Beyond Enemy Lines

Azadidome FIction LitERATURE
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BEYOND ENEMY LINES

We are anonymous. I will meet you in the face of justice.Julian winked.
Preface
A factory worker is made a victim of a small affair. Meanwhile, somewhere else in the same
house her sister and a programmer she has never heard about narrowly escape her exact
fate. Her exploiters yet are not their own bosses. They have a mafia. Her sister and the
programmer in search of justice they find her. The three of them take a tough journey to
Mexico and then to Cuba. Along the way they meet various people. Was it all planned?
Luck? Or a path necessary for them to take.
Chapter 1: The Media Affair
All inside the White house were mosaics for the press. Corporate Nude Network and
British Blowjobbing Corporation had finished interviewing the president. After the journalists, finished blow-jobbing the president after the camera was shut-off. The president
slapped the asses of a journalists.
The atrocity-graph,Corporate Nude Network and British Blowjobbing Corporation asked.
Proletarian, Bush screamed into the air.
Yes, bourgeoise! a young woman with teary eyes entered the room. She stood there
staring at Bush. It was a long day at the assembly line at Ford. She was very skinny. Her
skin was red from working in the burning cold conditions in the factory.
Come quicker, I havent got all day. By the way, dont you dare call us by that name. Im
just a poor entrepreneur. I serve a niche market in selling the truth.Corporate Nude Network shouted.
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Good job! Teach me how to do that. British Blowjobbing Corporation whispered.

There was a sweetie called Taylor. Ask your manager, she will know. The one with the
gold crown. Just try,Corporate Nude Network replied.
Go ahead, Bush smiled staring at her tits.
Why havent you got the blood ink ready?British Blow-jobbing Corporation screamed.
Here it is,the young woman squeaked.
Why are you late? Answer me honeyCorporate Nude Network interrogated.
I was in the factory working..Hard,the young woman squeaked.
Fucking immigrant,Bush looked at her. It was
So much ropa, British Blowjobbing Corporation whispered into the hardworking
womens ear. She slowly pressed her hands on her brain.
I control you. Only I tell the truth. You are my customer,Corporate Nude Network smiled.
Take out your ropa. You have too much of it, you know. Freedom,British Blowjobbing
Corporation winked.
You are late for the proliteriansploitation film with salsa music. Remember you have to
smile or no payCorporate Nude Network winked.
Where is the other one,British Blowjobbing Corporation asked. Fool-ent I mean student,Bush screamed.
Yes. Mom. I miss you so much. Mrs. Mrs. BBC and Mrs. CNN. Woah.a little boy entered
the room.
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Welcome to the White House. Sit down on that chair. Now you have been given a special privilege to see your future. You see your mum act exactly like her in the future. This
is what you should do when you grow up,Bush smiled. Bush stroked the hard working
proletarian by the ass and then pushed her into a circle in which Bush, British Blowjobing
Corporation and Corporate Nude Network.
Corporation Nude Network started stroking the proletarians ass and purged her wallet out
containing her total salary for the entire year. Half of it was already pissed on by the landlord.
I want money!George Bush screamed. He pissed on quarter of her salary. No, way
thats not all of what you have,Corporation Nude Network smiled.
Sweety, Im great at hiding too. I can go to any extent.Find the rest or elseBritish
Blowjobing Corporation.
Corporation Nude Network reached for the proletarians breasts. The proletarian pushed
her hands away. British Blowjobbing Corporation slowly started stroking the breasts of
the proletarian and pulled out a 100 dollar bill.
I need that to pay my rent, the proliterian screamed.
Corporation Nude Network took out her favourite gun oppression which was from Mr.
Bushs pelvis. She held it up towards the proletarian.
Why didnt you take off your freedom?George Bush exclaimed
After walking away from the White house, the proletarian felt nude. She felt that she had
been done wrong.
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Bush signed his atrocity-graph on the bikinis of the nude prostitues with the bloody pen. I
am such a feminist,Bush said
Remember thats my name Corporate Nude Network. I deliver lies for free. Call me any
time,Corporate Nude Network said.
Ill be coming in Toronto next week,Bush exclaimed.
Dont worry, Ill give you more next time.Corporate Nude Network said.
After the Corporate Nude Network left. British Blow-Jobbing Corporation lied down on the
desk of Bush. Bush closed the curtains and turned off the lights.
Im much better than her look at me. I was with you before her,British Blow-jobbing Corporaton said.
Indeed, you have helped me a lot. Lets head over the blood bath.Bush screamed taking
off his belt.
Oh my god, I havent been there for such a long time, British Blow-Jobbing Corporation
In the same tub, lay the fox and MSNBC. Bush looked back. There was no one there. No
assagne. No Cubans, no-one. The perfect opportunity. The bathroom was not any normal
bathroom. In fact, after Bush locked the door it converted into a lounge. The lounge had
pictures of Ford and Taylor all over.
The members of the bath tub rolled around until the dark. We got some business to
do,Bush winked.
British Blowjobbing Corporation and Bush got out the bloodbath. They used one proletarian each to dry themselves.
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In the lounge, there were many small rooms. Together British Blow-Jobbing Corporation
and Bush went to one of the rooms and open room. One the wall was a picture of Ford
and Elizabeth lying on top of each other.
