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Real Revolutionaries Adorn Themselves On The Inside, Not On The Surface.

War Is Always A Struggle In Which Each Contender Tries To Annihilate The Other. Besides Using Force, They Will Have Recourse To All Possible Tricks And Stratagems To Achieve The Goal.

This Is The Cuzco Asking You To Pull On Your Armor And, Mounted On The Ample Back Of A Powerful Horse, Cleave A Path Through The Defenseless Flesh Of A Naked Indian Flock Whose Human Wall Collapses And Disappears Beneath The Four Hooves Of The Galloping Beast.

The Negro Is Indolent And A Dreamer; Spending His Meager Wage On Frivolity Or Drink; The European Has A Tradition Of Work And Saving, Which Has Pursued Him As Far As This Corner Of America And Drives Him To Advance Himself, Even Independently Of His Own Individual Aspirations.

Blind Hate Against The Enemy Creates A Forceful Impulse That Cracks The Boundaries Of Natural Human Limitations, Transforming The Soldier In An Effective, Selective And Cold Killing Machine. A People Without Hate Cannot Triumph Against The Adversary.