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It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted _ secretly, it was being dictated instead by the needs of technology _ by a conspiracy between human beings and techniques, by something that needed the energy-burst of war, crying, __oney be damned, the very life of [insert name of Nation] is at stake,_ but meaning, most likely, dawn is nearly here, I need my night__ blood, my funding, funding, ahh more, more _ The real crises were crises of allocation and priority, not among firms _ it was only staged to look that way _ but among the different Technologies, Plastics, Electronics, Aircraft, and their needs which are understood only by the ruling elite _
Thomas Pynchon Gravity's Rainbow
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It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted _ secretly, it was being dictated instead by the needs of technology _ by a conspiracy between human beings and techniques, by something that needed the energy-burst of war, crying, __oney be damned, the very life of [insert name of Nation] is at stake,_ but meaning, most likely, dawn is nearly here, I need my night__ blood, my funding, funding, ahh more, more _ The real crises were crises of allocation and priority, not among firms _ it was only staged to look that way _ but among the different Technologies, Plastics, Electronics, Aircraft, and their needs which are understood only by the ruling elite _
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Gravity's Rainbow

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