I was just thinking, Isn't the pope supposed to be infallible, then how could he have been a member of Hitler Youth, the only answer possible is that the Catholics love Hitler Youth, seriously I'm just waiting for the Pope to go all Dr. Strangelove.
PS-MEIN FUHRE... RRRR! [what he says right before knocking over his Reichsstag snowglobe]
7/20/2005
Factus(Fa-c-tus) from the Latin, to fact!
The TASMANIAN WOLF went extinct in 1936, shortly thereafter the world went to war.
P.S.- It wasn't a wolf or a tiger, it was a marsupial you bastards, a innocent marsupial, you killed it, you killed a mammal that shelter its children -inside- themselves.Bastard!
7/18/2005
The more you know, the less you care.
Some people say people are like viruses. Mostly machines and machine sympathizers, those who identify more with a rigid dark world of "0's" and "1's" to the chaos we call life. In other words, these "others" lack the pragmatism to understand the issue they have presented. The issue they have presented is a ripe full issue, with fully anthropomorphic child baring thighs, like a youth in spring, a Arcadian relief from the late Victorian era, a thing of beauty...Something those filthy robots and their robot loving half breeds could never understand, for they are cold, and live without beauty. But you my friend, with your Sophist mind know viruses are perfect, their general structure unchanged through out all of natural history, while we were still swimming around is some apes nut they were masters of the world, in other words we still have some work to do, they don't.
-this has been brought to you by the V.A.D.L.(Viral Anti Defamation League)
-this has been brought to you by the V.A.D.L.(Viral Anti Defamation League)
7/01/2005
Words of Wisdom: Count down to Independence
Do you hear ethereal voices scream from the margins of songs and do you see curses in the silent still mumblings of passersby
Do you dream of blood spilling across the horizon in a sunset; Hidden sinister meanings in children's play time songs.
Do statues turn their stoic necks to gaze upon you when our back is turned; Do crows find you no matter where you hide.
Do violins play in the distance and Indians chant from broken radios; Do you awaken every morning to clammy phantom hands about your neck, vanishing like your dreams of fiery Charnel houses and skinless men covered in ants.
If so, Shhh...No one need know.
Do you dream of blood spilling across the horizon in a sunset; Hidden sinister meanings in children's play time songs.
Do statues turn their stoic necks to gaze upon you when our back is turned; Do crows find you no matter where you hide.
Do violins play in the distance and Indians chant from broken radios; Do you awaken every morning to clammy phantom hands about your neck, vanishing like your dreams of fiery Charnel houses and skinless men covered in ants.
If so, Shhh...No one need know.