This oughta get the guys and gals at the fusion center horny enough to twist their lil knots and beat the bushes a bit

PTDC0023

This, is you–but, like, fifty hard years later, and not exactly free from that red booted monkey. I mean–“Do, da, doo, da, do, da, da, dooo da, Dora!” can get on your nerves, if you are like me, and sing that song, like, a hundred times a day!!!!

All of your collective, red,  sore palms–I feel for you, having to look in at me all night and day–and probably worse for you (you know who YOU are special lady law enfarcer!), because you have aged and grown sour.

I mean–what 57 year old lady runs around and dresses just like Dora (see picture)–but with shrewish grey hair, once brown, and prescription loafers? So, here’s something just for you!

–Straight out of the literature, written by the literate, of literary America! Bombs! Threats of WORDS that could make bombs!!!!! Word bombs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“….the cache under the trees: 45 pounds of iron oxide flakes, 30 pounds of aluminum powder, 10 pounds of powdered barium peroxide and 2 and 1/2 pounds of powdered magnesium, all of it packed in round cardboard containers with metal ends*.”

I can just see the law enfarcers grabbing at their teleprompters, switching to code red, dropping whatever it is that they are doing on Facebook)….), and getting on the fusion center hotlines to alert Americas Hero’s that a book has been read–and worse–that a phrase from that book is a THREAT!!!!! To Nationul Securitee.

Especially Offarcer Dora the detective, getting her lather up over this phrase. I imagine she is dropping her cup of hot, herbal tea, opening her top dresser drawer, sliding her GOV issue .40 into the drawer, and taking her gerbil out of the drawer.

Gerbil? You mean bitter fifty-seven year old women(who look 63) use gerbils, just like te gays???

Yeah–they do, when they aren’t parsing every word written by some pathetic stranger, and imagining themselves in the narrative. Yeah–they really do!

But mostly, they like keeping captives–and gerbils make such nice captives, if you know where to imprison them (clue–in your 3 .

And–you mean gerbils can LIVE in a dresser drawer, just like da gud Offarcers Grandma did in 1923???

Yeah–they’re so cuuuute when they’re sleeping! Here’s some candles, and some wine, honey–now go blow yourself up;-) But leave the lights on, so the horror show that you are can be seen this time–all that lights out shit is soooo 1953.

And here is something your kind can REALLY get behind: animal rights!! Fuck the humans, right? HUmans are so-less-than-respect-compared-to-animals–or not, you shriveled old shrew. But I bet this fits your profile, cat lady:Poor wittle dogs and cats are FORCED into being spayed!!!! What an outrage against-HUMANITY_____!!!

And, much later in the work, we see your profile, but with your much desired phallic and totemic embodiment enacted–no longer a shrew, per se, but this time-in your recent incarnation, and in collusion with other nations that perpetuate Nordicism and single mommery, wedded to the state: “This vulture soars above the Fins, the Land of Standing Rocks. Soaring is the vultures life, death, his dinner. Evil foul black scavenger of the dead and dying, his bald red head and neck featherless–the better to dip his greedy beak deep into the entrails of his prey–he feeds on corruption. Cathartes Aura…”

Here-another candle, sweet lady? Or not–Please refer to the first fourth paragraph, and shove THAT up your ass. You are not the reader you purported to be, some 5 years ago.

*citation provided on an as needs to know basis

 

 

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