The above comes from the military manual given to all new arrivals at Johnston Atoll, the Pacific island where we dumped a whole bunch of toxic material back in the day. I can’t help but love the accidental Zen of this motto.
More on the Johnston Atoll lifestyle here.
monkeyball // Jun 12, 2012 at 2:10 pm
The Smaller The AREA
The Bigger The MAN It Takes
To SCATTER It
monkeyball // Jun 12, 2012 at 2:11 pm
The Smaller The PERFECT REFERENCE CHEETO
The Bigger The MAN It Takes
To Find It
Brendan I. Koerner // Jun 12, 2012 at 4:19 pm
@monkeyball: Ah, but all perfect reference Cheetos are of uniform size.
monkeyball // Jun 12, 2012 at 4:33 pm
The More Perfect The REFERENCE CHEETO
The More Imperfect The MAN It Takes
To Find It
Brendan I. Koerner // Jun 12, 2012 at 4:38 pm
@monkeyball: That’s some William Carlos Williams shit right there. Well done.
monkeyball // Jun 14, 2012 at 4:02 pm
Thanks, Brendan.
I seem to recall someone (you? me? someone else?) making a funny about Frito-Lay execs carrying PRCs around on llama-back, as with the (Mark Leyner-penned?) apocryphal story of Sendero Luminoso carrying around Abimael Guzman’s Perfect Reference Semen so as to keep his legacy out of the hands of The Man.
Or did I just now make that funny?