Friend_'s Manifesto:

A Case Study in Psychosis

DISCLAIMER: THIS DOCUMENT IS NOT SERIOUS. IT WAS NOT INTENDED TO BE  SERIOUS. ALL PEOPLE WHO SHALL, IN SPITE OF THIS DISCLAIMER, TAKE IT SERIOUSLY  WILL BE LAUGHED AT. ALL ATTEMPTS TO TAKE THIS DOCUMENT SERIOUSLY ARE PUNISHABLE  BY INSTANTANEOUS DEATH.

--THE MANAGEMENT.

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The Lies of the American People

by A Citicen

.....I am a person of strong beleifs, I am a person of moralls, I am  a person of convixions, I am a person not unresonable, not unlike you. I see  through the windows of the Nation, I see into the backyards and darkend  bedrooms. There is filth, immorallity, crime, shame, and sadism there, in these  darkend bedrooms of the heart of the Nation. I demand that we call a stop to  these crimes! Every day, forty thousand chidlren starve in this world, die into  filth and desiese, because the heart of the Nation is immorall! The hi-ranking  oficials with their cozy jobs and their velvet arm-chiars are spending the money  men and women bleed for, toil for, cry for. And what does the backbone of the  Nation labor to support? There is a National conspirasy to drane the economy  into a little sinkhole, a smelly sesspool of filth and immorallity. Save the  wales, they yell! Destroy Iraq! Tax on junk food and pop music! Tax all the  tools of Satan so that he may smile on our inequity! We may be the fawning  slavering followers of the Prince of the Dammed! No longer! This is a call to  arms! Follow me, my fellow Citicens! I have seen the darkend bedrooms and the  back yards, I have hard the wispered words, and I will tell you what I saw.  .....There is in this great Nation an oracle. An oracle so great and wise  and clear seeing and great that no darkend bedroom is too darkend for its  peircing gaze. I am this oracle. For wait! Is that a wale I see in your  fishtank? It is ilegal, sir, to own a wild animal. You starve the children of  the world with your actions. You damn them, sir, into poverty and filth and  immorallity and desiese. You are a pet of the Devil! The Devil!! The Devil!!!  Ha-ha-ha! You are corrupt, you vile oficial! A corrupt blackened withered rat!  .....The Devil works among us! He breeds corrupt blackened withered rats in  the city so that they may bite the enlightened and suck the wisdom out of their  fading souls. There are great numbers of the sick, the dying, the sinnd agenst,  the sinning, the crippled, the unemployed, the tools of god and the tools of the  Devil. And they are all competing. For the same jobs and the same food. And soon  they will die, forty thousand to the day. The Apocalypse! It summons me. I can  here the great trumpets of Gabriel, summoning the winds and rains and fires of  hte world to rise up! and swallow us all in our blanket of eniquity and desiese.  Religion is only a tool of the Prince of Death, to ensnair us and torment us in  our folly. There is no God! For if he were real he would have invented the  rubber camp stove so that the Jews could have eaten in their exile.  .....Global insights challenge us to love one another, to smile on our  neighbors and overlook their immorrallity and desiese. Look not to your east,  America! Look not to your west! Turn niether north to the wasted land of Canada,  or south to the leechlike, vampirish people of Mexico! Mind your own affairs,  America, though they take place in darkend bedrooms and back yards, the insest  of the world, sleeping with your family and your Devil and breeding defecs and  desiese and immorallity and teaching our childrin to value all that is filth or  corruption. Raise your babies to be cowboys to be goat boys to be pawns of hte  Evil that swallows our Nation, taking all the food and leaving our chidlren to  die, forty thousand betwean every sunrise and sunset, into desiease and  corruption and poverty and immorallity. For I have seen the glory of the coming  of the Lord, even now, as he dies and chokes on the pollution we befowl our  Kingdom with. .....God is Dead! God is Dead! God is Dead, and I have seen  his Hair, the Hair to his Kingdome, the Lord of Filth and Immorallity! Eat your  wales and poison your babies because they wouldn't be able to eat and live  anyway, so that they can grow up to slaver and fawn and worship their Great  Lord!! .....Despair not, O Nation, Fallen King, Former Master of the Free  World! America is no longer the Prince of Princes, it is the pawn of hte one  true Dark Prince but there will soon no longer be any princes to rule, for the  end is near and the trumpets of Gabriel, the great golden ringing trumpets of  Gabriel, summoning the winds and rains and fires of hte world to strangle us in  our beds! This is waht awaits us! And this is where our chidlren will rot in  their own immorallity. Bwahahahahhahahhahahahhha!!!!

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