will grant us three wishes."

"YOUR PAEDOMORPHIC FRIEND HAS QUICK WITS." He leans in to inspect: "A PROTRUDING OCCIPUT AND AN INDENTED ZYGOMATIC BONE..."

The lieutenant does not flinch.

"YOU SHOULD KEEP HIM CLOSE. THE CONGENITAL DEFECT OF FARSIGHTEDNESS DOES NOT RENDER HIM A COMPLETE INVALID. HE STILL HAS THE USE OF HIS MIND."

"How do you know there will be a next racist?"

"There always is."

"RACE IS REALITY." He nods approvingly.

"I liked the previous racist better, actually."

"Hmh." He seems surprised at your choice of racist, but then slowly nods.

"THAT IS UNDERSTANDABLE. THE PREVIOUS RACIST WAS PROBABLY AN OCCIDENTAL, AND DID NOT PROVE A REAL ADVERSARY."

"These cops are just jealous, Jean-Luc."

"I don't think anything about this. We're wasting our time having this conversation."

"YOUR PAEDOMORPHIC FRIEND IS RIGHT. YOU SHOULD LEAVE HERE, WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, CONTEMPLATING RACE EXTINCTION. I AM AN IMMOVABLE OBSTACLE."

"I think I know what the Race Enigma is."

"AND?"

"This racecraft is what rich people want us to do while they get all the money."

"LOOK, BABE. THE RICH-MAN HAS HUMILIATED AND EMASCULATED THIS COPLET. HE CAN ONLY THINK IN BASE MATERIALIST CATEGORIES AND FEMININE ABSTRACTIONS LIKE MONEY."

"Rich man really fucked him over, Jean." The woman looks half-bored.

"HIS RAGE IS ALREADY PLAYED OUT ON THE STAGE OF HISTORY -- AS THE GROTESQUE TRAGEDY OF REVOLUTION. ALL IT CAN ACCOMPLISH NOW IS IMPOTENT ACADEMIC TEXT AND NEUROSYPHILITIC ROCK AND ROLL MELANCHOLIA."

He turns to you. "YOU COULD HAVE USED THIS OPPORTUNITY TO OVERCOME YOUR NARROW, AL GUL RAVAGED IDENTITY. INSTEAD OF UNLOCKING THE RACE ENIGMA, YOU ATTEMPTED TO ADD TO IT -- UNSUCCESSFULLY."

"TAKE SOLACE FROM THE FACT THAT THESE THOUGHTS..." He points to your head. "WILL NEVER ENTIRELY LEAVE YOUR BRAIN. THEY WILL BE WITH YOU ON THE DAY YOU DIE -- THE ONLY GERM OF HEROISM IN YOUR BODY. NOW GO, I HAVE BEAUTY AND TRUTH TO DISCUSS WITH MY WOMAN."

"Damn, Jean, how are you so romantic..." the woman swoons.

Was there an out of this for you with success. Or was the rhetoric game rigged? I can't tell...

He turns to you. "IMPOTENT CLASS WARRIOR, I TAKE PITY ON YOU. YOU CLEARLY WANT TO ENTER THE HARBOUR BAD. LIKE A LITTLE BOY WHO WANTS TO GO ON THE POTTY. I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON FOR YOU -- IT WILL OPEN THE DOOR."

"I don't need your pity. The working class will rise in a sea of blood and you and your rich-boy master will drown in it." [Leave.]

"That's all I wanted."

"VERY WELL. YOU MAY ENTER THE DOOR ONCE." He punches the emergency button with his fist. "OUR RACE CONVERSATION HERE HAS CONCLUDED."

"Finally." The lieutenant impatiently gestures toward the door. "Let's go."

"It's whatever you want it to be. It's a free association language exercise: degenerate, race hero..."

"LOOK BABE, WHEN CONFRONTED WITH THE HARSH TRUTH OF HIS DEMISE THE MELANCHOLIC ACADEMICIAN STARTS FIDDLING HIS OWN GENITALIA. HIS BALD SPOT BETRAYS THAT HE IS A COMPULSIVE MASTURBATOR."

"That's disgusting, Jean." The woman's young face crumples up in displeasure.