Below the mosaic, was a quote written in block blue letters. KITA is beautiful. Ironically,
this was in the LITA(Lick in the ass) room.
Uh, BBC, cant you see I have been working out my atrocities to look like that man one
the wall.Bush whispered into BBCs year.
Atrocities, I must tell this to the rest of the world.BBC exclaimed. BBC winked. She
smiled. Slowly she started taking off the clothes of Bush and provided him with his
rentable organ. Bush apparently didnt have one. This one had the words BBC written on
it
Shhh...What are you doing? You are naughty. I like that. How about you CNN, MSNBC
and Fox work to put on a naughty little show? We can provide KITA to the journalist after
we done. I fell better with a rentable firstBush cried.
Sure. One condition. The show should be all around the world. You had rentable once
already today. Me and CNN both at the same time,BBC smiled.
Im addicted to them,Bush cried
Thats why you are so fun. Why dont you have a CCTV next door?BBC poked the
rentable into him.
Theyre going to get KITaed out of telling the truth.Bush stroked her glutus maximus.
Youre being a good boy. One more hour.BBC smiled.
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We are going to Africa tomorrowBush gestured

Why cant you do the same thing you did with her to Amy Goodman? My tits are decreasing every year because of her. Im loosing my money,BBC questioned.
She is way too smart for me. I wish smart women like her didnt exist. Stop making me
disappointed you are supposed to help me have funBush cried.
Indeed, lets practice a little eroticness. I want a tender leek on Manning. I made mine for
your pleasure,British Blowjobbing Association whispered into his years and forced his
hands on her breasts.
The journalist and activist were both tied to the same chair in the next room. They could
hear loud moans and thumping against the wall.
What is that sound?
The intercourse of the devils,
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Chapter 2: International Mother Fucker

I no care if you do not hand me your economy. I want your democracy,the International
MF screamed on the phone.
I no give you me democracy o economy puta de hija. I am not a perdida, yo dirty bastard. Thats yo job. I put me phone down,Fidel answered.
Motherfucker,International MF said.
Well, you know our policy. Thats 5 less gallons breast milk for you,Citibank, Masterbank
and HSBC said.
Its a hard job, International MF screamed.
Thats why we set you up. You disappoint me. Even United Nuders work better than
you.Rotshild said.
But you have done some good work. For the work in Libya. Bush is going to give you a
present. Let the boy have some fun,Rockerfeller winked at his friends.
Are their bags ready Mrs.Julian?International MF screamed.
Julian smiled. Rockerfeller looked slightly worried.
Ive heard that name for. Either way, I trust you,Rotschild smiled.
Inside, Julians clothes were the documents. The bags were packed with playboy magazines. Lets go,Citibank smiled.
All of the men on the cushions put their cups sat down and walked over.
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Those are some big macs. Good for proliterians. You know Im just joking. I am a feminist. Call me just type oppression on your mobile,Rockerfeller smiled looking at the
backside of Julian.
No, you should come to Hong Kong. We can have fun like King Kong,HSBC smiled.
No, come to Israel. We can make kids under blankets with blue stars, Rotshcild smiled.
We are anonymous. I will meet you in the face of justice.Julian winked.
I see you are getting kinky,Rockerfeller.
If you dont mind I want you to leek,Julian smiled.
I know sweeti. I am too busy too decorate your macs with white stuff. Rockerfeller
smiled.
If you can find me,Julian smiled.
You see I play hide and seek with everyone in the world. The proletarians are told to be
playful with the bourgeoise,Bush smiled coming in the back door.
The banks went out the back door. Rockerfeller put all of his partners in a limousine with
no internet.
We want you to be safe. You know. They come a lot. The leakers,Rockerfeller smiled
closing the door of the White House.
He and Rotschild got in a van nearby and drove to the highway. Rotschild laughed. NSA.
Let me see the bug,
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Yes. Ching Chang Chong. I mean HSBC. Just relax. My boy is just trying to tell you how
much he loved his job. I will send it to you on Skype. I got important work to do. No, it
isnt staring at the curves, tits and hips of the maiden. Shut up will you, I don't do this all
the time,
You are fired,International screamed at Julian.
Julian covered her face and went to the toilet crying. He took out his cover and connected
to the VPN.
Did you close the door?International MF screamed.
Of course, Bush smiled.
On the milder note where is Libya, International MF smiled.
She is in that bar. I suggest give her inequality before its too late. I should be getting
more breast milk than you. I have undressed her from her freedom. This time Nude Action Torso Only only had to drug her with confusion and break her hips or political
system,Bush complained.
Leave you fuckin bastard,International MF screamed.
Something wrong, master,Bush stared at International MF.
Why the fuck cant you do something about Cuba?International MF said staring behind
his back.
Well talk about it later. Hurry, give her inequality before her confusion milds down.
Where is the mountain nation,Bush said.
Malaysia, come here dressed with oppression,International MF screamed.
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Malaysia rolled down, high with the drug of racism. She rolled down from the stairs of
turmoil onto the feet of the International MF.
Dont get too high. The people will rise up. Take it slowly,Bush said very professionally.
Let me help you up,International IMF smiled.
My GDP feels very heavy today. Please handle my susu Malaysia winked.
