Technology having made it unnecessary no one stops me on the street to ask for directions anymore, except that madwoman seeking the secret entrance to Agartha.
She obviously is mad: everybody knows that a portal can be found at the top of their local volcano, or by flushing one's self down that toilet look-a-like pink plant thing
That's the problem with the generation of today - no-one is willing to do the hard work. If you want to get to Agartha you have to go through the Poles to get into the Hollow Earth. Anything less is for pikers.
I once asked a madwoman where the secret entrance to Agartha is, and she quite reasonably responded that if the Agarthans wanted my company they wouldn't have hidden the entrance from me. She then proceeded to put a fertility curse on my ancestors.
A Mustiphino has been spotted wandering the halls of Congress. The deranged babblings of an SPLC apparatchik inspired me to coin the word hatefact . Hatefacts are unquestionable facts about immigrants , blacks , women , homosexualists , et al., that the SPLC and those sharing its ideological inclinations deem “hate” or “hateful” to mention. UPDATE: It seems I unwittingly stole the idea for the word hatefact from Peter Brimelow, who used the term “hate facts” in a speech last November .
Crying racism is the first refuge of the moron. Libertarianism is applied autism. If, as immigrationists often claim, the economy benefits so much from low skill workers, why continue to spend money educating native born Americans? Think of the economic boom to result if we stopped funding high schools and colleges in order to increase the homegrown pool of unskilled labor. I dream that someday in the far future the lost art of minstrelsy will be revived. Last time I was in a Las Vegas casino I noticed the hookers were dressed less whorish than the female tourists. Horse betting isn't gambling, it's pari-mutuel wagering. Successful betting requires knowledge, intellect, and the ability to evaluate and take risks. One learns that reality is too complex to be reduced to a mechanical system. It's a gentleman’s sport, of great tradition. When wagering you compete with other bettors, as opposed to passively sitting in the stands unthinkingly adulating various egomaniacal million...
She obviously is mad: everybody knows that a portal can be found at the top of their local volcano, or by flushing one's self down that toilet look-a-like pink plant thing
ReplyDeleteHa, in the plant, that would be a good place to hide it.
ReplyDeleteLately when needing a disguise I put on a turban and claim to be a Hindoo named Nepenthes Rajah.
That's the problem with the generation of today - no-one is willing to do the hard work. If you want to get to Agartha you have to go through the Poles to get into the Hollow Earth. Anything less is for pikers.
ReplyDeleteI almost put in a link for Agartha then I remembered who my readers are.
ReplyDeleteI once asked a madwoman where the secret entrance to Agartha is, and she quite reasonably responded that if the Agarthans wanted my company they wouldn't have hidden the entrance from me. She then proceeded to put a fertility curse on my ancestors.
ReplyDeleteThe secret of Agartha is already out:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.imdb.com/title/tt0049516/
Matt, perhaps that wasn't a madwoman?
ReplyDeleteMr Anon: See also.