Make Room! Make Room!

344 MILLION CITIZENS IN THESE GREAT UNITED STATES

They had become close in spite of their difference in ages: Think young, be young, Sol had always said, and he had lived up to his own rule.

One time we had the whole world in our hands, but we ate it and burned it and it’s gone now.

So mankind gobbled in a century all the world’s resources that had taken millions of years to store up, and no one on the top gave a damn or listened to all the voices that were trying to warn them, they just let us overproduce and overconsume, until now the oil is gone, the topsoil depleted and washed away, the trees chopped down, the animals extinct, the earth poisoned, and all we have to show for this is seven billion people fighting over the scraps that are left, living a miserable existence — and still breeding without control.

Look, we live in a lousy world today and our troubles come from only one reason. Too goddamn many people.

he stayed out in front, carrying a compact, battery-operated bull horn: a gray metal trumpet with a microphone set into the end.

“Two, four, six, eight — Welfare rations come too late. Three, five, seven, nine — Medicare is still behind.”

“ ‘Kwash’ is short for ‘kwashiorkor.’

“Gratitude you can’t expect, a salary you can. It’s a job.”

I heard some fancy stories on the TV, but it was so much bushwa.