Old Folks was trained as a disassembler.
That's someone who hates America, or hates freedom, but claims to love America,
love freedom. He sneaks or hides his true feelings.
He conceals or disguises
them.
See simulate.
Also simulacrum. To have a stand-in
for the real thing, a phony, a fake. A marionette.
Charlie Mc fucking Carthy.
Run, Toto, run. We're not in Kansas anymore. We are in the Land of Oz.
Maybe he hates himself, a self-hating Jew, like Woody Allen in Deconstructing
Harry.
It didn't seem to Old Folks like Woody Allen hated himself.
If anything, he hated the idiots who worshipped celebrities, and held them to a lower
standard of truth, because they were, well, famous.
As a writer, Old Folks
had learned to field-strip himself and put himself back together, blindfolded.
He knew the function of every valve, pump, switch, and bicycle horn, how to remove
and replace it, and how to bypass it, if it failed.
Don't accuse Old Folks
of something if you don't know what you're talking about.
Sir.