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Television screen switches to heart-rending advertisement....it's Sally Struthers, wandering past the Del Rey..the camera zooms back to show a woman dressed in an abbreviated top, her pudgy belly and navel ring clearly visible oncreen. Sally gazes sadly into the camera,, and speaks...
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"Every day in Costa Rica, hundreds of women go hungry. They do so because they're paying for their hunch-backed, deaf, retarded uncle to go to the specialist for a $300.00 treatment that will cure all his ills, or maybe they're trying to send dear old Mom to the electrolycist. Perhaps some might be afflicted with drug addiction, or have chitluns to feed.
Whatever the reason, these young ladies are going hungry, begging via e-mails to their rich and powerful gringo boyfriends. Sadly, they are often mocked, their pleas ignored.
Won't you help? Send your dollars today via Western Union, or contact:
'Save the Putas'
Apartado 0001-1303930194039129435
San Jose Costa Rica.'
Starving putas. Won't you help?"
The screen fades to black, the overly-painted eyelids of the woman staring from the screen, a small glycerine tear trickling down a round, brown cheekbone.
I awake from my doze in front of the TV set, throwing the remote control at the screen, screaming.
Tex, I'd love to help Helen, buddy...but I'm to blind and poor myself. I'm going out to the street now with a tin cup and pencils, and my harmonica. Maybe I'll beg enough money to be able to afford the lead-based paint chips, weiner-water soup and macaroni without cheese that I crave for dinner.
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Pura Vulva! Wandering through the dark, I am El Ciego.
Last edited by El Ciego on Fri May 27, 2005 3:04 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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