Its funny India, you and Philippines all said the same. Why do you ask me? Thats my
job. Handling tits, piss and milk thats my job. If you dont mind,International MF smiled.
Hurry for Libya,Bush screamed.
Whose the boss hear,International MF responded.
After the endeavour, Malaysia had straightened her capitalistic spine, decorated with dry
white dry semen and her dress was wet and smelled bad.
Thanks for the favor.You do all three things. No wonder every one comes to you asking
for susu,Malaysia smiled.
My motto: Handle, manage and deliver,International MF whispered.
Bush walked out the door with his hands pushing the industrialised synthetic cushion of
Malaysia.
So is mine brother,watchBush smiled
As he walked out, he stroked Malaysia and opened the door to the car. Inside the car was
Obama.
NSA is my best friend. I do the same, on twitter. Watch. A selfie, please Obama smiled.
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Malaysia pressed her head against Obamas. Obama kissed her and passed her a bag
with NSA information.
Just then, International MF received a phone called. It was by Rockerfeller.
I know you love your job and want to show your appreciation. But where are the documents,Rockerfellers voice said.
You better have some good answers,Rotschild asked.
Where is the sweety with the mac. She was crying. I know, Obama told me. He has the
NSA. Check the bathroom,Rockerfeller.
Bush and International M.F ran over to the door.
Its locked. She was probably getting herself dressed for me,Rockerfeller laughed. Bush
kicked the door open. The bath tub had something written on it.
You have been hacked International M.F. Bush, I know you have a rentable,
I have to hurry, I need to go to Africa,Bush looked down.
I have to hurry, I need to leave the parliament, Obama looked down.
I need to hurry, I need to attend Libya?International M.F looked down.
Great, now, Libya is starting to get off confusion. The two detainees have escaped. The
Americans are becoming smarter. I need to hurry, you foetuses are not good
enough.Rockerfeller looked down.
Just then Rockefeller got a call. It was Pepsi.
Hi! This Evo. I agree. You need a hurry, I come with socialistas,the voice laughed.
Chapter 3: The Legend of the Wolf
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Evo Morales came on DemocracyNow a week later.

You send a message to Mr.Rockerfeller with a Pepsi phone. What did you say,Amy
asked.
I say. I agree. You need a hurry. I come with socialistas,Morales said.
You nationalised the Pepsi factory in Bolivia for the people. Why did you do so? Gonzalez asked Morales.
You see the Yankee imperialists and their rooks attempted to abuse their power to force
the proletarian, peasants and the people. Mr. Bush is stressed out and has a lot of problems,Morales remarked.
Such as...,Amy asked.
You see I Christian. I think man need pure thoughts. Man needs less stress. Man need
better thing than sex 24-7. But, when you have a father and son who both have sex disease. They are at the risk of getting aids. For oppressor aids is called revolution. I think
Bush and his daddy need aids. This will teach they master not to be sex addict. I see oppression. I say we need to revolution.Morales smiled
He then pulled out a map from his back-pocket.
Here a maps of Latin America, Morales smiled.
In the map, was a legend.
I read legend. I sorry, I do last minute translation. Correct me Gonzalez if I wrong.
Morales directed towards Gonzalez.
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Sure,Gonzalez said.
One upon a time, there a wolf. Now, bad wolfe love to bite. But bad wolfe need wolfe
friends. He want to bit more. So what he do. You know when wolfe bite, you get cancer.
What cancer? Cancer occur when one cell reproduce too much and body cant handle it.
This is what happen. The cancer called greed. Greed not bad. You can have greed of
freedom. Greed of Democracy. Greed for a revolucin. He infected people with greed.
Then what happen. If you have too much greed, you become wolf. The wolfe create more
wolfe in this manner. Then he threatened the people with oppression, if wolfe no allowed
to bit them. Show, slowly everyone prefer to bitten than to Now wolfe dont want too much
wolfe or else you get wolfe eating other wolfe. So he take his favorite wolfe and they
where camisetas or shirts. You know you watch basketball. There team Miami Heat, Dallas Mavericks. They wolfe team called International Mother Fuckers and they handle
sheep so the lead wolfe be happy. The lead wolfe call his friends perdidas,Morales said.
Gonzalez was laughing very hard. He fell down and Amy looked at him.
You need me a help,Morales said looking down.
No when you said perdidas, I remember our president,Gonazlez got himself up.
Let me continue. The sheep go by many names la gente, pescadores, farmers, peasants, and proletarians. He arranged the proletarians like soldiers and set them routine.
Now, when oppression increases the proletarian rise up. He say wolfe go to hell,Morales
said.
Now the wolfe act like hijo, de puta. So he say go to factory proletarian or I huff and puff
yo house down. So the wolfe huff and puff, and the proletarian laugh. Look at that wolfe,
he an asshole. Now wolfe faint cause he use up all his might. Now the other wolfe know
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that pig no look dangerous. So the wolfe now dress in a costume of pig. This time the
proletarian let him in. When he come in, he took pig mask off. The proletarian oppressed
again. You know application. Wolfe created Oppression2.0. New version. He made proliterian all work same task. Now the proletarian got no ability to communicate to each other
and loose all personified. This wolfe called Taylor. Ford his best friend. While Taylor and
Elizabeth decide to go Honeymoon. Taylor said he not have fun. Elizabeth said all he
write scientific management on her tits all day. It no satisfy her. She ask him why not sing
it to her while being creative. He said not mechanical enough not productive,
The Camera man started laughing.