"IT IS. BENEATH THE VENEER OF ACADEMIC JARGON THE LIBERAL THEORIST IS A BEAST, A SEXUAL MANIAC AND A DEPRAVED NIHILIST. LIFE IS A GAME TO HIM. WORDS ARE MEANINGLESS. NO ONE IS ACCOUNTABLE FOR ANYTHING."

He turns to you. "NIHILISTIC SEX MANIAC, I TAKE PITY ON YOUR URGES. YOU CLEARLY WANT TO ENTER THE HARBOUR BAD, LIKE A LITTLE BOY WHO WANTS TO GO ON THE POTTY. I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON FOR YOU -- IT WILL OPEN THE DOOR."

"I'm not a depraved maniac, I was just making an observation. Forget it, I will get into the harbour some other way." [Leave.]

"That's all I wanted."

"Paradoxically, you plan to supersede the Occidenals with their own race theory."

"LOOK, BABE, THE MINION OF LAW IS ALSO A RACIST. BUT HIS RACISM IS BASIC AND ROTE. HE THINKS HE HAS SOLVED THE GREAT RACE ENIGMA BY DESCRIBING A ROTE MECHANISM OF SCIENTIFIC COMPETITION."

"So un-advanced..." The woman looks half-bored.

"THE BASIC RACE EDUCATION HE RECEIVED IN HIGH SCHOOL HAS LED HIM TO THINK HIS PHYLUM ARE THE SOLE AUTHORS OF RACE THEORY -- AN ESOTERIC STUDY REACHING BACK TO THE ANCIENT MASS SOCIETY OF PERIKARNASSIS, OVER 4,500 YEARS AGO."

He turns to you. "BASIC RACIST, I TAKE PITY ON YOU. YOU CLEARLY WANT TO ENTER THE HARBOUR BAD. LIKE A LITTLE BOY WHO WANTS TO GO ON THE POTTY. I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON FOR YOU -- IT WILL OPEN THE DOOR."

"I'm not a racist and I don't need your help." [Leave.]

"That's all I wanted."

"It's just something you shock people with. Liberal and progressives people."

"LOOK BABE, THE PETULANT ROCK AND ROLL REBEL THINKS THE RACIAL SYNTHESIS EXISTS TO RANKLE HIS SENSIBILITIES. IN HIS HALL-OF-MIRRORS EXISTENCE, EVERYTHING IS INSINCERE -- EVEN NATURE."

"I knew he wouldn't get it, Jean." The woman looks half-bored. "He's like a cop or something."

"YOU THINK HE IS AN OLD MAN, BUT INSIDE HE IS A TEENAGER, WHO ONLY SEES HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR. TRUTH IS STANDING IN THE EYES OF HIS LIBERAL CLIQUE, ORGANISM IS A SPECTACLE FOR THE RRC RADIO 1 MORNING SHOW."

He turns to you. "DEGENERATE SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, I TAKE PITY ON YOU. YOU CLEARLY WANT TO ENTER THE HARBOUR BAD. LIKE A LITTLE BOY WHO WANTS TO GO ON THE POTTY. I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON FOR YOU -- IT WILL OPEN THE DOOR."

"I don't need your pity. And you misunderstood me, I'm not a liberal, I just... am I a liberal?" [Leave.]

"That's all I wanted."

"It's about you being conflicted about your Kojka girlfriend, isn't it?"

"LOOK, BABE, WHEN CONFRONTED WITH THE DEMISE OF HIS ENTIRE RACE, THE BOURGEOIS ALCOHOLIC DEGENERATE FOCUSES ON GOSSIP. OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES ARE A REFUGE FOR HIM -- FROM THE BURNING RACE WRECKAGE OF HIS OWN."

"That's just tactless, Jean." The woman doesn't even look at you.

He turns to you. "EFFEMINATE GOSSIP-MONGERER, I TAKE PITY ON YOUR TABLOID DRIVEN URGES. YOU CLEARLY WANT TO ENTER THE HARBOUR BAD, LIKE A LITTLE BOY WHO WANTS TO GO ON THE POTTY. I CAN PRESS THE BUTTON FOR YOU -- IT WILL OPEN THE DOOR."

"Yes, yes, keep hiding your insecurities. Whatever, I'll find another way into the harbour." [Leave.]

"That's all I wanted."