Bob is a Fagg

From: James Aubuchon <norksquad@yahoo.com>

Subject: Cops and Robbers
To: slack@subgenius.com

That's what you are! A bunch of fucking cops! Psychedelic Pharisees who spend all your time fighting not to be "normal". Your eyesight is limited you psycho freak-ass half-hearted wimpy wanna be hard-core trippy dudes. All you are is the Yang to the Pink Boys Ying. A simply cog in the equation. A total waste of time! When you finally decide to have absolutely no opinions whatsoever, then let me know. Then I can tell you that having no opinions whatsoever is a fucking waste of time. Just a Yang to the opinionated's Ying. Then you will realize that Ying's and Yang's suck, and being subgeniuses sucks, and everything just sucks. Then of course you will have to realize that believing that sucks, and when you then decide that you don't believe anything, realize that believing that sucks too. So when your mind finally explodes (and then gets better), and then explodes again and you decide that you don't care anymore (after deciding once or twice to care again for short periods of time), you will realize that Bob Dobbs is just a wimp-ass.

You know this Bob Dobbs thing is passe. It's old, worn out, early 80's psycho banter that needs an overhaul. It has "become something" and is therefore trite, worthless, and ultimately boring. It was funny for about a week in 1983, and that's it. GET OVER IT!! I suggest that you now find a real cult leader: ME

You see I have what it takes to be a cult leader. I've done lots of drugs, I have actual experience being a religious leader (this is no joke, I have pastored churches). I have a Masters degree in theology, and I think I'm God. What else do you need? I mean I'm not some wimp like Bob. I'll have all of you drinking poison kool-aid in no time and that's no joke. I'm not some half-ass take-your-money sorta nice guy. I will own your soul man, and you will not get out alive guaranteed. I will so twist the Bible, and feed you enough intellectually acceptable horseshit that you will think I'm real smart. Also, I will use my incipent psychic presence to make you feel like God is present everytime we meet. You will be certain that I am "spiritual", and then you will fall under my spell. I'll promise you slack, but I'll give you hell baby believe it! You will be so psychologically bondaged to my psycho freak ways that it will literally take a deprogrammer to get you out, and since I have been a deprogrammer in the past, I will know how to counter the deprogrammers every move.

Of course when you join my brood, and go deep enough, you will find out that we worship Satan, and will offer your soul to him to be totally possessed beyond imagining. You will be so full of demons that you will feel a sick pit in your stomach that holds the weight of all the demon spirits residing in your soul. You will vomit black shit and hate your mom. You will be mine mine MINE!!! Not some fake free guy like Bob promises. You will be my fucking slave!!

So what do you think? I can move into Dobbstown, take over, and be cutting the hearts out of babies in no time. It's up to you. If you want the real thing, then vote for me. If you want some fucking half-ass goof with a pipe (and enough of the stupid pipe jokes man..the pipe up the ass, getting fucked with the pipe, the pipe is the magic wand...the pipe is LAME. Lose the pipe)

So you bunch of deistic insipent gnostic think-your-psychedelic wanna-be normal but can't because you smoked dope in high school and didn't get good grades bunch of retarded pseudo-psycho dope heads, make me your god and all will be well (at least for a while), and be done with worn out wimps like Bob Dobbs. He's a fag...It's obvious

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