The 6,666,666,666th
person alive on earth was born this morning. Life, being arguably the most
horrific sexually transmitted disease known to mankind, could have been
prevented completely by investing a mere $13.3 billion in
overpriced-pub-condom-machines. That's the cost of a 39 days of the Iraq
war in order to eliminate the entire species. Suck it George, you amateur.
This exemplifies the power of the alliance between the Vatican and the military-industrial complex - and
why they are so forceful in their opposition to prophylactics: they do the job
far more cheaply, there are no fireworks and, ultimately, everyone ends up distinctly unsatisfied.
That is, assuming that your sex life is anything like mine.
Back to person number 6,666,666,666 - I, for one, welcome
our new Satanic overlord. I'd like to remind him that as a trusted
blogger, I could be helpful in rounding up
others to toil in his underground hellfurnace.
It's no surprise that the Bee-L (as he's known to his homies) is back on the scene so soon after the launch of this blog, as it was clearly predicted in the bible:
"He provided redemption for his people; he ordained his covenant forever— holy and awesome is his name." - Psalm 111:9
However, I'm saying balls to that and am throwing myself in with the bad guys this time.
Of course, we don't want to completely
destroy the earth because there's already plenty of empty space floating
around out there busily doing bugger all - whilst we have to pay the bills and
contribute to greater galactic civilization as a whole.
Instead, we usher in a new era of tortuous suffering, writhing agony and
seemingly infinite pain. The only thing you will recognise once our new Lord and Master comes of
age will be Vegemite which, I am reliably informed, His Nefariousness is quite fond of.
Anyway, here's a quick baby photo of the Wee Lad:
Awww.