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Krud

          Lazaretto sighed. “Well, the first song is called ‘Bomb the Babies’;
        this  is  going  to  cause  a  lot  of  problems,  even  more  than  ‘Spitting
        Blood’ on your last release. It seems to us that your point could be
        made  without  such  direct  incitement  to  infanticide;  maybe  call  it
        ‘Baby Boom’ and add a touch of humor to make it a bit ambiguous.”
          “Oh, come on, man.”  Krud shook  his head.  “You don’t get my
        point at all. It’s about abortion, very timely. Seems to me that, like,
        birth is just an arbitrary point in time during someone’s life. So, if you
        don’t want your child, or it turns out to be a real drag, you should be
        able to blow it away. Anytime you want, until it’s eighteen years old.
        Then the government takes over that privilege, right?”
          Vince winced.
           “All right. So maybe it’s satire, maybe you’re serious.  Luckily, I
        don’t have to figure you out. But, honestly: do you want it on your
        conscience if murders are committed in your name?”
          “Baloney. Murders are already being committed in my name:  John
        Q. Public, the tax-payer who subsidizes tens of thousands of killings
        throughout the Third World. I say, let’s come out of the closet and
        legalize it for the folks at home!”
          The older man shrugged.
          “Like I say, what I think about your opinions is unimportant. But
        every church group in the nation is going to campaign against you.
        Remember what happened to the Beatles after John Lennon said they
        were more popular than Jesus.”
          “I’m not old enough to remember,” said Schacht piously. “But I’d
        guess that was just an excuse for the preachers to reassert their mind
        control of the youth of America. Now it’s going to take stronger stuff
        to break their heads loose again. Nope. ‘Bomb the Babies’ goes on
        wax just the way I conceived it. Loud. Hypnotic. And very, very easily
        understood lyrics.”
          Lazaretto pulled a sheet of paper from the sheaf in his hands. He
        had anticipated resistance. Nothing for it but to forge ahead. “Okay,
        we’ll get back to that one later. Now, Lennie really liked  ‘Dump it
        Here’; it’s got a snappy refrain and the horns will pick it up in the
        bridge. But our attorneys don’t want you listing specific corporations
        by name. This kind of stuff is actionable; maybe you didn’t realize
        that.”



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