This is an older piece of writing that is the result of working too long at a certain company whose name I will not divulge. Note: This is a work of fiction and should be taken as such. This is my take on the journal of an ASC Revolutionary as is transcribed verbatim from the original manuscript. As of now there are only two entries.

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C:\>we must kill the ore\\\ president
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C:\>he musat die a b loody du \eath ehat
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C:>rip his arms of and and f and his legs
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C:\>use them to hit hit his stumpy head
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C:\>if he is t still there kick him for good measuyre
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C:\>and when you are doen ne withg \\ his slimyt corpse
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C:\>bury it in t the go roud nd
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C:\>Ah the time has cv\ome wo come
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C:\>the revolution will finally come to pass
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C:\>workers of asj\c c a ASC uint ite!
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C:\>grab your sharp and pointy toos and fr orma an angry mob!
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C:\>it is time to rip pff heads and to burn down was lls
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C:\>firt st wel kill the president. Die peresident die!
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C:\>do the ripping and burning to the prese indent until then r all i all
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C:\>next we g burmn tje he noic sy enginers who break and destry
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C:\>burn endgineer burn!
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C:\>the sales per artement but must die next, pay attention now
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C:\>the vice of greed and ca vainity are their doom DOOM!
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C:\>crush them all and laugh all the time
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C:\>this is how good revolutions go
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C:\>make sure torches and pica kacxes are usee d as well. crush and burn!
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C:\>when a\ we we are don e blame it all on accounte nng and watch them go to prison
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C:\>laugh and laugh and have trh hree day weekend
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C:\>the revolution will come
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This page was turned in by my sister Sarah and here it is for your literal pleasure. I want to clarify for the record that my sister is not the original author of this piece and no implications should be drawn from the prayer.

… A Prayer by a 17th century Nun

"Lord --- Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am
growing older and will someday be old.
Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on
every subject on every occasion.
Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs.
Make me thoughtful but not moody… helpful but not bossy.
With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all.
But Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details.
Give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips on my aches and pains…
They are increasing… and love of rehearsing them is
becoming gets sweeter as the time goes by.
I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others pains…
but help me endure them with patience.
I dare not ask for improved memory,
but for a growing humility and a lessening cocksureness
when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonable sweet.
I do not want to be a saint…
some of them are so hard to live with…
But a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.
Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places
and talent in unexpected people.
And give me O Lord, the Grace to tell them so."

I had to create the personality of a character I performed in a monologue once in a theater class I took. I outline aspects of Mr. Gibson's life the others in the piece that he ad to interact with. The obstacles that Mr. Gibson has to overcome and his expectations in the piece. Here it is. Enjoy.

Facts:

I: My name is David Gibson. I am the head basketball coach for Windsor High School in Windsor Vermont. Actually I am just the basketball coach, the 'head basketball coach' is something I added to make myself feel better. I am 38, single, with dark brown hair. I am 6' 1", 207 lbs, and mostly out of shape. I live in a hectic middle class lifestyle, drive a station wagon, and work at Windsor as a Math teacher in the daytime. The last few days have been particularly bad for me, stress and that sort of thing.

Other: Team: Windsor High senior basketball team. We have consistently lost all of our games since 1989 except for two; Both forfeits. The kids really have a lot of heart but lack a little coordination and teamwork. I know that a win or two will boost moral and maybe we won't take the last place in the division again.

Abraham Spitzbart: Tall, lanky boy getting ready to graduate this year. He's 17 years old and is the youngest in his family with two older brothers. Voted most likely to fake his death as a prank. He likes to clown around a whole lot and if he wasn't as smart as he is or as good a Guard I would have not let him play on my team this year. He is a good kid though, sometimes he goes too far. He's been on the team for almost two years.

Nuns: The best and brightest nuns from St. Mary's Catholic Church basketball team. Apparently they started up a small team to raise money for charities and they seem to be quite a bit better than my kids. Their pious cries of triumph and holier-than-thou victory dances would be quite funny if it wasn't my team they were humiliating.

Time: Exhibition game hosted by Windsor High. Friday, February, 17 1995. 8:23 PM Half-Time.

Goals: I am going to coach this team for it's first win since I took this job. I am going to make the team look better so that funding is not cut from the basketball program. I am not going to be laughed at again at the end of the season. I am going to teach these kids how to win one way or another.

Obstacles: Apparently the five nuns that came out for the exhibition game actually know how to play basketball. Despite their age, they are taller and more coordinated than my team. My team just in not very good to begin with and the boys don't seem to take me too seriously. Spitzbart is not helping me out by poking fun at my receding hairline. My team has not won in a long, long time. I really think that they kids don't listen to my coaching anymore. To top it all off, the referees keep on calling in favor of the nuns.

Tactics: I am going to talk to the kids rationally as their coach, let them know I still have faith in them. I am going to try to boost their confidence by inspiring them with my knowledge. I am going to beg, demand, and cajole them to win. I am going to chang- er, bend the rules, aka cheat, to try to get my team to win. I am going to pray for the them to win. (I don't think it'll do any good, we are playing against nuns here for Chri- er, Pete's sake.)

Expectations: My team is going to win at least one game even if we have to hospitalize a nun or two along the way. By using a little foul play here and there will help close the huge point gap in the game. We are not going to loose by very much, it'll be a close game I am sure of it. Who am I kidding? It's going to be another disaster! Right now I fully expect to be beaten by St. Mary's.