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Anthony's Corner: Slander for the New World

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This Week: Deer Spear

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I believe myself to be an expert in all areas related to and around stuff. As an expert in this field, I believe it is only right for me to bring up the following points. Harry Potter. I realy enjoyed the books. Here is a short synopsis for those who aren't well versed. Harry is a wizard. He goes to a school for wizards. Long synopsis short, it isn't real, it is a book written for entertainment purposes. Yet there are people out there who speak out against its dark powers that could hold our children in thrall and make them worship the devil. Mach 1. Witchcraft has nothing to do with the devil. Mach 2. The witchcraft in the book and the real witchcraft aren't in anyway related. Mach 3. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mach 4. Stop worrying so much, if your kids read the book and decide to become a sorcerer or tame an owl to fetch them wild unicorns or whatever the snitch it is they do, I say let 'em. In a few weeks they will realize it is impossible for something to just be magicked out of, oh i don't know, a rib for example or that dragons and demons aren't going to show up to battle for the chosen ones, because that would be impossible and completely against the solidly structured belief system that has been so painfully cemented into the childrens heads. Mach 5. We can't all conform. Some of us have to have our coffee and wear our 2 gallons of black (sorry I'm getting ahead of myself). Mach 6. VrooooM! Mach 7. Most people enjoy reading. Most people enjoy a little Idial satisfaction. I know I do. That's why when my Id needs attention I don't hesitate to pick up a Bible (book), sometimes even the Harry Potter Bible.

Next Week: Non-conformists and their brand new uniforms.

Curent time: 12:42. I'm listening to rock and/or roll on my computer. I'm watching rap videos on the t.v. with the volume down. This isn't working. I'm trying to order Dr. Randy Weis' book on high Jewish holidyays. He speaks of polution and non-truths, that's a doctor I can back. Just because something lacks a certain congruence doesn't mean you should brush it aside right? I mean most people seem to have adopeted that philosophy already. I want a pair of green sweat pants. Everyonelse wants world peace. Which do you think is harder to find. You might be surprised. I've searched long and hard. I haven't found world peace, or sweat pants ( not green ones anyway ). In several ways the two are the same. Green Sweat Pants (G.S.P.) are a reflection of the farce known as life. If you turn the volume down the heat turns up. In some ways world peace would be good I mean we would be all like, good and not killing each other and stuff. Butt just like the dear if we become over populated then come the diseases and foodless and the such. I guess we have that already but I think it would be worse. I suppose if there was peace we could go strive towards good things. My lack of wordage is unnoticed by you. I think the further exploration of under our ocean blue and into our space black would be a nice way to apologize to mother earth. Listen to me, here's my point. If you find G.S.P. fax em' on over please.

Ba Bump. Ba Bump. Ba Bump. The bullet leaves the barrel from 8.4 billion decimeters away. It enters the flesh of the demon know as Fawn. That's a baby deer. The man who shot this dear was covered in camoflauge and scent masking and heat reduction thermo tank technology. The deer didn't know what happened. Flippin awsome right. YEAH!!!! WOOOO!!!. That is in no way the way man was ment to hunt. The key to true man-hood deer hunting is LOIN CLOTHS. That's left. You read me correctly loin cloths. This is the last slander you will read for a while for I am sojourning into the woods to spear me a dear. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6,4,3,2,1, HAppy new Year! Afterwards me and Tappy (the dear I spear) are gonna head over to the bar and get Krunked. We might play darts, I'm not sure. Then it's on over to the local Catholik Churk to confesk. well time is uh tickin'. I'll call you tomorrow. And I'm back. His head is Mounted above the sink in my bathroom. Tappy's. Not yours'. This is a time honored tradition. Passed on from me to you and your forefathers before and after you. Well my loin cloth is slipping off so. Listen here's my point, Kill by your own means and only what is necessary and if you don't

Next Week: My visit to the anal disease clinic. Peace Out.

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