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10.11.00

During breakfast at Cafe Durant, J.E. informs me
that there exist activist groups who, desiring to stay
underground so that they don't become infiltrated
a la Black Panthers, plan a revolution by invitation only.

I shudder over eggs benedict, recalling
quickly scanned articles of how, as privileged scions
studying in early 50s Paris, Pol Pot and his cronies
joined the Communist Party and later mapped
out a Year Zero for the homeland.






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