He thought it was real doggone cute (and for awhile, it was). He even taught it a couple of bar tricks, nothing special mind you... but it certainly was a cute distraction! Eventually, it would eat its way through its pants and start crying about being mistreated. When the man tried to shut it up, the ass replied "It's you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we don't need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit!"
Be very wary of cancerous assholes.
"The end result of complete cellular representation is cancer. Democracy is cancerous, and bureaus are its cancer. A bureau takes root anywhere in the state, turns malignant like the Narcotic Bureau, and grows and grows, always reproducing more of its own kind, until it chokes the host if not controlled or excised. Bureaus cannot live without a host, being true parasitic organisms. (A cooperative on the other hand can live without the state. That is the road to follow. The building up of independent units to meet needs of the people who participate in the functioning of the unit. A bureau operates on opposite principle of inventing needs to justify its existence.) Bureaucracy is wrong as a cancer, a turning away from the human evolutionary direction of infinite potentials and differentiation and independent spontaneous action, to the complete parasitism of a virus."
-Williams S. Burroughs II
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