On Fleeing the Country --- Ben Tripp

[Mr_Jefferson_24]

By BEN TRIPP

http://counterpunch.com/tripp08112007.html

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Fleeing the country is taking longer than I thought it would. I’ve been planning my escape for several years now: the tunnel is dug, the papers forged, I stitched up an SS greatcoat out of old burlap sacks, made a pair of jackboots out of prosciutto nicked from the canteen, and I’ve memorized a few phrases of the kind of German they now speak in Washington (“Karl Röve ist ein Zionen mit einem Vorhaut”). Yet I’m still here, and I can’t quite say why. It’s not like I’m having the time of my life waiting for Homeland Security goons to show up at the house and shove an electric fucknozzle up my botty. The only obvious reasons to stick around, besides some atavistic sense of patrie, are bile, cowardice, and sloth, my three primary virtues if you exclude man tits.

Four years ago when I first started crafting a hang glider out of newspaper and broom handles, powered by a lawnmower engine with just enough gas to get me over the Mexican border . . .

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Looks easy enough -- might be something to think about:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=0cvvxYVlFqY