Ford read a lot. He read Kama Sutra. So he say, let us experiment. So he say, let us try
every move on proliterian. But before let us practice on each other. Then let us paint a
picture to send to Taylor. Elizabeth say that good revenge on her ex. Elizabeth then
smiled. In addition, since you such a sweetbubblegum and got this good book for me. I
want you help for my empire. You see, I have had fun with many other wolfs. But you the
best one. My people are rising. My empire not going to last. I have sat with all the other
colonial powers France, Germany, Russia and so on, They dont know what to do.Neither
do I. Please help me. So Ford had a good idea. Elizabeth he said. I got a good idea. Our
forefathers and wolves created a concept called a country. Originally, we only have earth
and every body loves her. But because we fooled people into thinking such a concept exists. The human mind created a concept called a country. It is like many smaller woman.
Our forefathers in order to keep the human mind dumb. Engineered a concept called the
economy The economy are the breasts of the smaller barbie dolls. If we put the tits on TV
all the time. The sheep instead of trying to get rid of the barbie doll called country and
connecting back to earth. They will connect to the tits. The wolves are sex addicts. We
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make plastic woman with plastic tits. They can have fun with them all day and costs decreases. Due to this, Elizabeth got so happy that she dedicated a whole room to them in
which they posted pictures of themselves in their positions and did their experiments in
complete secrecy inside the Casa Blanca for the rest of their lives. They posted their pictures all over the La Casa Blanca. That is why the presidents dont want interview in the
Casa Blanca and are so distracted.Morales continued.
So next time Ford and Elizabeth go Honeymoon. Taylor said he hate Elizabeth. He wanna take out anger. So he put ridiculous policies. Every time someone want to go piss.
Prove to me that you went a piss. He put camera everywhere so the sheep scared. Than
the president was a perdidade Ford so he continued Fords dream,the camera men continued.
You could be the next president of Bolivia. All you have to do is to read stories. This one
from Wikileaks,Morales said looking at the camera.
Now, on that note, let us take a small break,Gonzalez said. Let us return back,Amy
Goodman came on the screen.
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Chapter 4: Rebelution
The two fugitives turned their computers off. It was already an hour.
We need to get a move on. Move. You know. Andar. The policia day may come any
time, the man with thick specs said.
The two fugitives didn't know each other. One of them spoke English, Hindi and a couple
of other languages but never Spanish. He always had trouble with Spanish. He wish he
had payed more attention in that subject in school instead of thinking about starting a
revolution. His comrade was a Andelean young woman. He pulled out his hand-made
phone. He had created many things except a last minute escape until now. He could tick
that in his new application Revolutionarylist. Finally, he learned to get organised. He used
the tools that were given to him by his middle class family which worked hard to get him
into a bourgeoise university. He remembered his past. In school, he never thought that
his love of freedom and desire of revolution will ever get him into this much trouble.
He had to turn of the VPN temporarily. This time he was using Tor. Both of them were
watching DemocracyNow. There bags were only packed with books which they got from
a revolutionary comrade somewhere in the reservation they were in. She was looking at
Sanhati. An application for socialists to communicate with each other. It also had a free
VPN.
Lal salaam,she designed on the application.
You know that too,he said to her.
Yeah. No one is as dumb as you. Lets go,she said to him.
Why didnt you tell me earlier?he said to her.
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Lets go,nerd. Ill tell you, if we survive. .Every victory is a victory for the borgeoise. Prove
to me that as your bullshitty application can avoid this,she said.
They picked up their bags and set on foot.
He remembered the time when he was on the edge of the roof remembering the time he
was in school on the phone talking about letting the knife slip through him. It was the
same worry.
One emperor. Sore from miscalculated errors. Whores the proliterian,he said suddenly.
What?she said.
You know I once used to rap,he said to her.
Really,the Andelan woman said to him.
They got on the truck arranged by Castro.
She twitches. Massive twitches. I fuck those bitches,she said.
No, of course not. I did revolutionary hip hophe told her.
Their union was helped on by the improved means of communication that are created by
modern industry
I wrote books too,he told her.
Yeah, and I should be impressed right,she scolded him.
They sat at the back of the truck and boxes of spray paint cans were being loaded so that
the police if they came were going to look through the boxes of spray paint cans. She
was wearing a black tank top and skinny jeans. She being a former make up artist for
Shakira, she was an expert at changing faces and making police feel unwanted. She
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made him wear a scrambled up white shirt and a pant with a lot of stains. He didnt know
but she put white face paint on him and he had a blonde wig while he was in a 3 day
coma after seeing a bear.
I got a great idea. See when I used to get pissed off in school. Me and my friends used
to paint graffiti. The brother is loading spray paint cans,he told her
Look, Im pretty tired know. Like Morales I dont like wolves but I hate monkeys. So if I
was you I would shut up. Put back DemoracyNow or I will give you a kick now.she told
him
You acting depressed like Frida. You ok?he asked her
The driver locked the door of the long truck but before doing so he apologized for a lack
of space for them.
