It was with amusement that I read the article en-sheathed in your hallowed pages penned by one Brigadier Sir Comrade Simon Wilson (Mrs) on various subjects of topical interest, disinterest and liberal concern.

Amazing really how, over successive weeks, one person can cram so much and so many swinging, leering attacks at the remainder of the human race in so few lines of diatribe - Ah such genius!!!

Particularly informative were his comments on Brierley Investments' takeover operation in Christchurch, and subsequent condemnation of the motivation and purpose of Brierleys. "Vultures" indeed!! The description itself points to an operation in trouble and its incorporation by another more successful concern can only reduce unnecessary duplication and provide better results for customers and the economy as a whole. By acting as intermediary and perhaps catalyst to this transfer, Brierley's have done some good for the economy and after all it is the purpose of any business to return a profit, which Brierley does to an exceptionally effective degree.

However by no stretch of the mental nodes do we want an elite commune of corporate giants; whose managers could arguably run the country slightly better than anything we've seen in the last centure; nor, perish the thought, the existance of a unitary ultimate corporation such as China Inc. Or do we Comrade Wilson?

All us anarchistic little pricks need at least something to attack to affirm our own existence or ego's we have nothing else in us but abhorrence at the rest of humanity — I hate meself for existing six days out of seven!!!

But consider your self by no means friendless Ah no!!!

My associates and I will find a very soft spot for you when our revolution sweeps to power. No, not a bog in the north of Ireland but a job, a role, an identity in our new consciousness as a nation!!

Our first task, once in power will be to rescue our mortally wounded economy and make En Zed bountiful, pure and free again.

(Top of the Week - Salient 2/4/79 P3)

Rid of these types of groups, organisations or disorganisations as the case may be, our new doctrine, formulated by Eyertoller Aminie Nhoko Dri-Retch, namely that of "common sense" will be implemented (originating from the Maltese philosophy of "Euk Yer".)

You see without you and yer mates shagging round jerking off audibly arguing about how nobody gets a fair slice of the pie, which incidentally due to the prevalent verbal diahorrea is getting successively fucking smaller in real terms, we can get round to improving the fucking shit-hole we're soon to be living in.

So in retrospect I tentatively suggest that people in general (I wouldn't Dare say anyone in particular) stop bitching about things not immediately relevant to our own scene; and stop bitching about and start doing something about our own worries here on home soil. Such things as union action. Incessant strikes don't do a helluva lot for the place except if they go on long enough, then most people will piss off overseas and there will be enough jobs left for all three of us, you, your ego and me. Also to all the tready socio-communo-fuckwit types who dream pipe dreams of better days and better ways - if you like it that much, don't preach it to us ad [unclear: useum], piss off over there, don't come back, and leave the rest of us alone to sort out our country.

Well viewers I seem to have vented only a little of me hatred but I'm starting to hate meself for existing again right now - Dunno, must be one of me six days out of seven - y'know?