Coincidance - Principia Discordia

COINCIDANCE 221
General Charles Lee, in the middle of the battle, had exactly the same view
as these later experts and ordered a retreat (for which General Washington
later court-martialed him, after assuring him in personal conversation that
he was by God, sir, the most yellow-bellied cur ever begotten by a cowardly
boar hog upon a mentally retarded POLECAT and had no more
right to his fucking uniform than a buggering IDIOT
OFFSPRING of a whore and a trained pony)
but the Brits had turned tail and run, and the Continentals were on the
attack, and that made all the difference.
Colonel Muadhen congratulated his troops afterwards, in Gaelic. He told
them that not all the battles in Europe where Irish "wild geese" had
distinguished themselves for bravery were as glorious as this victory, and
that when General John {"Gentleman Johnny") Burgoyne finally stopped
running he would tell everybody in England it was those wild Irish from
Connacht who had smashed his troops that day.
He wanted to say a lot more patriotic things like that but his voice was
drowned out by the screams from the medical tents, where men with
serious leg wounds were having their legs sawed off to save them from
gangrene.
In the Bastille, the Marquis de Sade is writing a book, which is partly a
novel and partly a philosophical treatise and partly the result of his
meditations on why Father Benoit, an intelligent man, still believed in God
and Justice after being locked in this place for 23 years. In this book, de Sade
hopes to show how the world actually operates: what sort of men run it, and
what motivates them. He has made his major characters a Count whose
brother he had shot, to represent the old landed nobility, a Banker, to
represent the rising bourgeoise class, a Bishop, to represent the Church
Militant, and a Judge, to represent the State itself as supreme authority to
reward and punish on earth. In short, four men standing for the powers
that control France at present, and, incidentally, have imprisoned de Sade
for his own sexual and intellectual eccentricities.
De Sade's book is called The 120 Days of Sodom, and its thesis is that the
world is run by madmen. His Count and Banker and Bishop and Judge
spend their 120 days contemplating various exquisite forms of torture to
inflict on the poor, the helpless, the weak and, especially, the female.
He reads portions of this to old Father Benoit occasionally, enjoying the
priest's horrified reaction.
"My spirit is entirely scientific," he tells the old man. "I invent nothing.
These four men of mine are the types who rule the world. If I am correct in
my materialistic view. Nature has selected them. If I am incorrect, and above