|Shit! Come in, dogg. What up? How's Biggie?|
|He's aight...been playing Halo with Marvin. Look, I wanted to talk to you about some stuff.|
|Fo' sho', fo' SHO'. Speak.|
|Okay, so, I been thinking about what what you said, about Imperialism being the highest form of Capitalism. Well, I think history has pretty much proven you right on that one, okay?|
|Right, and you also said that reform was
impossible, and that revolution — permanent revolution, led
by the "vanguard", who are, as I understand it a small cadre of
almost purpose-bred professional
Stop me if I'm going off the rails here.
|Yeah, so revolution is the only answer. Reform is impossible. And the revolution must be led by a vanguard, who are to function both as architects and inquisitors of the revolution. That's some heavy shit, and I see where you're coming from, because Marx was kind of a theorist, you know, but you were there where the bullet meets the bone, you know?|
|So what I've been thinking about here is basically this: do you think there's a way to manage this without human nature turning the whole thing into a kind of bloodbath?|
|Not to criticize your management skills or anything.|
|I said that?|
|You sure I said that? That's awful heavy.|
You sure I didn't actually say "It's all about the ducats, Dogg"?
Like maybe you misread it or something?
|Pretty sure. You were pretty much on-record about the whole deal.|
Well, scratch all that and let's go with: "It's all about the ducats."
The ducats and the big, fat booty.