Insanity: a perfectly rational adjustment to the insane world. -R.D. Laing
Sag NEIN! -Wolfgang Borchert
This we KNOW.
We know this not of ourselves but from others.
We know this from repeated complaints of friends, strangers, and figures of authority.
We know this from repeated ejections from places both private and public, including state and federal offices.
And we know it’s worse when wet.
We are no more sensate of our own stench than a fish of water, we are self-immured and neuropathic. What little sense of smell we possessed was exterminated by smoking.
Described by others, our odor is not unlike a combination of rotting vegetation, street mongrel and limberger.
Excreta and old sweat are also mentioned.
Nor are we shamed or shocked.
We’d be disappointed if we didn’t.
We haven’t bathed in five years.
For half-decade we have refused all ablutions, including brushing teeth and washing hair.
Dust baths as well.
The effects were predictable.
We are plagued with trench mouth, foot rot, and boils.
Preventable, these disorders now threaten our being.
Our flesh is mortified and inflamed.
We itch like Hell.
Our company is shunned by all but closest friend.
More than once we have been mistaken as homeless.
Any sex-life is nonexistent.
The war stinks worse.
We are but unwashed.
The war is unclean.
The war is criminal.
All are responsible.
Do we believe our protest will end the war?
Do we believe our protest will undo the irreparable harm?
Do we believe our protest will restore even one dead child to a grieving mother?
Do we believe our protest in any way meaningful?
Do we go on?
That we believe. That and that only.
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