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DELINQUENT: THE TROUBLESOME MANIFESTO. I love to go to those 'art fairs' and purchase landscape paintings for my living room. Farmhouses, barns, and schoolhouses. Sometimes a church. And such values! Not just "family," but "money," too! To think, for a mere fifty dollars, I can brighten up my family's lives with scenic portraits recalling the days that colored people served beneath us-- the entitled white people-- and Irish/Polish immigrants did our dirty jobs for us. They may be white, but just barely! Who understands their strange languages? I only speak the Language of Art. Fifty dollars! That can buy a lovely painting of a schoolboy reading his books in front of classmates, or it can be used to pay 300 day laborers to construct our shoes.