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Sunday, September 15, 2002

The Male's brief history of Mongolia:

TM: for mister oceanic (Editor's Note: Genghis Khan), war was an end unto itself.
TM: his people had no skill in farming, or in learning, or in building, or in anything
TM: taking was what they did
TM: thievery on a stupendous scale
TM: and, eventually, you run out of banks to rob
TM: you burn baghdad to the ground, because everybody who's anybody does that
TM: and then, before you notice, you become some piss-ant monkey state sandwiched between, and in fact entirely rolled up in two big, fat, commie world powers
TM: and you go, "fuck."
TM: "i liked it better when we was raping and pillageing and steppeing out in style."
TM: yay. mongol pun.
titania fae: lol
TM: "world feared us then," you say.
TM: "now they just think we eat lamb."
TM: so, from mass thievery and war for the fuck of it, to soy sauce and irrelevance in two easy steps
TM: three, if you count baghdad.

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