This was a follow-up to the post about the old guy wearing a Vietnam Veteran cap so’s to try to get people to listen to him talk about his Satanist religion. This was posted October 1, 2013.
The old Satanist wearing the Vietnam Veteran cap I wrote about a couple of weeks ago was at the coin laundry again. He was telling me the difference between Satanists and devil worshipers, which he isn’t one of, he says.
“Even the devil worshipers,” he explained, “Just aren’t all that evil. They try, but it’s mostly just waving a bloody shirt at it.”
“Devil worshipers try but can’t pull it off?” Me, thinking this over.
“That’s right. You’d think there’d be plenty of evil for them to get into, but the really evil people don’t want anything to do with them. Not even the somewhat evil people, Catholics, Jews, Baptists and Muslims. They find out a person’s a devil worshiper they think poorly of him. Even when they’re jumping the hurdles for award-winning evil.”
Shaking my head. “I never knew that. You’d think especially Catholics and Zionists and Muslims would open their arms and their hearts to honest-to-goodness no-shit devil worshipers. Why is that, do you think?”
He shook his head, too. “I don’t know why it is. I’m not a devil worshiper and I’m not any of those others. I’m just a Satanist trying to get through life as best I can. But if I wanted to be really evil I’d have one hell of a time managing to do it. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Hi readers. I was on the treadmill down at the Olathe Community Center around 0530 this morning, walking to New Orleans, Fats Domino style when some guy in an orange jump suite completed the preliminaries to get his head chopped off. Fairly unexpected thing on my end. He explained his loss was a consequence of the US foreign policy in the Middle East.
But the guy in the black Ninja-like garb might have coerced him to say that. Might have told him there were other body parts could be cut off in advance if it weren’t properly explained for viewers. Afterward he offered up another guy in an orange jump suit and asserted he’d be next, depending on the activities of the US wossname, president in the White House.
Luckily the guy in the Ninja suit spoke with a British accent. Gives the prez and all the lackeys an opportunity to send a drone to knock off someone we don’t like in the British Isles. Maybe snag the British Museum and haul it off just to teach them a lesson.
But the fact is, the guy in the orange jumpsuit is probably not in a position to judge who’s at fault for his demise, unless it’s the Ninja. Nobody ever said running around in pestholes full of poisonous human beings was going to be without some measure of risk. Maybe it’s his own fault he was there, the orange jump suit guy. If it was the fault of his government, I hope he had time to ask himself whether the fault existed back before the day he was kidnapped. And if it did, was he aware of it. And if he was cognizant of it, was it his own fault he didn’t beat feet out of harms way? Or was it the fault of a government comprised of scum who aspire to run the United States?
I’m in a mood to say it was his own damned fault. If he didn’t know it was a good place to get your head chopped off, he should have.
Same with all these damned US troops who reenlist after having gone over there already and seen it if they were too stupid to know before they enlisted the first time. When one of them gets killed, hell, it ain’t as though he wasn’t asking for it. Begging for it.
Too bad. Maybe, though, it’s better in the long run. The damned human gene pool doesn’t need any more stupidity than it’s already got, with a lion share in governments, pulpits, Pentagon-like places, and the Middle East.
Harmless stupidity takes place in safe environments. Stupidity that gets people killed gets people killed. Condolences to the kinfolks and hope you teach your other kids to use their heads instead of getting them chopped off.
74 years old, a resident of Leavenworth, KS, in an apartment located on the VA campus. Partnered with a black shorthaired cat named Mister Midnight. (1943-2020)
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I’m sharing it with you because there’s almost no likelihood you’ll believe it. This lunatic asylum I call my life has so many unexpected twists and turns I won’t even try to guess where it’s going. I’d suggest you try to find some laughs here. You won’t find wisdom. Good luck.