STINKY CHICKEN FACTORY
PROJECT
Rather than dwell amid psychos
chemically altered before birth by masonic mayors I went to live by a big smelly Slovenian chicken
factory.
For a small-town mentality you
need only two things: a small town, and a mentality. Throughout a century of
royalist, nazi, communist and uncle-ist administrations the stench of drying
blood and boiling guts has pumped out over the charming, historic little town
it owns.
As the traditional,
family-oriented home of "post"-communist
corporate embezzlement and political graft, you can do
whatever you want in
Slovenia. Jesus
is personally available to forgive your sins
in every village, in return for a
non-repayable bank loan and total mind control. You might ask, what
was ever invented in Slovenia? The answer is - everything! The only humans
to reproduce asexually, Slovenians are unique, but take a dim view of flirting,
which they assume is the prelude to a brutal
assault. Some confuse humour with hate.
Sick of foreigners running the
place, since 1991 Slovenia has been sorting everything out by itself,
occasionally visiting abroad to fetch more money. Recently the very
friendly natives have been protesting over how disappointed they are about
themselves.
But ultimately Slovenia is female and can't
confront anything. As with the wider politic, to oppose the stinky air of
Chickentown,
it would need official permission...from the
same people it would be protesting about.
One guy did campaign once about
the stinks - but had his tyres slashed. Finally someone arrived without
chicken genes, car, or relatives in town.
With no choice but to be proud of
their
foreigner-proof language, Slovenians love to boast how their different regions
can barely even understand each other. Reminded of the versatility of
English - and all the accompanying concepts from which they are barred - some descend into
a resentful melancholy at their
linguistic misfortune.
NPOSIALPU is using
funnies to try to clean the air up. In retaliation, easily manipulated nose-deaf drunken
smokers have been ordered to focus monotonously upon the outsider's Achilles heel, so
it's
speak Slovene or get your face smashed in. Just one English-speaker is
enough to support an ideology of foreign invasion. Can
you be battered into learning a language?
Ptuj thinks so. Would they find another reason if I did? I think
so.
Both pong and lingo are each in
their own way unspeakable.
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