Tell you the truth, the whole thing confused me.
Chanting, USA? USA is a Country, not a race, I checked.
That is Racist, how?
Calling out the meanest slogans at the top of my lungs for all millenia, I really thought I had a handle on racist chants and cheers. Chants are hypnotic and group-think in nature. Pivotal for the lead-up to war, the desperation of any revolution, and perfect for all sporting events. The mass cheer and chant are bedrock aspects of, ‘My Plan for World Domination’.
I’m all for hate and division, but children chanting USA, and being from the USA, that’s ‘Racist’?
What ever happened to good-old-fashioned, unabashed, unashamed, uncoded, out-and-out, Hate?
The one country America has to fight it’s longest war for freedom, happens to produce ninety-percent of the world’s heroin? Nice work.
Lt. Colonel Brian Christmas earns a commission as ghoul or lesser demon for following the fundamental rules of ‘Master Plan for World Domination’, so perfectly. Producing poppies for smack to be sold around the globe at to all ages at surprisingly affordable rates. We are talking real bargains here, good job Colonel Christmas.
This is textbook folks!!
Exactly what my, ‘Master Plan for World Domination’, calls for!!!
What a perfect picture of a modern day American, look at that worthless fat sack of stuffing.
Someone send him a thick book of all you-can-eat Red Robin coupons immediately.
On his arrival here in Hell, we’re going to cut him up and serve him as the main course at a Fat-Boy Feast.
I can’t wait.
Saudi Arabian Hackers attack my site, ravage my Blog. In response our crack team of Demon technicians launched a bullet-proof, ready to rock, new site, so screw you sand-sucking Saudi punks.
And in this slight lull in our web-presence, that every audacious whore, Tanya Donelly, is on top of the Google search again. Her stupid song post pushing it’s way past the litany of wonderful Everydevil Toons. This insipid, carpet-munching, so-called songstress is earning a hot spot in Hell.
Starting with that Donelly’s plump ass, I’m gonna start really Chemtrailing the Hell out of this Planet! You hear me Donelly? I’m going to Chemtrail your fat ass!! Cover that sad sour little world with black death. Back off or get burnt Bitch!!
Just a Contrail, innocent moisture coming out of the jet engines being turned to ice crystals in the air. Has nothing to do with Global weather modification, or Eugenics programs, or new world orders, or my perfect ‘Master Plan for World Domination.’
My perfect ‘Master Plan for World Domination’ is simply stunning, it works so well.
Looking over these stats, I’d say we’ll have a Nation well on the way to a Dominated Oblivion! What with my ‘Big Pharma Program’ really showing some conquering dividend this last couple decades. These are stunning percentages of drugged-out, glazed idiots shown here. Slow-kill and fun-times with the zombie masses, a real kick in the head!!
Gluttony, Sloth and Avarice, all admittedly amusing. Are foundational, key aspects of my Plan. Keep the people sucking down vat-sized, personal-portions of poisoned soda-pop. Leave them wondering, in exclusivity, about who might win the next pretty-people contest, or important sporting event, on all those wide Screens out there.
Here in Hell, watching the big game always coincides with an ancient Pagan Sex Party. The dates coincided. So I put the two events in tandem, what with all good deals you can get on guacamole around game time, it just figured.
I mean ’69,6 million pounds of avocados will be consumed Super Bowl Sunday, mostly in the form of guacamole. That along with ’1.25 Billion Chicken wings. Probably some Beer, Nachos and Pizza get consumed, you think?
Next year I will introduce the, ‘Pagan Super Bowl Sunday Sex Party’, in mass. It is already taking root in many of your better urban, rural and especially suburban settings. Picture it, the entire Nations populous really going at it, in enormous vats of Guacamole.
Cheers to our obese nation and abundant avocado crops.
How bout a Controlled State Crack-Down with my claw up your ass?
Visible Intermodal Prevention and Response, VIPR, are my special TSA goons.
Response teams tasked with performing random and unpredictable baggage and security checks at passenger train subway and bus stations as well as trucking weight stations across the land. Keeping an eye out for suspicious behavior, Papers please!!
We got Legal Mandates, Uniforms, Dogs, Guns, Dope, Scanners and Pepper Spray. Always acutely interested in pat-downs, feel-ups, smack-arounds, scratch and sniff, and so on, it is all in accordance with my perfect ‘Plan for World Domination”.