Gumboots wrote:Just as long as you don't start beating on baby seals with lead-filled snowshoes.
If that happens I'll take a mittenful of the deadly yellow snow crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area. And then Pounce! and Pounce again! I just hope I don't get a dog-doo snowcone stuffed in my eye....
P.S: I sure miss Frank. Knowing what I know now, I have to wonder if his cancer was just a random thing, in light of his ability to see through the wall of Bullsnot built up by the powers that be, and have the courage to actually say the truth about what is going on in the world.
“The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”
Right now "they" are in the process of moving the tables and chairs out of the way. Exactly when the brick wall at the back of the theater will be seen by the sheeple is yet to be determined.