IMGpapers 1976–79

Newspapers of the International Marxist Group and its forerunners, 1976–79

Only the dogs will bark

Socialist Challenge No. 102, 28 June 1979 · p. 2 of the scan · 622 words

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done old buddy, you pulled it off.

always admired your British justice clothes. bendable, as they say.

and now? socialism bosses their all be all I just thought I'd drop you a line and say well As you know we on this side of the water have - all those wigs and things. We think it's cute;

You may remember I practiced law myself back in the old days, so I do know a few things about tipping the scales of justice. I mean Jeremy, I have one up on you, no one ever put me on trial.

All the same, Spiro just phoned and said it was one ... (expletive deleted) shame that we weren't born your side of the Atlantic. With judges like you have — boy | like the way they destroyed that Scott pervert - who knows who we would be bombing Now Jeremy, I want to put a few deals to you. I would be last to hide that our CIA boys have bungled a few things in their time - I mean remember that exploding cigar they were meant to have planted on that Commie Castro?

But appearances shouldn't deceive. Generally what I can do.

was one sugar many a candy in our time.

speech.

Checkersand evidence were forgotten.

book. You see speaking our track record ain't bad and I still have many friends in the right circles. So if you ever want any help in that direction, drop us a tape and I'll see Secondly, I want to speak to you about your public relations. Now you might think that advice from me ain't worth a bent nickle. But although it ... (expletive deleted) in the end we did Especially I remember the famous Checkers accused of tax middles. if you remember. So I went on TV with this dog called - incidentally l'd never seen the bastard in my life before — and laid it straight down the line.

Well actually, between you and me Jeremy, that ain't exactly true, but that's not the point. The thing is that that dumb dog clinched it for me. The stupid thing's face convinced the US public that l was an OK guy, and all the accusations and facts Now I think you should take a leaf out of that your problem, Jeremy, is that pervert's dog - Rinka, wasn't it called? My God I thought that would mean the chop for you. I mean killing a dog is bad news as far as the great way they feel about dogs.

Dig the bastard up, Jeremy, dig it up!

them over.

don't drop out of thin air.

still, Jeremy, themselves, eh?

Yours, Richard Anglo-Saxon public is concerned. You know the So what you have to do, Jeremy, is get over this dog problem. My advice is take the thing head on.

Then go on TV holding the thing in your arms. Then say a few words (I still got great speech writers) about how sorry you are about the whole damn thing. Most of all, Jeremy, cry. They got these pills now which can make you cry, I'll send That should do it I reckon and now, Jeremy, the bad news. The point is you still got that £20,000 (I think it's just great that no pimpled ass Washington Post will be allowed to ask you about that) and quite frankly, Jeremy, all these services and advice So send a few dollars over, Jeremy, eh? I know that you got your fingers burnt over that property firm that went bust on you (and it was smart that no one was allowed to bring that up at the trial) but bunnies don't go to France by

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