I like the juxtaposition of the little guy with the building. I’d be interested to know if any of your army men are still out there on Sunday or Monday. Out here in Sodom by the Sea it’s usually so windy that they don’t last long outdoors. Though some of the ones that I place in metro stations last a couple of days.
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"We have no words to waste on you. When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is. In roar of shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine-guns will our answer be couched. We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain. As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright. And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power. There is the word. It is the king of words—Power. Not God, not Mammon, but Power. Pour it over your tongue till it tingles with it. Power."
I like the juxtaposition of the little guy with the building. I’d be interested to know if any of your army men are still out there on Sunday or Monday. Out here in Sodom by the Sea it’s usually so windy that they don’t last long outdoors. Though some of the ones that I place in metro stations last a couple of days.