fifty million wogs can't be wrong?? Below is an extract from CROUCH END written by Stephen King. PC Vetter waved PC Farnham forward and Sergeant Raymond, who had looked around at once when he heard the American woman's semi-hysterical voiuce, back. Raymond, who liked breaking pickpocketers' fingers like breadsticks("Aw, c'mon, mate," he's say if asked to justify this extra-legal proceding, "fifty million wogs can't be wrong."), was not the man for a hysterical woman. I wonder what 'fifty million wogs can't be wrong' means here.