Im sorry you doves dont have enough space to fly around this truck. Im sure. You will
find other intricate things to do in this space,he smiled giving them a wink.
Yes, provided you stop trying to act like Diego,she responded
He took out his first every book the islands and put it right next to her, he then started
playing DemocracyNow while she read his book he watched DemocracyNow. He always
kept a mic in his bag however he never recorded for a while. He was sick and tired of using cell phone VPNs and decided that he wanted to start the portable VPN box which he
made at University.
She laughed.
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You very funny. Who were you reading Marx or Chomsky?Whether thou denounces colloquially or in a motherfucking eloquently trivial manner. He or she is still going to be in
this godam prison cell, she said with her fist.
She accidentally slammed her fist on the server switch button which turned the anonymous mode off.
You shouldn't have done that,he told her.
The NSA was closely monitoring especially now everyones position. Obama and George
Bush were there too carefully listening to every single conversation.
One of the men on the computers slammed the computers.
We got them,the NSA member said.
Send the police over. The military everyone. We have some very intelligent
targets,Obama said. He received a call.
You better well be more fuckin intelligent than them,
Remember be sure its her. If there is a white man in there leave him alone. Pitbull is also
traveling in the same path,he told his man.
Remember the check the fugitives dont smell like alcohol,Bush reminded.
Yes! He used to create conscious albums like Mariel. Dont do anything provoking him to
create another album like that,Rotschild whispered in a worrying tone.
If you feel like you have done something wrong just send him over a female Cuban prisoner. He would return her to the police when he is done. Dont pressure him. Anything but
Mariel, please,the General said crying to his soldiers.
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Done what. Say your line. You a revisionist or something. The collision between individual workmen and individual bourgeoise takes more and more the character of collisions
between classes. Im trying,she said.
Relax. Shhhh,
Shhh, what, my freedom of expression,
They are hearing us. You crashed the VPN,he whispered
Doves, I see 5 helicopters get prepared,the driver of the truck laughed.
Let me tell you my coverup. Don't worry, I know what Im doing. We can get back myshe
told him.
Soon in less than 100 m military tanks were on the street. Police vehicles were all over
the place. Hotel room service was playing loud. The truck stopped. They were in Texas
now. The men outside were not used to the cold weather. A Navyseal stepped up to the
back of the truck and unlocked the door with the help of the driver. Suddenly a flush of
cold hair hit their face that mixed with the hotel room service song surprised the Navyseal
Generals. They started to put their heads down and walked over to the bushes, the song
made them reminisce about going back to Iraqi camp.
We get money for this. We live in luxury. We can do whatever we want said a voice from
behind a bunch of boxes.
Get up, you fuckin communist son of a bitches,the Navyseal The Military generals were
starting to get started.
Not El Mariel again,Bush said to Obama.
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The soldiers heard two gasps in different voices. From behind a boxes got up a bald man
with a scrambled shirt. He was slightly dizzy. A woman grasped his arm and got up. She
had a tank top. Both of them were sweaty from sitting in the back of the truck for so long.
He is one active guy. More than me and Iraq,Obama said smiling at Bush.
I payed for your campaign. If you dont give me a compensation, I will start a Rebelution2. El Mariel. Putode Hija. This is an invasion of my privacy. I will make a song about
NSA,Pitbull screamed at the soldies.
The soldiers got angry and shot warning shots between the guy who looked like Pitbull
and the woman next to him.
Soldiers what have you done. Im sorry for what they have done. Theyre trying to look
for two fugitives. I will pay you. How about I give you a Cuban prisoner? Thats all I have
you,the General said smiling.
Cuban Prisoner,Pitbull mushed his face.
This got the Generals very worried.
Take her. My sisterthe dancer next to him whispered to his year.
The soldier squinted.
She can be our sister,the dancer corrected.
I agree. Part of my constantly changing family. Quickly. She needs to get trained for my
personal show,Pitbull said.
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In around 10 minutes, the female Cuban prisoner entered the truck and the door was
closed by the guards and the driver.
The two sisters who hadnt met each other for a very long time hugged as they never so
each other for a very long time.
I knew you would get me out of this somehow,the female Cuban prisoner said to the
woman who had just been the dancer 10 minutes ago.
I can finally stop acting like Pitbull,the man said touching his head. He was surprised
that his head was bald.
Che, I will explain it to you later,Tina said to Che.
Che him. He looks like a nerd,Frida said.
He is. Now nerd explain us how did all of this bullshit,Tina said to Che.
Im tired,Che said.
So tomorrow,Frida told Che.
Che dosed off too sleep in 10 minutes. Frida and Tina talked to each other. Tina loved to
read books. She finished reading his book.
You have any music,Frida whispered.
Check his phone is right here. Apparently, he was an artist. Tina told her.
Revolutionary. Musician. Author. Nerd. Tina, remember when you cried all night for
someone like this,Frida said laughing.
Shut up. Remember who saved you,Tina reminded Frida. Suddenly it started raining.
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Chapter 5: The Entrance to the Stronghold

The next morning. The rain drops felt on his shirt.
Bush. Bitch. Bushy bitch. George stop trying to fuck me up!. This Chinese water torture
wont work on me. Im not scare of getting wet,he screamed.
Alarmed by his sudden screams. Frida put down the book she was reading and shook
him. Che woke up.
