OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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I thought for a moment, and said, "Sameer, look at it this way.
This is kinda like the 60s...the socio-economic situation has
created so many rejects that it is becoming fashionable to be
one. The tards that are running the show have pushed things to
the limit; we are just now beginning to see the backlash. Hell,
Fazeer will probably be in a commune this time next year, if he
isn't hauled off to Tunisia. Morons like Bush have had their
day, and screwed it up badly. The future belongs to little dolts
like Fazeer...and no God or government can stop it. Chaos, my
friend, is coming. It will make the 60s look like the 50s. These
aren't hippies, they're angry young people."
Sameer looked at the sky for a few moments, and then looked
at me, and laughed.
"Well, maybe you're right. It's not like they could do a worse
job than we have. I need to think about this...but in the
meantime, could you talk to Judge Richardson about this?"
"Sure, but I'm not sure how much good it will do. You'd be
better off talking to a lawyer."
"I already have, but you know the judge. Maybe you can grease
the skids a bit." (Judge Richardson is an avid skeet shooter, and
we see each other frequently)
"I'll try. Now, don't be too hard on the little savage. His heart is
in the right place."
Sameer laughed, "If I was his age, I would probably do the
same thing."
Sameer got into his car, and drove off. About 10 minutes later,
Crazy Steve walked over, and said, "So, what did the sandnigger
want?".
or kill me