"Bradley Denton - Wrack & Roll" - читать интересную книгу автора (Denton Bradley)

Got our rifles in our hands.
Well, we goin' up to see of Uncle Joe,
So he an' Gen'rl George can be friends.

Well, when we get there Joe'll be sorry
For all the bad things that he done.
Yeah, when we get there Joe'll be sorry
For all the bad things that he done.
He been messin' round with Cousin Adolf,
But now we gon' have us some fun:

We gonna wrack an' ruin—
Yeah, gonna roll right over you.
Gonna cut you down, Joe,
Ain't gon' be nothin' you can do.

Say now,
What's this here thing blazin' in our soul?
Just some of Gen'rl George's sonofabitchin'
Wrack an' Roll.
—Pvt Eddie Dixon, "Goin' up to Moscow," 1945




Hysterical Perspective I: Dallas, Dallas, Do You Read?
Bitch Alice died on the Moon in 1967. She was standing in front of a TV camera in the Mare
Tranquillitatis, about to sing "Race You to Hell" with a taped accompaniment, when a fuel valve
exploded on the lander thirty yards away.

There was no chance that she and the other four astronauts of Conquistador 18 could be
rescued. History does not record how many of them committed suicide before their twelve remaining
hours of oxygen were expended.

***
The former Alice Pendleton was survived by an illegitimate ten-year-old daughter, seven
platinum albums, and millions of pissed-off Wrackers.

Forty thousand of the latter, give or take a few hundred, honored her memory by carrying out
her last wishes.

"If I'm gonna die," she had said before anyone at the National Organization of Space Science
(NOSS) had the presence of mind to cut off the worldwide transmission, "those jewbaiters are gonna
pay."

A half-second of silence had followed, and then came the Bitch's last two publicly-heard words:

"Trash Dallas."

So they did. Not the entire city, but all of the suburb that was NOSS.