Wobblies: anarchists?

The IWW, an organization that built the foundation of unionism here in the states and (in Madison) lives in our TAA office, is at it again. What are they up to now, you ask as you sigh and roll your eyes with disgust. Well, they're out and about anarchy-ing around with torches and Richard Nixon masks, that's what. Typical Marxist brainwashing is what it is. Those Commies have it all backwards with their "right to organize" and their "worker rights" bullshit.

Ahhh, that blogging was just my clever way to stay under the radar of the FBI. You see, the IWW wants a grant from the TAA here to organize downtown workers (4000 employees total). Anyway, they made their plea to us last night at our general membership meeting and left some literature. Upon reading the newsletter/paper, I was astounded to see that some of the memebership has been forcefully interviewed by the FBI recently. Maybe it's just one or two isolated cases, but nonetheless, it appears that the forces that be still fear anti-capitalist actions. I mention anti-capitalist because the individual that was questioned was asked (among other things), whether or not she was an anarchist, a terrorist, or anti-capitalist. That's funny. Apparently, part of the information gathered came from an online journal, hence my reason for laying low. However, it's quite tempting to test this out to see what might happen. For example, I could say that a revolution is necessary, and we need to come together as a people and march in the streets against the burgeouise power structure. There, now you try. Check this out for related info. on FBI crushings.

Subroutine 5(a) realized

As a freshly initiated member of the city raquetball club I am pleased to inform you that you have will have your tournament title stripped and destroyed. Your claimed innocence in nothing short of a sham, and your raquetball abilities are nothing short of trumped up. Good luck in future endeavors.

As a new champion, I have been let in on the secret of the club's runnings and the inner political workings of deceipt. I was told, "Keep your shoes available, keep them as your own, let them work without hesitation." Okay. The soles I purchased are said to last 200 years, even with constant use. Two acquaintances at the club told me that they once were subject to multiple molestations on a rival club's court. I didn't hesistate to use my "willpower" in the proper way to molest the attackers in a six hour match. Again, good luck to you later.

Now you're not laughing

And if you were, you won't be after this.

Where have you gone Galen Brown? We need your love and support. Take our hands and we'll send them away, somewhere to an airport.

(4th verse of "Galen Brown," by Nolan Wahl, 1997. All rights reserved of course. Please ask about other verses.)

You are an appliance of compliance

So, yeah, I complain about the student papers here a lot, and certainly this week's editorial by the "journalist" who is unable to even do research on herself doesn't help their respective causes. Then again I complain about a lot of shit... some say I'm mostly skeptical and partly cynical. I don't talk about myself, but if I did I would say something like, "I'm a laid back type with a semi-soft beard (as soft as I can keep it)." Anyway, I was reading an article in the Fargo Forum, which features slightly better editorials than does the Badger Herald, about a kid whose home-school curriculum is developed by THE Bob Jones University. You know, the classis Christian college. I know, I know, you're saying that all of my religiously based writings on here are only feeding into the government endorsed and media sponsored firestorm. Well, maybe, but at least I realize that. Anyway, I'm not here to point out hypocrisies, bigotry, or anything else that I tend to relate to that bullshit, but I do want to point out that the newspaper there sucks much more (or is it much better, in a mildly amusing way?). Check out the article here, and feel free to explore!

Oversight leads us to our demise

That little man with the fire in his head. He wanted to preach with his gestures. His brisk pace was twisted due to the tattered notebook he transferred from location to location as he shouted obscenities. Deliberate anger marching had worked for him in the past, and now the plan was finally taking the shape that he preferred: triangle. Peaking at just a bit over five feet and wearing a workman's hat that slightly covered his thick, heavy black-rimmed glasses, he had little chance of catching a ride on the bus. His wife's medication was late in the mail and he had a speech to give. His kids disowned him when they saw the real world and they resented his natural tendency to laugh maniacally at them without a second thought. He kept things in jars as if to say, "you will never get out of that jar because the lid is screwed on so tight." Once he harnessed a bike helmet over his shoulder carried two strong coil type magnets in his hands in order to find the right place and time. Nobody really knows how much information his notebook held, or how important it was. It had been compiled in a little under 20 years, and it no doubt contained diagrams and figures. His travels took him in small circles about the neighborhood, some reporting to see him on several occasions within an hour's time. Some people thought he would lash out, while others saw him as more of a benign growth on their lower leg. He was indeed a malignant growth, and society would have to treat him accordingly. That is, if we can get to him before we are bound and possibly annihilated by his profound strategy, wrapped up in one small, wrecklessly organized notebook.

I am a dungeon master without any monsters to control

It seems that the readership has abandoned ship once again. That's okay, because I was serious about playing D&D. It may seem like just another old joke between friends to roll the deca-die, but in actuality I've reverted to this method to escape the "real-world," and I'm not talking the hit show. The line will soon again be blurred between hellish reality and demonic tower lords. Maybe, just maybe, we could all make a few more good connections with that guy in the unicorn shirt if we'd just gain a dexterity point or two. And that (the unicorn shirt), is not some stereotypical D&D get-up. Well, it might be, but the stereotype in this case is not based on an unfounded truth, because I've seen this guy before, and he broke to me the terrible news that the retro-arcade would be shut down forever (as far as I'm concerned). R.I.P. Ninja Gaiden and Double Dragon (also D&D!) I'm going to take some opiates and alcohol now, so I have an excuse for this behavior.

Attempted Truth Salvation

I just wanted to thank everyone for the immense amount of humanitarian compassion that was spewed everywhere during the holidays. Seven thousand Neon Charm Hats were sold and some three thousand "Jurbins the False Prophet Bear" toys were sold. The proceeds, of course, will go back into buying more of the same toys to donate to the "Children with Evangelical Parents Fund" (CEPaF). This program seeks to allow children with Evangelist parents to experience and enjoy a few classic pagan toys created by yours truly. The scripture of James 1:27 guides us "to look after orphans and widows in distress," so we thought it was of utmost importance to get these so-called "orphans of the end-times" some fun things to play with before the rapture. My own nephew was found to be brainwashing Mittens the cat (with the Charm Hat) on Christmas Eve into thinking that nobody loved him. And guess what? It worked! Mittens ate the eyes out of the neighbor child in a desperate attempt to cleanse the world. It's great to see charitable efforts actually making a difference. I've received several calls from ecstatic parents in regard to Jurbins the bear. They say their children are wearing the fur of Jurbins thin in ancient sacrificial ceremonies that much resemble the execution of Jesus himself! A few parents have complained of similar ceremonies that involve not only Jurbins, but beheaded animals, goat's blood, and Indian drumming, but I can assure them that I didn't sell their kids any of that stuff.

Next year I plan to use the passage in Exodus 21:7 that condones the selling of our daughters as "maid servants," in some sort of creative way to raise money again. This offer will be mutually beneficial as we will be able to get the charity money into the hands of the people that need it most, as well as give people the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to obtain that extra worker they need to make ends meet. After all, those bitches deserve nothing less, as we all know too well, only those who trust in Jesus and know the truth will be free, as it is written, 'The truth shall make you free.' (John 8:32) An educational seminar will be given (by me) soon to educate your daughters on the 'truth,' thereby giving you an avenue of escape on selling them off. Again, my extended thanks to all--