Earlier that day Vibe had stepped out of his private train, "The Juggernaut," onto a personally reserved platform at the Union Station, having only the night before departed from the Grand Central depot in New York.
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"The Juggernaut"
Imagine the set of balls your brain has to have to name your lavish, expensive, "fuck you, common man" transport "The Juggernaut." It's not enough to simply have enough money to own a private train taking up time on a set of railroad tracks which has access to private platforms taking up valuable real estate reserved for only the wealthiest of people. And to not just think that you deserve this aspect of your life, that you deserve the wealth and believe you got it through some combination of divine provenance and hard work rather than taking advantage of your fellow human beings by exploiting government, laws, and social mores. And then have the fucking nerve . . . the fucking gall to call your private train (just think about that two word phrase for a second. A private fucking train! (Sorry I made it a three word phrase) "The Juggernaut," meaning not only do you think you deserve it but fuck anybody trying to stand in your way! "I'm going to call my train (an extension of myself and, being a Pynchon novel, my penis) 'The Juggernaut' because I (and it (and my penis)) am (are?) an unstoppable force that will crush anybody who tries to stand in my way."
What a fucking dick!
Now imagine something even worse: a reader of this book who admires Scarsdale Vibe! I mean, sure, you can't argue that he hasn't got a cool name or that his dick must be huge! But admire the guy?! I know, he's rich and powerful and probably the only good looking mogul at the meeting while the others will be fat and pasty Boss Hogg types. And I bet he's a really selfish lover which you've got to love if you love having orgasms without doing a lot of work. But you just need to keep reminding yourself (and me, apparently, because I'm starting to swoon over here!) that he's a terrible person! The worst!
I wonder how many kids have been named "Scarsdale" since 2006? It would be a terrible name but probably no worse than all the fucking Saxons running around these days.
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