"When I was an itty bitty Yeti
my momma used to rock me in the cradle,
in them cold 'frop fields back home."
I am NOT a pervert. I'm a SubGenius. That makes me a subvert.
How do we know the hole in "Bob"'s pipe goes all the way through?
Does it need to?
If there can be a Church of Scientology, how come no School or
Religitology?
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The Beatemupatudes:
Some people have all the questions.
Shun them, for they are boring, and a vexation.
Some people have all the answers.
Ignore them, for they are shit-for-brains dupes, and are as
wrong as a turtle fucking a rock.
Some people have all the attitude.
Run quickly from them, and throw rocks from a far place, for
they are as Pink as strawberry ice cream vomit.
Some people have all the opinions.
Boil them, for they are unclean. They should be healed by a
laying upon of bricks.
Some people have all the power.
Watch them carefully, but do not get close, for they are the
CON, and can devour your soul.
Some people have all the money.
Steal from them by taking their jobs, but performing your
duty in that guise. They too are CON, but of a baser nature.
Some people have all the Slack.
Praise them, and keep ye among them, for they are the Yetisyny,
and they are of "Bob", and they shall smoketh of the holy Pipe
of his presence. They shall get down, and boogie-oogie-oogie
with the Xists who ride the shields of Wotan, upon the day of
Arisal, and forever and ever. Hey man.
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Parable of the Portable Probability
as revealed to DynaSoar the Tibetian
1. AND it happened upon one of the days of the Wandering, when "Bob"
walked among them who he was helping to cultivate, that they came
upon a pile of dung left by a horse in the road.
2. "Bob" stopped, and the twelve or thirteen stopped with him, and
he smiled as he considered what he beheld.
3. The followers wondered, though not overly, for they were well
aware of his wisdom which came to him from the Beforelife, unbidden
and suddenly, from the very mundane around him, what he might say
of this thing, and if even he could follow such a sentence.
4. The smoke from his Pipe ascended unto heaven, where upon the
Angels rejoiced and played chicken, until JHVH-1 got pissed and
bade them with lightening and thunder from his terrible countenance
to knock that shit off, and "Bob" spoke to the faithful sorrounding
him saying:
5. "Hooo-kay, guys, I can see you're a discerning bunch, a truly
enlightened bunch, and you understand VALUE when you see it."
6. "Now, I may be just your common everyday Joe Sixpack hardware
hawker, and don't really think about these things too DEEPLY you
understand, so I'm asking you all to help me out a bit here."
7. And he paused to puff as though to consider his words before
presenting them to his companions, and then spake thusly, "So,
WHAT IS THIS?"
8. Where upon Stang, in his very well developed experience turned
on the sacred magnetic tape scribes, and sat in the dirt of the road,
and put on his headphones, and got out his pad and pencil with which
to record the wisdom to develop from the words of "Bob" and the
replies of the followers though which "Bob" would build to the
inevitable punchline.
9. And the Doktors tuned down each others instruments, so as to
better create the anti-music score for the punchline, and in so
doing offer unto Stang and the holy machines that which provides
the holy tapes with their back-and-foreground.
10. And St. Janor spoke, saying "aw SHIT man, it's a THANG, a nothin'
like you ever saw THANG, a little bitty bite you on the ass and leave
little teeth marks THANG, but pretty soon you die from the venom,
dontcha know, and then "Bob" dies with you, and the Doktors die with
you, and all them little children what ain't got nuthin' to EAT, 'cept
a couple pounds of fresh RAW MEAT they carved off'n their pink
baby sitters that they tied up and hid in the dryer, and when the
cops came they said "NO, officer, we ain't seen nothin' like no
dead chick" and they laughed, and I mean, they just ROLLED, and this
THANG, now no way, it's gonna trip me up, 'cause I got me a PIPE full
yessiree "Bob" a reall rootin' tootin' SNOOTful".... and he continued
as he walked off out of mike range, still ranting.
11. And then Master NENSLO spoke saying "BOBDAMMIT this AIN'T what I
had in mind. And I AIN'T gonna put up with this! ALL this damn stuff just
RIPS my guts and spleen, and I'll SHOVE them down your THROAT if you
can't damn well FIGURE IT OUT FOR YOURSELF!"
