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NUCLEAR WAR AND THE POLITICS OF AGRESSION
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By The Mathematician
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A play.
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Scene: A diner. The time is the day after tomorrow.
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MABEL, a waitress is cleaning the counter, a bored look on her face.
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She stops and occasionally rubs insistently at one spot, trying to make
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some spot of grime come clean.
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RAINBOW, a hippie musician, is seated reading a newspaper. He
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occasionally takes a bite of his donut.
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FRANK, a truck driver, enters. He sits at the bar.
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FRANK- Coffee.
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MABEL- Yah. (She pours him coffee.) So, how's the road?
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FRANK- Icy. I seen two, maybe three cars out today.
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MABEL- That bad, huh?
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FRANK- Yeah. One of 'em was one of dose little Jap cars. The ones you
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put a teaspoon a'gas in an' they run all year, an' ya can't get more'n two
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guys in the back seat.
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RAINBOW- (mumbles) Not true.
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Frank- What you say?
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Rainbow- Uh, nothing really.
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Frank- Ya said somethin', now what was it?
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Rainbow- Um, well, just that me and my friends managed to get four
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people into the back seat of a Subaru last Saturday.
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Frank- Don' tell me about your sex orgies, ya little prevert.
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Rainbow- I wasn't talking about orgies, I was talking about cars.
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Frank- Aw, shut up. Prevert.
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Mabel- Lighten up on the kid, eh Frank?
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Frank- (mumbles) Fatass broads think they can tell anybody what to
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do...
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Some time passes. Rainbow finishes his newspaper, and puts it down. It
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is the Village Voice. He gives it to Frank, sort of as a peace offering.
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Frank- What's dis?
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Rainbow- Um, a newspaper?
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Frank- Never mind ya pinko commie trash. I read a paper with class.
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Rainbow- And what would that be?
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Frank- The Daily News.
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Rainbow- Oh. Nothing like a bit of photojournalism, but I like this
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paper's writing.
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Frank (opens the Voice and reads it. Finding an anti-Reagan article,
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he slams the paper down on the counter.
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Frank- Here's just what I mean. This Commie writer says Reagan's going
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to get this country into a war. He even doesn't believe in the Star Wars
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project. What kinda crap is this, anyhows?
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Rainbow- You're a Republican, I take it.
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Frank- Damn right. That man's done more for this country since anyone
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than McCarthy.
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Rainbow- McCarthy?
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Frank- Yeah, McCarthy. He arrested Commie spies. Cleaned out the
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Govamint.
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Rainbow- I stand corrected. But what about Reagan?
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Frank- Him, too. He's got the Russkies shittin' in their pants.
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Rainbow- That's exactly what we don't want. If the Soviets feel
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they've lost security, they may pull a first strike.
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Frank- Bull! They're too scared!
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Rainbow- Not at all. And the Star Wars defense is a waste of money.
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Frank- What the hell? Protectin' this country from nucular bombs ain't
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good? I suppose ya liberals'd have us use the money on some kinda social
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programs or crap like that.
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Rainbow- Well, yes. The laser weapons couldn't protect the country
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from bombers, cruise missiles, or even ICBM's, really.
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A brilliant flash, as if from a thousand suns, lights up the stage.
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Frank grabs Rainbow and slams him against the counter as everybody
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vaporizes.
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Rainbow - See?
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()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()())
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plays dice with
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the universe.
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1. Quote: J.B., J.B. "Sticks and stones and steel are
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____
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chances./ There's no will in stone and steel.../"
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B. But God disposes of that one when he smites J.B. some
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more, forcing J.B. to know that God is actually against him,
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and not merely looking elsewhere while entropy sets in.
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C. Without a God, the debate is meaningless. (Yes, and I'm
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not gonna tell her the truth: There isn't one! Our debate is
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