Chistka Counselor wrote:
And Comrade Massively Opiated - how shameful that you admit using hair dye - especially Red which could be used more properly to only colour our glorious banners of Peace, Equality and Fraternity! Your enthusiasm to color yourself Red is understood - but a waste of resources cannot be tolerated. Please report to the Resource Allocation Buro and confess said crimes along with the return of the remaining People's colour. Since you seemed well intentioned, you may use your monthly alotment of Victory Vodka before commencing to the Resource Allocation Buro. The decadent decorative boots you mentioned also cause concern amongst my fellow purge counselors and we may need to question you in person at some point. We will decide if such questioning is necessary and the time and place of its beginning.
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY!
Comrade Chistka Counselor,
Your vexation and displeasure with my use of Red Dye for hair, rather than banners, flags and handbills, is understandable, but please refer to Comrade Otis of the Politburo. I would not think of contradicting Comrade Chistka Counselor's wisdom, but while you were away hunting the People's Enemy - the non-existent Haleski, I have in fact, received orders from above to dye my blonde hair red as I have been recruited as the first
Handi-capable member of the The People's Cube Radical Cheerleader Squad (if all were abled, might turn into Competitionism and since no one wants to beat the gimp, I keep playing field level... is genius, no?!?).
I was ordered forthwith, to present myself to the People's Salon for recolouring and re-edukation, and presented thereafter with my glorious Red Party Pom-poms. I am committing cheers to memory even as I type this, having had my official implant uploaded with chants and cheers honouring our Glorious Leader, The People's Cube, Potyomkingrad and the Red Planet, and the Politburo. Even now, my Jewish/Buddhist heritage is being overwritten, the Sabbath Blessing over the Bread, Wine and Candles, and the Prajna-Paramita being stricken from my consciousness to be replaced by Glorious Odes to the Young Cosmo-Pioneers of the Red Planet. As Kommissar Betty so kindly pointed out to me only last week (I think it was Kommissar Betty... Cheers are taking over parts of memory that were used for short/medium term recall), Ghandi was a Nazi, and I understand now in the very depths of my soul, rather than only intellectually, that all religions are the opiate of the masses.
I regret to inform Comrade Chistka Counselor that my ration of Victory Vodka was used, of necessity, as anaesthetic during trepanation and implant, but thank you for thinking so charitably of me.
Character Counts! Character Counts! Character Counts!
Sister Massively Opiated... rebooting...