Subject: Their Church of the SubGenius

From: "Alliekatt" <alleykatzen@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Sun, Oct 27, 2002 9:29 AM
Message-ID: <bLSu9.22936$iV1.19643@nwrddc02.gnilink.net>

Yanks.

Their oil, their big cars, their fat arses, their fifty acre parking lots,
their pet zionists, their pet terrorists, their bombs, their army, their
multizilliondollar corruption, their populace
enslaved by overwhelming personal debt spurred by the pressure of endless
consumption, their guns and violence, their angry minorities, their sick and
ignored poor, their Marshall Plan complex, their loud mouths.

Their bunkered cults, their roving snipers, their serial killers, their
uninsured, forgotten mental patients wandering with the freedom to bear
arms, their scientologists, their trademark on human potential, their
schools that teach flat earth and spontaneous generation, their blasted
wastes of polluted deserts and emptied watersheds, their constant inundation
of advertising, their bored children, their fear of neighbors, their
forgotten lives, their music that has become a leaden wavefront of static
rage or cookiecutter tripe.

Their malls, wandering, sprawling, endless displays of desired status; their
coveting of freedom that pigeonholes the wanderer as a fool, their coveting
of money that subjects the successful to queues of shameless panderers,
their coveting of joy that trademarks and packages the latest, smallest
shift of genuine insight.

Parades of mindless identity wrestling for a microphone of public
validation, demanding I get saved, care more, pay less, shop here, obey, and
raise a small child in the air to wave and cry out to the marching men in
leather bikinis, "Yes, I do approve of what you do in your bedroom, since
the culture thinks it's their job to police your beds, I guess it's my job
to bless your cockrings!"

Their tiny cabal of bankers operating 98% of the wealth, their tiny cabal of
corporate giants operating the markets, their tiny cabal of court justices
telling us how to interpret colonial freedom in a country that no longer has
frontiers, their tiny cabal of secret chiefs magically defending the cult of
the extinct European Playboy, this time, with a laptop and cell phone.

Their Conspiracy.

Their "Bob" that the very few worthy know like a secret handshake, their
Slack that the "Bob" reveals unto them, their loud and ballyhooed awakening
necessary just to walk outside and look in at their own game, while so many
of us already outside know, see, and breathe Slack like air.

We see that Bob bloke pass by the pub every now and then, and drag him in
for a pint, because we all know that he's good craic on a boring rainy night
when the habafropzipulops is sticky in the pipes of Russian sailors, and the
barking Welshmen have drunk early and passed out, one rare truly likable
Yank, he is, that Bob feller, the old bollox, he's the only one that can
pull the good ones out when the fire rains on Sodom.

But the mad useless feck owes the whole bloody town each thirty quid for
selling Pope certification cards when we was too knackered not to laugh our
arses off and hand it over. Fortunately for him, he stands his round.

alliekatt

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Subject: Re: Their Church of the SubGenius
From: bobdiddley@aol.com (Bobdiddley)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Sun, Oct 27, 2002 12:16 PM
Message-ID: <20021027121601.06458.00000839@mb-fm.aol.com>

>Yanks.
>
>Their oil, their big cars, their fat arses, their fifty acre parking lots,
>their pet zionists, their pet terrorists, their bombs, their army, their
alleykatzen ranted thusly:

>multizilliondollar corruption, their populace
>enslaved by overwhelming personal debt spurred by the pressure of endless
>consumption, their guns and violence, their angry minorities, their sick and
>ignored poor, their Marshall Plan complex, their loud mouths.
(...)

Laminated for my wallet.

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Subject: Re: Their Church of the SubGenius
From: mshotz@aol.comnospam (James T. Rex King of the Monsters)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Sun, Oct 27, 2002 1:30 PM
Message-ID: <20021027133023.23211.00000848@mb-mt.aol.com>

>Laminated for my wallet.
>

tatooed on my penis.

MSHOTZ: The Post Post Modern Man

"You remind Me a Song I can't name, in time I don't remember, in a place I
don't think I've ever been to."

Grampa Simpson

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Subject: Re: Their Church of the SubGenius
From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Oct 29, 2002 7:31 PM
Message-ID: <291020021931334560%stang@subgenius.com>

In article <20021027133023.23211.00000848@mb-mt.aol.com>, James T. Rex
King of the Monsters <mshotz@aol.comnospam> wrote:

> >Laminated for my wallet.
> >
>
> tatooed on my penis.
>
>

snorted up my third nostril

--
4th Stangian Orthodox MegaFisTemple Lodge of the Wrath of Dobbs Yeti,
Resurrected (Rev. Ivan Stang, prop.)
P.O. Box 181417, Cleveland, OH 44118 (fax 216-320-9528)
A subsidiary of:
The SubGenius Foundation, Inc. / P.O. Box 204206, Austin, TX 78720-4206
Dobbs-Approved Authorized Commercial Outreach of The Church of the SubGenius
SubSITE: http://www.subgenius.com
For SubGenius Biz & Orders: call toll free to 1-888-669-2323
or email: jesus@subgenius.com
PRABOB

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Subject: Re: Their Church of the SubGenius
From: KRONOS <null@void.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Wed, Oct 30, 2002 9:51 AM
Message-ID: <m2pttsj7y1.fsf@localhost.localdomain>

On Tue, 29 Oct 2002, stang@subgenius.com wrote:
> In article <20021027133023.23211.00000848@mb-mt.aol.com>, James
> T. Rex King of the Monsters <mshotz@aol.comnospam> wrote:
>
>> >Laminated for my wallet.
>> >
>>
>> tatooed on my penis.
>>
>>
>
> snorted up my third nostril

coded into my dna

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