Coincidance - Principia Discordia
Coincidance - Principia Discordia
Coincidance - Principia Discordia
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228 COINCIDANCE<br />
falcons for breakfast and would hold this territory until the magpies learned<br />
to dance the pavanne and hell froze over. European robins, Seamus thought,<br />
were more tactful. Across the garden, a crow laughed derisively and<br />
muttered a few animadversions about upstart braggarts.<br />
"Well, then go shit in thy hat," a medical orderly shouted in the kitchen.<br />
"And clap it on thy head for curls."<br />
"I saw something stranger than a falling rock from heaven once,"<br />
Washington said. "I was working as a surveyor for the colonial government.<br />
I was alone in the woods for months and months. You get a bit ah fanciful<br />
sometimes when you are alone too long. But I saw something more<br />
remarkable than your falling rock, and I believed it."<br />
"I understand, General, You decided to trust yourself instead of popular<br />
notions of what's real and what's unreal."<br />
"Yes."<br />
The robin announced that he was moving to a more salubrious climate<br />
and flew off. The crow raucously told him not to hurry his return.<br />
"You wouldn't care to talk about it, General?" Seamus asked softly.<br />
"You should probably think me mad. But this event is why you are a<br />
Colonel today."<br />
"Because I trusted myself instead of popular opinions. Is that what you<br />
mean, General?"<br />
"That is what I mean, Colonel. Go on trusting yourself. We must meet<br />
and talk on other occasions."<br />
General Washington walked off, aloof, gigantic, enigmatic again. Until<br />
Polyphemus escapes from the Odyssey and comes knocking at my door,<br />
Seamus thought, that man will serve as the most desperate character I ever<br />
encountered. You have been programmed. You see it looking at you, kid.<br />
Major Strasse gets a pile of horse manure and is delighted. Bernard rejects<br />
the circular friction, thinking "smoke and mirrors" must utilize and be<br />
functionally interwoven with kiddy porn.<br />
The plumbing in their buildings wasn't pig iron so it will never rise again.<br />
In Paris, what happened next was liquid wrench functionally interwoven<br />
with French Canadian Bean Soup in a news-reel clip on the screen. Vote for<br />
Independence.<br />
The fat boy—Louis XVI—has been persuaded to grant amnesty to the<br />
aging heretic (Arouet de Voltaire is now 82) by the ever-persuasive M.<br />
Sartines. It is a shrewd move. The Church fumes and fulminates, but the<br />
people at large have fallen in love with the old man who exiled in<br />
Switzerland for decades, has kept up a continuous polemic against all the<br />
abuses of the feudal system. When the old atheist or deist (nobody in France<br />
is very clear about the difference) arrives in Paris, the scene is like a Cecil de<br />
Mille spectacle two centuries in advance. Mother is the best bet with all