12. Where upon Master NENSLO kicked the pile of dung, and it flew
across the road in a great line of road apples, and he fell upon his back
with the effort and screamed "THINK DAMMIT - THINK FOR YOURSELF!" and
foamed at the mouth and rolled around.
13. And the silent one, the one whose name is not spoken among the
followers, the empty overalls and straw hat, wearing a beard upon
his non-face spoke, saying unto them " ".
14. And he of the sunglasses and grey suit, the one called Meyer,
spake thusly, "It's the shit they TAKE WAY from you children, the
shit the CONSPIRACY takes from you, it's what they STEAL; can I
get a STEAL children? Can I hear a STEAL?", and all of New York
replied in kind "A STEAL!"
15. And at this time St. Janor happened to wander close by, saying
"... with all what I TOLD you, and what he TOLD me, that's like to
say what I GOTTA do, cause "Bob" told me, so WRAP that knife in
a towel so's they can't see it and ..." and wandered out of mike
range again.
16. And Palmer of Vreedeez, the one who SEES and SHOWS, sat beside
Stang in the dirt of the road, and in the dirt drew many small figures
of pipes and daemons and saucers and symbols and brains and icons
both holy and unholy.
17. And Stang placed the pad and pencil in the hands of Palmer, so
that he might capture for posterity the visual ranting, for Stang
Knoweth a Good Thing when he seeith that which he can sell.
18. And then he of the Overman Construction, the Doktor called
Philo looked upon this, and smiled, for he was thinking several
things which could not be thought with a merely earthly mind,
and because his glandscaping had affixed that smile for ever upon
his lips anyway.
19. Then it came to Pope Sterno, who looked upon it and spake,
"It's a symptom of a universe gone mad, but not mad as insane, but
made as in PISSED OFF, of course it IS insane, but more so it's tired
of the boredom it's made to endure at the hands of the Pinks and
norworms who beam the electromagnetic crap which they THINK is
entertainment into the void," and being the first among them to
finish a rational sentence, blinked twice as he tried to discern
whether it was he or they who made sense.
20. And from there the turn came to Gordon, whom they called
Gordon, whom they called G., and he with the accent of the
highlander said unto them all in the manner of the well spoken,
"Is it not thus that we should consider the droppings upon the
ground, as we also consider the droppings of the conspiracy
upon our lives? And shall we not know ourselves as we know
our right hand from our glands, that there, upon the ground,
lies the answer to our prayers? For in these times...."
21. And then it was at this time that the Band of Doktors suddenly
erupted into anti-music, drowning out the the words of G^3, and
all else, save the magicakly amplified voice of St. Janor who
electroranted "OH YEAH I can feel the HEAT, in the MEAT, and you
can BEAT it or KILL ME, I'm a HOT DAMN PEE DAWG as kicker of a pot
licker what's gonna POUNCE and EAT my FILL", and all the while
Stang fiddled and fussed with the record levels, and the others
of the 12 or 13 argued amongst themselves, or tried to, for they
could not hear over the anti-music, yea, not even their own words
or thoughts, nor could they follow another one of these damn
convoluted sentences by which their actions are recorded, in
logical knots so fully self-recursive that only in the reading
but not understanding can we see the effect of the anti-music,
which continued on for some time, and Janor continued all the while,
until they suddenly were finished and stopped.
22. Except Janor, but then they were used to that.
23. And in the sudden silence, Stang bespoke that which he in his
wisdom had long considered, having been the first among them to
follow directly in the path of Dobbs by achieving Sales Volume,
and he said, "It's MANURE that we can SELL to the Bland Pink
assouls so they can DUMP it on their damn trellises that surround
their Pink ranch styles like the BARS of a Suburban CAGE!"
24. Upon these words "Bob" smiled, and puffed his pipe, and
considered all he had heard and seen, and all that he knew
which was neither heard nor seen, but whiffed, and spake unto
his faithful saying,
25. "Well, guys, to me it looks like a BUNCH OF SHIT!"
--
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