The Fallow Brow

Belgians. The only good thing to ever come out of Belgium was the Flanders Poppy. My God, what a breathtakingly degenerate race. And now they have sunk to trading oral sex for votes. Forty thousand acts of perversion to be performed by a political candidate. To paraphrase that old SubGenius aphorism: “Let us have a choice in how we’re getting screwed. Some ways are fun!” Well, it won’t seem like fun when Satan is prodding your engorged nether-regions on the day of reckoning, and every day thereafter!