"RACISM! RACISM! RACISM!" He roared. Just

"RACISM! RACISM! RACISM!" He roared. Just in case we hadn't got the message he roared it a few more times before looking directly at me and adding "

Now take that in your pipe and smoke it!" I backed up and tried to prepare a retort. "Well, actually I..." "TOO LATE! THAT IS JUST LIKE YOUR GENERATION! CAN'T HEAR YOU! LA-LA-LA!"

I couldn't stand it"& retorted "People try to put us down, just because we got around.Things you do look aweful c-cold. I hoped I'd die before I got old. This was my generation!

But they replied, "We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control." They didn't know Who they were talking to, obviously. Stupid kids. A counselor was brought in to

help with the coming aftermath. Then they introduced a TerrorMax 5000 to teach the young brats reading, writing and 'rithmatic the hard way. But the brazen idiots defied even this

technological imposition, leaving the TerrorMax 5000 disassembled on the floor, shooting sparks at the fluorescent light fixture. "We hate nollidge," the brats wrote on the chalk

. Their handiwork skills were quite impressive, even if they did have to work on grammar a bit. Those brats are going places some day, but for now, they are staying away from my

rutabagas or my name wasn't Schlesinger. Which it wasn't. But that didn't matter to me or my kin & kith. It shouldn't. Not if I keep them in those categories. We threw the brats in

the barrel and threw the barrel down the river. I looked to the sky and found no rainbow. No more water but the fire next time.