OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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Now, many of you may say, at this point, "Great, Rev, you
insufferable jerk, you ALWAYS say these things, but you
NEVER tell us what to do ABOUT it...to which I say that I
could but that would be wrong. Cheating. I would go on to say
that "Bob" didn't put that 7 pounds of grey goo between your
ears as BALLAST, no DID he? No, kiddies, you are going to
have to figure this one out on YOUR OWN! HAH! THey
never said anything about THAT in the Principia Discordia,
did they? They never mentioned that there might come a day
when you would need your own WITS for MORE than
composing clever poems and epigrams, DID THEY? Well, I
got news for ya, chilluns! If you are going to raise hell with the
Donner Party, you have to bring your own keg! In short, you
have three (3) choices...be a slave, be dead, or USE YOUR
FRICKIN' HEAD for something other than a BOBDAMNED
HATRACK! Magna Mater! Magna Mater!...Atys...Dia ad
Aghaidh 's ad aodann...Agus bas dunach...ort! Dhonas 's
dholas ort, agus leat-sa! Ia Cthulu! Ia Hastur!
OR KILL ME!
Editors note: This has been the last Sermon in a series of 25,
all of which have appeared on this forum at one time or
another (see archives). The Good Reverend is resting now, and
his doktors say he will be just fine, thanks. He will be
embarking on a long project, "The Gospel of Roger" (working
title), which may or may not be posted here, based on whether
or not he "frickin' feels like it". Thank you, and good night.
or kill me