Its just a small leak in the truck. Look there,she said pointing to the top of the truck.
You have now officially in a stronghold. Wake up!,the driver said.
The truck opened. And a group of Zapatistas picked up the spray paint canned boxes that
were left for them.
It was too dangerous for us to take you to Cuba by Miami so you have to take the long
way,the driver continued.
The young armed zapatistas had got together to help the 3 strangers up and took them
on a tour throughout the stronghold.
I will be coming in around 2 weeks, I need to refill and get boats for Cuba, the flights are
all looking for you,the driver smiled.
How was jail-time?Che asked.
You see. We, the proliterians united and rose up against the bourgeoise managerial system of WallMart. In the beginning, if it was each one us rising up separately. We were
kept in factories in the prison cell, completely isolated from each other. The prison system
is highly privatized, you know, like all first and third word prisons are. They are yet a tool
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once again to further the aims of the bourgeoise. One time when we supposed to be one
our walks. We found ways to communicate with each other. We found out that all of us
were rising up individually. So we decided to rise up together as one department block.
Our demands were met with brutal repression. We were transferred out of the prison from
our blocks presumably to other prisons or other blocks. Then we somehow found ways to
communicate between blocks. Later, we found ways to rise up together as a prison. Even
prison guards joined in. The oppressive warden acting like a CEOs puppet called in the
military and we were once again met with oppression,Frida said.
They let her out early because she caused so much trouble in prison,Tina said.
Yeah. But then I started being involved directly more in revolutionary activities. I got arrested again. Via some kind guards, we got petrol. When the warden was gone for having
pleasure time as he called it in Las Vegas. We turned off the cameras. All of us worked
together to light the state cell and machinery. The forensics said that it was petrol. However, none of us chose to speak. The manager came to our compound after it was rebuilt
and told us that we needed KITA,Frida continued.
KITA. I remember that. A motherfucker called Taylor created that. Kick In The Ass. So
that is what I say on my TV screen. But you remember what Marx said the labourers
even after this process are still scattered all over the country. How did you unite all over
the country?Che said remembering his business class.
Good question. We used smuggled cell-phones and we contacted each other. You know
the anonymous cell-phones which were filthy cheap and could self destruct and produce
this weird gas causing the guards to stay less time in your block,Fida said.
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Che finally found out what his inventions were being used for. He was pleased. He
smiled. He remembered one line that Marx wrote in the Manifesto what the bourgeoise
produces are its own grave diggers,
The fall of the bourgeoise and the victor of the proliteriat are equally inevitable,he said.
The Zapatistas around him were surprised that a stranger that they never know could be
reading Marx. There was only one other person that they knew who could do that. A
brown masked man who came earlier an year ago teaching everyone how to use technology.
You read Marx,a female Zapatista asked him.
Yes, in fact I do.
The female Zapatista was surprised. It was interesting. A drunk German guy depressed
about the state of the economy and the way in which the democracy of his country and
the way in which his country was moving was inspirational. He was inspirational to an entire movement of proletarians in Mexico. To a random computer science student and inventor. And his philosophy was no slowly causing problems by one of the most gigantic
capitalistic states in the world.
This too started the Che thinking. He took his name from a Cuban guy who one day suddenly decided to take down a corrupt government.
Che turned on the radio. The Hypocrite was speaking. All he could do was laugh. But it
wasnt funny. It seemed like a disease.
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Chapter 6: Carlos
It was the French state parody radio in translation. It was a former friend. He had managed to convert the northern part of France into a stronghold.
Signal jammers, shit,Che said.
The man with the social capital or social fascist mask should have been behind it.
It is funny. Hilarious actually if we are going to look at the state of rhetoric. Many people
claim they are socialists. Socialist this. Socialist that. Communist this. Communist that.
People power. People Power. But these guys dont even stand up for the proletarian nor
the peasant. These retarded social fascists and imperialists. Why cant we just have real
change? How hard is it just to be straight up? I, the president want justice for the people.
Im going to use your tax money to go on a world tour. Seriously, what the fuck. Communists are supposed to represent the proletarian and the working-people,Che remarked
trying to make the signal work.
Its all a trap. Rhetoricalist trap. Sometimes you get yourself in it by intention and sometimes by accident. The capitalist has forged the language, so that you are confused. Your
language effects your experience. Your experience effects your knowledge. That knowledge translates into actions. All they have to do is mess up with the language and then
everything is all mixed up. Suddenly you have retarded Nepalese leaders who promise to
alleviate poverty but use tax-payer money to travel the world. I mean travelling and taking
a tour of the world is cool. But you should not tell people that you are going them any
good and trying to fucking alleviate and put that in the headlines. A socialist literature
newspaper needs the peoples headline,Frida stomped kicking the burnt down flag.
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The flag was an American one. It was already burnt. It looked like it was stomped
on.Probably a response to the treaty in violation of Native American rights.
The Communist. Should consider justice as being the first priority. Basically, freedom,
equality, justice, respect and now when you have that and more stuff than you can get
peace like what we have in this camp. If not than you cant get peace. It is a gift not a
purpose,Tina said.
Every single tool that the bourgeoise provided to the proliterian. He had converted it into
a knife on the bourgeoises throat. The bourgeoise basically gave the proletarian on
every single one of its philosophy.
