I have spent most of my life as a Democrat. I recently have seen fit to follow another course. I believe that the issues confronting us cross party lines. Now, one side in this campaign has been telling us that the issues of this election are the stomach-churning issues of the economy, war, and our very future as a technological nation able to speak its mind in an effective fashion. The line has been used, “We’ve never been down so low.”
But I have stared into the face of this Universe, and seen things that made me gibber. The stars are right: Cain is below the horizon, the amphibian is on the rise, and Underpants Man is not far behind, with the blessing of Hastur, the Feaster from Aurora.
They care not for us. We are as animals to them, to be detained or watched at will, and they, in their ineffability, cannot hear our cries, especially when they shoot us from helicopters. I know now they are beyond good, evil, and being scummy greed-heads; all they care about is food, and we’re on the menu.
You and I have a rendezvous with destiny.
We’ll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on earth, before the Great Old Party steps in and harvests its crop. We have no options; they have a time for chewing.
Ia! Ia! Cthulhu Reagan!