brought this Buck Rogers monstrosity of microchips and inflation, nothing makes sense anymore and everything costs too much, the weather is weird, WHY DID THEY DO IT? Don't they know they're begging for the flaming sword of Retribution?? The space monsters aren't about to let us get away with this masturbatory industrialization much longer, they watch our TV shows, they know all about us and can snuff our already disarrayed civilization with but a whisper to their ultimate computer brain, the brooding computer which we will have soon too, the computer so complex it is not a machine, it is more of a moss-like independent growth of circuits which it prints itself, sprawling through our homes, quietly overwhelming, YES the aliens will "give" it to us, we floundering human beings will fight nuclear wars with each other trying to decide whether to turn this unwholesome 'mouth of a Trojan gift-horse' ON or OFF, in the end we will turn it ON, and then by God we will not be able to do WITHOUT it. REPENT!! The End Times are drawing near, the X-ists are about to land, the False Prophets will kiss their dinosaurian asses and this planet will be sold down the river as sure as Lee Harvey Oswald's clone cashed the Conspiracy's checks. Just as "Bob" predicts in The Prescriptures, the proven modern prophecies of the SubGenius, we are one royal hair trigger from the Wrath of Jehovah 1, His galactic Finger is itchy and He is not well pleased with what Man hath wrought, REPENT THEN and prepare for the Age of Tribulations, you think last winter was bad, wait until the glaciers are at your driveway, the earth shall shake, the sky shall fall, space junk, tornados, hail the size of Cadillacs, plutonium clouds, sunspots, the stifling of all photosynthesis in the seas, ugly mutant locusts that carry DDT in their stings, famine even in California, a dustbowl in Canada, microwave roach steaks $5.99, drinking water you have to boil first and pay for, recombinant viruses, contagious cancers, one day you'll go to the mirror like poor Bert did to pop a 'blemish' and find your whole face cracking with each pinch like a rotten tomato, The Plague!
But these are only the natural things, acts of God or Satan, they blanch in the face of MAN'S deeds to come, man's nonprimateness to man, the Government, my God the Endarkenment of the next century will be marked by the rise of OVERMEN, superior mutants, BETTER than us, handsomer, more muscular, brilliant like Shakespeare or Einstein, but evil, they can do everything better than we can, self-righteous man-made supermen, an unclean bunch of clowns who will tread too far into the accursed Forbidden Sciences and come back controlling Time but so addicted to doing so that they will lead the stewing broiling mass of humans into a technological Hell, WOTF, a war with Mars over a worm, Jesus Christ you must believe it will all begin in 1982 when all the planets, the Earth and the Sun, all line up with the dog star Sirius, the Silver Star, in 1998 it will draw the X-ists to us like flies to a dungdish, oh they won't stay long, they'll leave us, completely free to do as we please, but their unnameable "maggots" will remain. Diabolic caricatures, hideously silent, evasive, but always with us. WE WILL BE DOGS TO THEM in more ways than you can count. Yes, it will be bad, why do you think they call it Apocalypse?? The Book of Revelations is an alien text, those space monsters know what they're about to do with us, they knew it 2000 years ago, but what they don't know any more than we do is what The Prescriptures mean when they darkly refer to THE RUPTURE, the cosmic vortex calamity after the biblical Apocalypse and somehow a godzillion times worse, Omicron Epsilon, yes REPENT! Repent and fornicate like your life depended on it but know all along that the cannibal False Prophets wait to sell you out at every trick turn, remember wherever you go that the pleasant, harmless looking human beings shopping all around you will quietly acquiesce to