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"superportfolios:" Domestic Affairs, Trade, and Extraterrestrial Affairs. The old Minister of Defense, who'd once had Hershie over for Thanksgiving dinner, was banished to the lowest hell of the back-bench. His portfolio had been subsumed into Extraterrestrial Affairs, and the new Minister, a young up-and-comer named Woolley, wasn't taking Hershie's calls. Hershie called Thomas to see if he could loan him rent money. Thomas laughed. "Chickens coming home to roost, huh?" he said. "What's that supposed to mean?" Hershie said, hotly. "Well, there's only so much shit-disturbing you can do before someone sits up and takes notice. The Belquees is probably bugged, or maybe one of the commies is an informer. Either way, you're screwed. Especially with Woolley." "Why, what's wrong with Woolley?" Hershie had met him in passing at Prime file:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%2...20-%20The%20Super%20Man%20and%20Bugout.txt (12 of 22) [1/3/2005 12:32:36 AM] file:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%20E-books/Cory%20Doctorow%20-%20The%20Super%20Man%20and%20Bugout.txt Minister's Office affairs, a well-dressed twenty-nine-year-old. He'd seemed like a nice enough guy. "What's _wrong_ with him?" Thomas nearly screamed. "He's the fricken _antichrist_! He was the one that came up with the idea of selling advertising on squeegee kids' t-shirts! He's heavily supported by private security outfits -- he makes Darth Vader look like a swell guy. That slicked-down, blow-dried asshole --" Hershie cut him off. "OK, OK, I get the idea." "No you don't, Supe! You don't get the half of it. This guy isn't your average Liberal -- those guys usually basic opportunists. He's a _zealot_! He'd like to beat us with _truncheons_! I went to one of his debates, and he showed up with a _baseball bat_! He tried to _hit me_ with it!" "What were you doing at the time?" "What does it matter? Violence is never an acceptable response. I've thrown pies at better men than him --" Hershie grinned. Thomas hadn't invented pieing, but his contributions to the art were seminal. "Thomas, the man is a federal Minister, with obligations. He can't just write me off -- he'll have to pay me." "Sure, sure," Thomas crooned. "Of _course_ he will -- who ever heard of a politician abusing his office to advance his agenda? I don't know what I was |
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