We have a crime against humanity here. And I take credit. Revenge is sweet. There is no other answer. I am talking about my friends Gozer and Zool. Everything went wrong for them! It was 1984, If I remember correctly. They were about to flex their muscles, when Dr Stanz put his finger on one of my minor minions! Here is the transcription:
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Everything was fine [with our system] until our power grid was shut off by dickless here. Walter Peck: They caused an explosion! Mayor: [To Peter] Is this true? Dr. Peter Venkman: Yes, it's true. [slight pause] This man has no dick. [Peck then tries to attack Dr. Venkman but is kept away by others in the room] Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, that's what I heard!
Bravo, Dr. Stenz! you gave Venkman the ammunition to silence a key minion. Yes, Walter Peck was a worthless twit, but he was my twit. And you put your mind on the right track when you discerned that he had bartered away his dick for his job. Yes, like so many worthless bureaucrats in our American culture, they do not even barter their souls, but merely their dicks! And I get great fun from selling them that worthless viagra! It only gives a passionless, cold tumescence, HO!
But I digress: The key point is that he really had no dick. But when you see the movie of what transpired, the facts have been altered! My revenge is sweet. Could you know this important fact! Could you figure this out? Never!
That’s because those self-same dickless minions of mine have stripped the truth away!
You will only find a total lie: Venkman says “This man is some kind of rodent, I don’t know which”
I’m amazed that you allow me to pull the truth right out of your history! Right out of your culture!
None other than the great Beelzebub could think of a plan to humiliate you so thoroughly. And you will allow yourself to laugh at this sorry alteration of what has happened. Instead of the truth that is so apparent: bureaucrats really ARE dick-less.
Gozer and Zool may have been defeated, but with bureaucratic censorship on my side, you lose!
The wretched: He is the Expulsion, the Exclusion, the Dismissal. After the blackmailing, after the vexation, after the crisis everything comes to an end. But everything must begin again. When one loses a job, sometimes it’s for the best: it could lead to unexpected changes in your life for the better. The Wretched is often lead to its lowly life but the Machine and even Justice cannot help him. Help comes through the High Priestress with her energy and the Operator who connects him to the Conspiracy: the brotherhood of precarious workers and migrants heats up his heart, brings him solidarity and makes him braver. Nevertheless 