"Be kind to your parents.
You know they deserve it.
Remember that grown-up
is a difficult stage of life."
-- The Mickey Mouse Show
YEA, and a CHILD shall lead them, it is said.
When those around you have frozen in fear, or have frozen their
patterns of actions for fear of change, it is the child who can turn
an unseen corner, dart out between parked cars, make the RANDOM
movement which cannot be predicted or followed. This refusal to remain
on the trodden path is what leads the child to the observations and
honesty they are known to tell us of.
This is YOU, children. YOU are the Yetinos for "Bob", those whom the
CON cannot follow unless you fall in behind them, walking the straight
and narrow, and seeming to start taking the easy ride downhill until
you discover you're sliding down the edge of the straight and narrow
razor blade, zip, flop, flop.
The fence that keeps you on that path is rules, rules for the good of
society, rules for your own good -- bullshit -- RULES the CON wants
you to follow right into the MegaIndustrioTech Meat Grinder of Souls.
Who makes these rules?
YOU do.
Other people can tell you the words that explain them, but YOU are the
one that turns those words into a rule. Or NOT.
Those words come from anywhere and everywhere, and sometimes aren't
even MEANT to be rules. The brain is tuned to these words and phrases
and is built to make rules out of them. Your self-direction, your
sanity, your very "BOB" DAMNED SOUL'S SURVIVAL requires that you SEE
these traps laid for you by yourself and those who'd love to help you
trap yourself, and JAM A TREE BRANCH INTO THE TRAP.
Because there's no gnawing off the leg from this trap children.
Because this trap is in your mind.
WHAT are these words that set the trap?
Should.
And anything, anytime, anywhere that you can fit that word into
what's being said and have it make sense. THAT is the word you
swallow whole and smile while the barbs rip themselves down your
gullet. There's an enormous number of usable replacements for that
word, and they all mean the same thing. There's just as many ways of
saying things WITHOUT using that. Because your brain doesn't even
have to be trained to fill in that blank -- it's BUILT that way.
UNLESS .... you regain the mind of the child.
And WHAT IS THAT BRANCH that the child so skillfully rams into the
trap?
WHY.
"Thou shalt not..."
WHY
"Blessed are the meek..."
WHY
"Fuck 'em if they can't..."
WHY
Even after asking, some of these things makes sense. And so they
are perfectly suitable to adopt if you choose, because not doing
so would be falling prey to yet another SHOULD (not).
But if you DON'T ASK you'll never know whether it works for you.
If you're going to walk in the shoes, children, you DAMN WELL
better try them on, or else you'll find yourself down the road
with bleeding blisters, hobbling on in front of the prods while
they tell you "YOU BOUGHT THE TICKET -- TAKE THE RIDE."
There is only ONE among us that does not ask this, nor does he need
to. J.R. "Bob" Dobbs is blessed by being DEAD CENTER on the Luck Plane
and so CANNOT do wrong. For when he does wrong, the result is
perfectly RIGHT. Having been born into this place and justified in it
by the wrath of JHVH-1, he never learned to question why, because he
didn't need to. Because the answer would not have made sense to him.
"Bob" is your example, children. You cannot BE "Bob", but you can ride
the waves of the Luck Plane around his bepipe'ed head by retaining
your Slack. And this you do by refusing to give in to those who would
have you give it up to them.
So when you hear the words "you ought to, maybe we should, I think we"
KILL THEM. CHOKE THEM WITH YOUR BIG RED STRAPS. BURN THEM OUT WITH
YOUR FULL BLAST POINT FOCUSED COHERENT BEAM YETI HATE.
Be YE as a child, and do NOT suffer easily the admonishments of
your elders.
For if they are your elders, they are only so because they themselves
have fallen into their own traps, and so are not as children among
you. While that may be for good reason, and they might serve a
purpose, simply by accepting them in that position you lay the trap
for yourself of turning them into your CONspiracy Of Normalcy.
KILL "BOB"
KILL STANG
KILL G.G. GORDON AND SPHINX AND PHILO DRUMMOND AND NICKIE.
And if you TRULY want to be free, you should...
heh. Should. Gotcha.
Kill ME "Bob"dammit. KILL THE WHOLE CHURCH OF THE SUBGENIUS.
For after you have eaten your fill, and digested the truth therein,
and cleansed yourself of the remainder upon the Great White Pillar
of "Bob's" wisdom, you can wipe away the Skid Marks of the CON and
walk away PURGED and REFRESHED and as EMPTY OF THE SHIT AS IS
"Bob's" HEAD.
GRUNT, Children, FILL YOUR PANTS FOR "BOB". For then you shall
have rid yourself of the filth of CON programming, which you can
use to SMEAR ACROSS THEIR WORDS OF WHIZZ-DUMB and obliterate
all that would lead you down the path, ANY path, for any path is
the mark of a place where many have walked before.
Yea, for a child shall lead them, and drop a load before them,
scattering them to the three winds (all but down wind) and
IN THIS SHALL BE THEIR SALVATION, *IF* they have the noses to smell
with. "Bob" gives you that nose children. Wear it proudly. The
shit you smell may be your own.
HEAD for the CHAMBER of EXCREMEDITATION, Children.
GRAB AN EXTRA ROLL OF PAPER and LOCK YOURSELF IN and PRAISE "BOB".
Your Yeti soul, and the Yeti souls of those around you, depend on it.
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