who gives a shit about dead people? lenin, stalin, gandhi, jesus, muhammad- fuck'em, they're long in the grave and dead-as-dillinger - who can they hurt or help now? your fight is w/ the living who are somehow inspired by their lives - how many fremonters get so fired up by old illiych's homely visage as to rush right home and thumb through his manifesto? i'm putting a shiny nickel on exactly zilch.