Che remembered himself 10 years back. He was wondering how could he still remain
revolutionary but still use his technology skills for the benefit of the masses. To try to understand his ideas and himself he walked from one place to another just listening to KRSOne and Immortal Technique. He realized that no one actually invented socialism as
such. It was the direct evolution of human behaviour and ideas with out barriers. When
he reflected back into his past, he could see how ignorant he was. All of that changed ignorance and superficial blissfulness was decreased and slowly removed from him by the
heat. The flame, the drive for knowledge. The flame was strong like the sun.
Just then, all darkness was swallowed in and the light shone on the black hammer and
sickle on his red shirt. He had to changed disguise again. It would be weird to see Pitbull
in a Zapatista stronghold. That would be too much of a Rebelution. Although, it would
make the generals piss in their pants it would however make them question themselves
when the real one came in the middle of a concert.
Who am I now,he asked. Maduro,Tina answered.
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Do you know before these guys came here. This whole place. The entire place was run
by a landlord,Frida
First it was the property of the native people. Through the Spanish conquistadors it was
transferred to the monarchs,"Tina
Which one,Che
Doesnt matter they are all the same under the shiny stolen third world jewellery,Frida
Than it belonged to United Fruit Company or some random landlord,Tina.
One of the last remaining socialists. The abolition of private property,Frida said.
The landlord. He was a capitalist cockroach. It was not only that he made a house in the
middle of Zapatista territory despite being warned not to do so. He also shoved around
the money in our face. While the poor campesinos were transferring wood and food to
the mercado. This guy went arrowing throwing bags of trash at us and calling us puto de
hijo while he was in his retarded mercedes,a Zapatista said.
No one shared their real identity. It was a shame. The oppressive ways of the dictatorship
meant that every one had to be vigilant.
Where is he now?Che said.
U.S, Australia, Europe. Something like that. He was seeking his individuality. Where do
all the cockroaches go.,the Zapatista told him.
At best. You get a fuckin minimum wage. While these retards enjoy pig like luxuries.Frida said.
These revisionist bastards are worst. They get drunk on the peoples donations. Then
they say that they are working for the proletarians. They insist that the proletarian needs
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to work for the corporation. All they want is that the proletarian gets enough money to buy
bullshit like some bullshitty perfume a retard made while mixing some random chemicals
to create an ester. Even the scientist has to struggle more than the actual corporate dealers. The scientist has to handle the carboxylic acid. That shit stinks,Che said remembering his high school chemistry class.
As they walked. They could see the gigantic mansion which used to belong to the landlord, the richest one in the whole of Mexico. Apparently it belonged to Carlos. The slim
one.
They have converted it into a commune. This is the hospital,Frida said.
The cultural revolution was denied to the populous by such a person. They were given
the illusion. The illusion of occupying a land with capital as a symbol of freedom.
You shouldve seen the landlords reaction. That guy was complaining to the police. He
went over to them. They sent 50 personnel, heavily armed ones in order to root us out of
our land. We did give him warnings but he didn't listen,the Zapatista told him.
That reminded him. He needed to get angry for a video. He watched the news. So much
new lies in such a compact time period. It was the tool necessary to make a revolutionary
angry.
Our president Mr. Obama has spoken. It has been said by him that when the abolition of
private property seizes and the pressure of capitalism revoked than the world will fall into
the hell of laziness,Bill had said.
Motherfuckers, he said aloud upon remembering such an event. I know they are assholes,the Zapatista said looking at him.
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Its just in their nature. Landlords are naturally assholes. They somehow cannot change.
At least most of them you know,Frida said.
But you know whats worse. Their retarded ways have an influence on us. Farrakhan
used to say something like that. The devil wants to take you down with him,Tina remarked.
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Chapter 7: The Family

In the capital of Mexico, the driver of the truck under a new disguise was filling in petrol
for the drive to the southern coast where it was safe to travel to Cuba.
Not the rich bastards again,the driver said staring at the car coming into the station.
In the car, the bourgeoise American family were discussing about how to make their
business gain more profit. All they were worth, money. All they talked about, money. What
did they sing about, money?
Ay, fill in my petrol,the man driving the car said.
The car was an open air car.
You dont look like you are them,the man in the car said to the petrol station man.
The driver didnt want to fund corporations the money necessary to increase their profits.
He thought about it smart plan, act like a proletarian. The bourgeoise wont care provided
you get their work done. When they start to care even a bit, just leave?
Your job is to fill in the petrol not disturb us,the man in the back told him.
Now where we. See father. What we need are economies of scale. We need to expand
our business,the younger looking man said to the old man.
Maybe we should change our mission statement. At the end of the day, the middle class
is our main buyer. They would be persuaded to buy more of this petrol. If they thought
that we treated them well. Just a random guy say the petrol man or the driver and make
them say something like buy Slim oil, dont let your car run like its fat, buy Shell oil, we
love Corporate Social Responsibility, we BP love the environment and unlike all the rest
we dont spill at all,the girl sitting next to the driver said.
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That is a great idea. Driver. Petrol filling guy. Come over to Telebasura recordings. 9 o
clock sharp,the younger looking man shouted at the guy filling his petrol car and the driver.
