OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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With Zevon gone, the most I can do to block out the babbling
of Cspan is Orff's Carmina Burana. Give it a listen; I would
not steer you wrong...seriously, if you are listening to Orff and
NOT burning down a village, you SHOULD be.
It's a poor substitute, of course, but it's all there is; we all need
something, especially those of us in Mudville (the country
formerly known as the USA)...hell, the news is so bad these
days that even the frickin' MORMONS are surly. A few came
by the house the other day, and threatened to beat me up if I
didn't accept their tracts. I finally got rid of them by macing
one, and sicking the dawg on the other...my dawg being a 90
pound brute of a mutt who views people at the door as a
contact sport. They tried to escape, babbling something about
the police..."Police?", I laughed, "you don't want THEM
involved. They'd beat the shyt out of you bigamists and lock
you in a cage! Ascroft is in now, you perverts, and he's going
to put the arm on you people!". I began kicking them, and they
ran away, cursing, pursued by the Dawg.
Afterward, I was wracked with guilt...I actually used Ashcroft's
name as a threat! What was I thinking? Oh, well, no help for it
now...I'll just have to adjust to the New America, like everyone
else. With the new VICTORY Act, it's not like any of us have a
choice, after all. Get with the program, or be locked in a cage,
like the filthy murdering terrorist-sympathizing scum you are.
There is no joy in Mudville; Mighty Zevon has struck out.
Or kill me.
Note to readers: The Good Reverend Roger wrote this under
the influence of something, but we're not sure what. I am
posting it for him on his favorite BBSs, before he comes to his
senses. That'll teach the bastard--Yours truly, Mrs Rev Rog, the
long-suffering.
or kill me