When you enlist in the military, you must adhere to a code which ensures your good conduct. When people break the rules, others get hurt, killed, or worse, disgraced. In the case of this soldier, we were lucky that his shenanigans hurt nobody but himself. It does make me wonder if the recruiters are going soft though, allowing this sort of menace into the forces…
The church is having a hard enough time in this day of so-called “science”. Apparently just because God is an impossibility, some perverts choose not to believe in him. They will get theirs on the day of judgment. Now it seems that the church is also under attack from the perverts within. Here is a man helping to minister to the mentally ill, yet it seems perhaps that instead they had been ministering to him. Still insanity is no excuse for nudity. Nothing is an excuse for nudity, and don’t you forget it lest ye be smited from the face of the earth by out vengeful Lord (who is so powerful that He exists in spite of being impossible).
I don’t go to parties much. Some people might think it’s because I don’t get invited. They would be mostly right, but even if I did get invited, I wouldn’t go. Why? Because this sort of thing is always happening at parties. Naked women wielding fashion accessories as weapons, stealing police cars, then getting shot. Not MY idea of a good time. No sir. But if you ignore my advice, and are having a party, don’t forget your old friend Fishy. Please?
Naked. AIDS. Foreigners. Charity. Buddhists! I give up. Read this one and weep. Weep for JESUS you pigs!
Why is it so often the Japanese? Is it perhaps that they are not good, God-fearing Christians? Probably, but even so this is just too much! Too much. I’m sure they think their nudie-pagan-cherry-blossom festivals honour their ancestors, but let me tell you right now: in the fiery pit, you won’t have time to stop and smell the charred cherry blossoms, and the hostesses have horns, and pitchforks! I think I have to read this one again. Dismissed!
You all know my thoughts on those stinking hippies. Of course that won’t stop me from repeating them yet again. They should all be burned on the bonfire along with copies of “On the Road”, and “The Electric Cool-Aid Test”. I would like to tie them up a tree, force feed them sweets and plastic toys, then use them as a human pinata. But of all the spineless smelly wastrels I have ever had the misfortune to endure, these peacenik weirdos would have to be among the most execrable. A peace sign made of naked hippies? Sounds like an ideal target for any gunnery units nearby to me!
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!
More naked hippies. Need I say more? Probably no, but I will anyway. Oh what the hell, I’m probably preaching to the perverted here anyway, right? Stop it or you’ll go blind my dear reader.
I’ve protested it before, and it looks like I’ll have to protest it again… Yet another new production of the putrid hippy “musical” Hair. Good God, it’s the new millennium and we still aren’t rid of this blight. With every new generation, the hippies drag this tired old chestnut out of the rusted combi-van and give it one more flogging, in an attempt to corrupt our precious youth. You’d think they would see the light after I told them so times that they are going to hell. Well, they can’t say I didn’t warn them.
France: a hot-bed of perversion, and subsequently venerial disease. And don’t forget who French Kissing, and French Letters were named after. There’s just something untrustworthy about those sly garlic-smelling cheese-eating hairy-armpitted Frenchy types. Not only that, but they wouldn’t know good decent entertainment if a player piano rolled right over them. Really, this sort of shenanigans can only lead to trouble. And I find the military references in this article in poor taste.