Remember son. We run on money. Thats what our family runs on. If you dont respect
these guys the proletarians they will rise up. They will start up rebellions. Those rebellions if they rebels are smart enough may slowly evolve their movements to revolutionaries. Its kind off like ying-yang. Every rebel has a revolutionary in them. Each revolutionary
has a rebel in them,the old woman sitting next to the young man said.
She had spectacles and a thin face. Her voice sounded similar to every Anonymous
member.
Mum, stop it. You are seeing too much CNN. We forced them to lie. Shouldnt you be at
home?the young man said.
Let it ed ward snow den,the old woman said.
Suddenly she vanished into thin space.
I may have been dreaming. Unless it is,the young man said laughing.
I told you not to. I better keep a better track record on your mothers,the old man said.
Let it ju li an ass an,the young woman sitting next to the driver said smiling.
And sisters...the old woman said.
The two man started crying. The truck was filled. Should I buy you some tissues?the
driver said. Get them from wall mart,the old man said.
Slowly the driver left the car and got into the truck. He took off his make-up and put another disguise. The driver let the petrol keep on pumping. The petrol kept on pumping
and spilt on the land.
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Corporate Nude Network, British Blowjobbing Corporation and even the United Nuders
were coming with their cameras were running with their cameras.
I thought we paid you,the old man sobbed
Shutup, the activists are forcing us. Pretend that we are really scaring you,Corporate
Nude Network said looking behind.
I am so scared. This is so scary,the young man laughed.
Before anything escalates any further. Who are you? I need to check my phone,the old
man laughed
Let it Br ad ley Pa rkin,the young man disappeared.
We got that in the camera,British Blowjobbing Corporation said.
Shit, the old man sobbed.
Just then he saw the media disappear. They are much more smarter than him. He must
have done something wrong. Wasnt he told by someone not to pick a phone in the petrol
station?
As the truck accelerated at full speed to the coast, there was a huge flame trailing behind
them.
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Chapter 8: At the Shore

Didnt his dad teach him anything,the driver said.
His dad was too busy hunting ghosts,Che smiled.
So much for real estate,Frida laughed.
Now we go to Cuba right, the truck driver said.
We going to Africa first. Bush going there,Tina laughed.
Thats not a bad idea. Socialists without borders,Che said in a very British accent
Everyone in the truck started laughing.
Remember we the revolutionaries are cockroaches. Now cockroaches dont die
right,Tina said. Say that in the parliament and they will call the KKK,the driver laughed.
You mean the police,Frida remarked
Just point your fingers in the air,Che said pointing to the sky
Can we color the house red?Yes, we can. Can we create a socialist state? Yes, we can.
Can we get rid of all the corporations? No, we cannot,Tina said trying to imitate a very
serious voice.
No, we cannot,Frida questioned.
They will die off before we start Operation X,Che laughed.
Operation X,Tina remarked
I announce that we should eloquently Malcolmize the lawn,Frida smiled.
The Saudis exploit us. We exploit them. Che laughed.
Why dont we color the world map red,Tina smiled.
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Let me read a part of the red book. Religious, moral, philosophical and juridical ideas
have been modified in the course of historical development.,Frida read the book.
I agree. They are eternal truths such as Freedom, Justice they are all common to all
states and societies,Che remarked.
Talking about truth. Our journey has come to an end. Remember to read the 10 point
program, the one just before the Socialist and Communist Literature.Get on the boat. I
will see in another 2 weeks,the driver smiled.
Chapter 9: The Beginning
Didnt his dad teach him anything,the driver said.
His dad was too busy hunting ghosts,Che smiled.
So much for real estate,Frida laughed.
Now we go to Cuba right, the truck driver said.
We going to Africa first. Bush going there,Tina laughed.
Thats not a bad idea. Socialists without borders,Che said in a very British accent
Everyone in the truck started laughing.
Remember we the revolutionaries are cockroaches. Now cockroaches dont die
right,Tina said. Say that in the parliament and they will call the KKK,the driver laughed.
You mean the police,Frida remarked
Just point your fingers in the air,Che said pointing to the sky
Can we color the house red?Yes, we can. Can we create a socialist state? Yes, we can.
Can we get rid of all the corporations? No, we cannot,Tina said trying to imitate a very
serious voice.
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No, we cannot,Frida questioned.

They will die off before we start Operation X,Che laughed.
Operation X,Tina remarked
I announce that we should eloquently Malcolmize the lawn,Frida smiled.
The Saudis exploit us. We exploit them. Che laughed.
Why dont we color the world map red,Tina smiled.
Let me read a part of the red book. Religious, moral, philosophical and juridical ideas
have been modified in the course of historical development.,Frida read the book.
I agree. They are eternal truths such as Freedom, Justice they are all common to all
states and societies,Che remarked.
Talking about truth. Our journey has come to an end. Remember to read the 10 point
program, the one just before the Socialist and Communist Literature.Get on the boat. I
will see in another 2 weeks,the driver smiled.
All of them glued their eyes on the 10 point program as they got on the boat.They were
reminded of the landlord, the media affair, the ghosts in the BP car, Carlos, the IMF, Fidel,
the Zapatistas and their programmes. At this moment, they had no idea where they were
going. However, they were going to be after all....
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