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“Normal” service can resume.

By the way, my friends, in the next several months there will be changes coming. DRT needs to be revamped, revitalized, and renewed. And it will be. Check in form time to time!

Hello, all! I know you haven’t heard much from me for a long, long time. But now you are, you lucky things! My hearty thanks to the great Rev. Beau Daschious for keeping this site from going completely silent.

Now for the news… we are changing servers and you may or may not encounter disruptions during the change. If you do, do not be alarmed, they will pass.

To you contributers (this means you, Rev.) please refrain from making new posts until the changeover is complete. Old content will not be lost, but new stuff may be. I’ll be in touch!

You learn something new every day. For example, it has been revealed that the first large scale pyramid scheme was run by people who called themselves [the] Friends of Cthulhu, whose headquarters were in the town of Geezer, located in Georgia’s beautiful Cairo County.

I am amused by the infantilizing, sanctimonious claptrap pouring out in response to the Rude Right Wing. Political discourse has never been what you could call civil, in any country, and especially not in the USA. The provocative, polemical style has always been right out front. Sometimes the participants are careful to avoid actionable libel and scatology. Sometimes they are not. See, for example, the cretinous screed at Fuck The South. CNN and MSNBC attempt to fly on a higher plane, with laughable results. They have no serious objection to the crimes of the elite, and never will. But when a boor sounds off, they act like butlers who have been pantsed by the milkman.

Ham-handed contumely and the contumacious response to it are part of the freak show. They are a feature, not a bug, of all authoritarian systems. The attempt to enforce politesse is not an improvement.

They’re not cute and furry. They’re brutal, callous, vicious thugs and they may be coming to your neighborhood.

Of course I’m not in favor of gun control, at least not as it currently exists, and the conditions under which I would support it are also conditions in which it wouldn’t come up. But I do oppose murdering people. As one of the DRT philosophers, Brooke Shields, noted “If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life.” How true! So, how do we deal with murders in which guns are used? Very simple, and I’m surprised it took me this long to figure it out. The murderer has to eat what he kills. All of it. I know this might trouble the families of the victims. However as deterrence goes this is pretty hard to top. Civic-minded people could take special care to make themselves inedible. People who are majestically proportioned would have fewer concerns than they do at present. It’s possible that we might see a slight rise in cannibalism, but no legislation is perfect and I suspect the decline in the murder rate would make it tolerable.

Nancy Grace Pellagra wanted to play with the Big Kids. She thought it would make her so übercool that the nerdy, kinda spastic, feckless poindexter weasel kids would make her their queen. So when she got a call from Chaney Dick Queeg and Baby Doc Butsch she couldn’t say no. Silly Nancy. She got to be queen of feckless poindexter weasel kids, but Chaney Dick and Baby Doc played her for a fool.

They gave her just enough of their mojo-related program activity juice to make sure she felt übercool.
When she was in deep enough, she realized she was too compromised to ever say no.
She hoped it would all go away.

Rats and sinking ships being what they are, the word got out anyway and soon everyone knew that she had been made a patsy. This is worse than being a crook. No one can respect a patsy. Even the feckless poindexter weasel kids, when they’re not pitching their nerdy spastic fits, can’t respect a patsy. However, being what they are, and she being who she is, that is to say vicious when she’s cornered, they’re stuck with her as their queen. One could say it serves them all right. They’re a thoroughly contemptible gaggle that should twist in the winds of shame and self-loathing. But regrettably, they’re not going to do the right thing. They can’t understand why they’re contemptible and the rest of us are stuck with them, right where they are.

Chaney Dick is now a sniper who visits popular undisclosed locations, where he has to be admitted lest he shoot his playmates in the face. Baby Doc is a spent piece of used jetset trash whom no one pays attention to anymore.

So it goes.