Subject: Re: The Repercussions of Being Accused
Date: 27 Oct 1997 04:04:49 GMT
From: Bob_Chapman@NOSPAM!.brown.edu (Crazy Bob)
Organization: Brown University, Providence, RI -- USA
In article <email@example.com>, !!!firstname.lastname@example.org felt like
>This morning I went in to work expecting to be busting ass all day on
>this piece for the Muncie Museum. It's due Wednesday. Instead, Paul
>told me that until these charges are cleared up...he can't have me in
My Ghobbs... The CON finally takes the time to snap back at the very
queen of Slack. In the seconds after I read this post my mind quickly
scanned over the arc of posts I've read from MuthaStar and it strikes
me still now even as I write as being quite something quite familiar.
Like the path of a tragedy, maybe a crude post-greek pre-shakesperean
play performed on a street corner. It seems almost like a ballistic
path, but that analysis strikes one who can truly see as inherently
flawed-- it's not quite sanguine and the third nostril can sniff it
out, find the source of the corruption. It's almost like a formulaic,
poorly written movie (or a poorly written formulaic movie, I'm not
quite sure which yet). Why is this? Because it was written out by the
CON, and the CON is the worst fucking hack known.
They want it to look like a natural path, like a parabola, a natural
ascent under the power of an initial thrust but afterward unsupported,
flying too far out of bounds and forsaking the cruel love of the CON
only too fall back to earth due only to gravity and the projectile's
unsupported pretensions of flight. If you look closer, though, you'll
see that it is not just some vulgar rock tossed upward but a glorious
missile projected atop a torch of purest SLACK and it only stops its
catastrophic ascent when the CON catches it in its filament-thin,
almost-but-not-quite-invisible lassoes and starts pulling down, trying
to make it look like an accident, like nature taking its course, but to
anybody who ACTUALLY LOOKS the sham is obvious but most don't bother to
look because they are too lazy and too comfortable to risk the
knowledge of the vision and YES BY DOBBS they fear the loss! The CON
gives us what it gives us only realizing that it gives them control
over us-- that which is given is given only so that its removal can be
held over our heads as a threat.
But what the swinepigz don't realize is that this SLACK MISSILE
contains enough raw megatons to take down at least one pit of their
scheming minions and it will zero in on the source of the ensnarement,
those weilding the filament and strike.
And die in kamikaze glory? Give up its Slackful existence merely to
remove a few insects from the earth, insects who will immediately be
replaced by others far more pathetic and clinging who wait in line?
NAY MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! NOT to die in the attempt, but to RISE UP
AGAIN like a Phoenix, but not from its own ashes but those of its
enemies and proceed upward AGAIN!
And if the snares should come again, there is no limit to the POWER of
our HATRED and, more importantly, of OUR SLACK!
Fight on, Queen Mutha! Send me a dried earlobe or two to string up.
St Crazy Bob
(Currently soaking Slack from Hurl-- few things there are that are
better than PittsburgPostPunk!!)