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Realization, implementation, as Plato asserted, differed from this purer reality of conceptualization. This particular difference was of sixteen million dollars spent on a conceptualistic reality that was lacking in implementation by about, say, sixteen million dollars! "Trust too much! Does that make me an ass hole? Are ass holes, persons who evacuate mounds of trust into which other step?" he thought. The newspapers printed conceptual political reality, but found little interest in the mundane of the implementation. Marcus, reflected as to whether Plato ever specified the nature of the failure of perfection. How do you say fucking thieves in Greek? For two straight weeks there was nobody, except occasionally Jake who'd come to shoot the literary breeze. Marcus was introduced to Jake's own analysis of the dominant philosophies, the 'isms'. "You know that the Massachusetts Colony charter and Stalin's communism were nearly identical?" Jake teased. "Oh, Come-on." "No. Really. Damn near word for word. The difference is that one was just words without power. The other was words as a front for power. Now, Attila, there's a cool dude. No shit. No Attila-isms. It's mine, gimmee, whack. We need more Attilas. Think about it. We get all sorts of quasi-Attila-like jerk offs. Your buddy, Mussolini. What's all that faggot shit? He was a naas-ty kid. A bully. He just beat people up. He even did that when he was in school. You know?. When he was in the third grade, he was a bully beating up on other kids. Was that Fascism? His whole life was whacking anybody weaker. To do it bigger than one by one, to get others to help him beat up on political parties and then countries, he needed a party wrap, an ism. He wrapped it in whatever packaging would sell. He rotted after they hung his ass, but his bull shit hangs in there.