The not quite Communist Manifesto of Lord's Rendezvous

Dear Kin,

In early June 1971 I was sitting on the bank of the Mekong delta, smoking a menthol and examing the back of a whore, playing connect the dots with her bodies imperfections. Upon connecting the dots I spelled D-A-D-A (or Dada). I took it as a sign from Poseidon, Achilles, whomever and investigated the term, for at that moment in my life I did not have the education I have now.

Educating myself from a text found in an abandoned library outside a small town in the vicinity and using an interpreter. I didn't speak Vietnamese, and my interpretter didn't speak English but did speak Yiddish, a common language for us both.
I found that DADA was my obedience, is my confusion.

I say Kin because if you choose to embark on this journey we will truly become brothers and sisters armed with aggregious flattulence against those against those that do not oppress us, but serve us.

A blood oath we take, the same syphilis we have.

Signed,

Dear reader and fellow revolutionary,

To say that our embarkment upon the Dada-esque, politically charged epic novel that is Lord's Rendezvous was because "revolution was in the air" might be a slight overstatement....more than likely, it was because we were hopped up on a near lethal combination of Pop Rocks, Diet Coca-Cola, and the Flaming Lips. But reasons aside, this makes our mission no less important, our ambition no less grand, and our revolutionary document no less genius.

Some might dismiss our text as just a raffish attempt to bowdlerize history with a few well placed exotic venereal disease jokes. Quite frankly, these people make a valid point. But is it not possible that Alexander the Great had herpes? Or that Cesear had "the clap"? Or that Stalin had Peruvian Syphilis? Or that Saddam Hussein has Cuban Rot? And that these very venereal diseases where at the root of every political revolution that our world has seen......

So be fair, and ask yourself the question, is Lord's Rendezvous crazy?.......Or is it so sane that it blows your mind?

Go forth, and let Dada be your mistress.

Signed,