OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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civilized era, and came through the civil rights era without
becoming bitter. He was honestly puzzled by bigots, and often
remarked that most Klansmen hated themselves more than they
hated him. It was kinda like working with Yoda.
When the accident occurred, the reactions people had were a
true indication that the world didn't deserve my friend. The
driver of the forklift that struck him was worried about his job.
The plant manager was worried about OSHA, Bud was pissed
that he had to clean up the mess, and (of course) Susan was
"worried about his soul".
"It's a shame", she said with a smug little smirk, "he wasn't
saved. Now he's in hell."
Shortly thereafter, Susan was doing his job, cleaning toilets.
There is some bullshit I will not tolerate...and I couldn't think
of any better way to make her regret Henry's demise.
I don't really know where Henry is, but I like to think he's with
his Evangeline, singing 1950s Blues tunes and drinking a cold
one. If there is ANY justice in this rotten, maggot infested
universe, that's the case. Heaven was MADE for people like
him...many will be called, and few, indeed, will be chosen.
Assholes like Bud and Susan will be snatched by the neck, and
thrown into the pit, where bill collectors pound on your door,
and televangelists scream from your TV, and the IRS collects
your limbs in lieu of taxes...an eternity of listening to assholes
like Ronald Reagan, Richard Nixon, and Jerry Falwell...where
nothing seems right, and...
Whoops. I meant to talk about heaven, and somehow wound up
talking about hell...or my town. Take your pick.
Or kill me.
or kill me