Dijon Warlock: Thank you. I spent time yesterday trying to decide whether to borrow a Burt Bacarach collection CD from the library. I mean, it’s not really me, I heard those songs in the background when I was a kid but I suppose I never really listened to them. Do I want to hear them again though? I could get Gold in a few weeks with the same money but I’ve read reviews about how Ryan Adams is on anti depressants now and it’s all upbeat and happy. What to do, what to do? That’s how you became Warwick,I’m sure. I will do another anti-evangelist thread before (if?) I go in your honour.
Kabbes and Nostradamus: Also thank you. Who knows, I might get a job. After all, the apocalypse surely has job opportunities for people like me. Do you want to see my signature? Collounsbury made it for me. Would you pay for something like this (by way of a SD subscription)? Being a masochist would help, I suppose. I was definitely a masochist as a child (I’d like to ask a question about that in the right forum sometime) but I thought I’d gotten over it.
clayton_e hints,
“Just how many posts do you have in the b-b-q pit? or Do you work for AOL? Those are a few straightforward signs…”
Um, not only do I work in tech support now…I used to sell air duct cleaning. And I’m a chipper, cheerful person at 7:30 AM, even when I’ve had two hours of sleep.
You see? You gotta love someone who takes the most vitriolic thing said about her that she can find and uses it as a sig. Talk about turning your enemy’s weapons against him.
Dear G. Nome (also called the Destroyer of Worlds, Great Beast that is called Dragon, the Anti Christ),
I have spoken to thy father regarding your identity crisis. He has instructed me to confirm for you your identity. You are, in fact, the His Son (err- metaphorically speaking), the Antichrist.
He adds that you have not returned his razor, and you never call.
G. Nome ya might wanna see if there’s a Jack Chick tract that mentions you specifically by name. Surely if you are the AntiChrist he would have written a tract to warn us by now. I mean how else could we know about all the satanic evilness in the world if not from Jack Chick tracts?
It’s possible that just pondering whether you might be an antichrist actually turns you into one. Wasn’t it Dale Carnegie who said be careful what you pretend to be because you become what you pretend to be? Or something? I volunteered to work for a Christian organisation last week (and now I do although in a small way) at the same time as doing (and plotting to do more) terrible anti-evangelist threads. You know how real evil has a kind of subtlety? How it just strikes a nerve? The Russian parents who sold their kid’s body for parts and then told him he was going to Disneyland hit that mark for me much more than any Dahmer or Bundy ever did, I must confess. Does anyone share that opinion - that real evil fits certain (unconventional) criteria? I may be taking the same road, I don’t know.
Collousbury has a nerve calling me a perpetrator of impaired filth. What does his signature mean anyway? It’s like something he got at an Iron John retreat. A lot of people probably get off on unwholesome genitals (I mean, it’s a Portal of Evil thing isn’t it?) but not everyone would care to admit it. And what about that ex-CIA North Africa routine he does? What about that? Anyone who reads GQ and the Facts Sheets could do that.