Post by Notorious B.O.B. on Sept 27, 2014 21:55:36 GMT
“Well Lordy, Lordy, hallelujah and all that ... get out ya wallets ladies and gentlemen because the collection plate is about to be passed around. What are we collecting for this week you might be asking; well, how does a brand new copy of Hooked on Phonics sound, because illiteracy is the only excuse for how you’ve been missing the boat all this time, boy.
As much as a repetitive prick as I’ve been, you’ve just gone and had to one up me, eh?
Seems like you can’t swing a stick around here without coming across one of your repetitive, diatribes that come across like the bastard child of Boss Hog and the Turtle Man. I guess we shouldn’t be too surprised, all things considered.
Your people always have been vocal followers.
Only, instead of burning down churches and stringing up those that don’t agree with you, you’re trying to burn down logic and string up your own ideology for all to see.
Like Joel Osteen before you, I’ve been hearing your particular brand of crazy for years! The words may be different, but all of you evangelical types only have one message …
Do things our way, or go straight to hell.
Do not collect two hundred dollars …
Just head directly into the nearest pit and pray for mercy.
Look around you, hayseed; IWF has been slipping further and further into hell ever since your twisted ‘savior’ decided that he didn’t have enough power already and began his crusade to warp the company into his own clown faced image.
Falling under the spell of that little herpes ridden harpy, Valentine was the first in a series of mistakes that I made. In your vernacular, I ‘done fucked up’, but unlike your lot who just sweep their mistakes under the rug in hopes of maintaining the pathetic guise of power, I own up to my wrongs and fix to right ‘em.
I was promised many things, the least of which a ‘Get Out of Jail’ card. My life, up until about a month ago, was just one stubbed toe away from the wrong end of a twelve gage. I spiraled, I drank, I continued to compound my mistakes with even grander bad decisions; because if there’s one thing I’ve learned during my time as a blind follower it’s,
If you’re going to do something, no matter how dumb it is, do it the right way …
the Angel way …
the Age of X way.
You guys have excelled at excuses, made names for yourselves at the expense of weaker competitors.
Hell, even Joe Everyman could hit a home run when served up the softballs you’ve been given.
But that’s just it … your entire psyche revolves around needing to feel the biggest, baddest and toughest of all the rest.
God forbid you actually have to work for any of the accolades you so freely spout off about. Your entire world is built around the numbers game.
You know, that ‘there’s one of them, so you’d better send two of us’ mentality that has been the Age’s mo. since its inception.
Scoff all you want, I was there … on the inside listening to sermon after sermon, each preaching the same guerrilla warfare and underhanded tactics. Angel doesn’t care about HOW he comes out on top, or who he has to step over to get there. He cares only about COMING out on top.
Do you think he cares about his prophets? You’re nothing but tools and weapons that are at his disposal …
Means to an end, Eddie … means to an end.
So where does that leave you, Frank and the rest of the ‘chosen’? Don’t kid yourself, you’ll be left on the Island of Misfit Toys faster than you can say, ‘War of Northern Oppression’.
You and I are on a collision course that’s not going to end up looking very pretty. I’ve known you long enough to know that finesse isn’t one of the tools of your trade. You’re a straight shooting piece of shit that’d chew off his own hand if Blake told you to.
Well, make sure that your marching orders are in place and that bullshit manifesto is tucked in your back pocket. That way, when I’ve left you staring up at the lights I’ll have something to stuff down your God damned throat.
This is the beginning of the end of you and your little ‘church’, Black. I’m not going to stop until I’ve excommunicated each and every one of you before I do what everyone else around here has either been too afraid, or just plain failed to do …
Consider yourself the first stone thrown into his glass house, Eddie. It’s an honor, really and truly.
You will be the first; the breaking of the Age of X’s hymen and the beginning of turning you all into the little sluts you’re dying to be.
IWF will be whole once again; whether I’m still around to see it finished remains to be seen.
All I know is that its new foundation will be built upon the ashes of the Age and all your pathetic rhetoric will echo these halls no more.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be …
As much as a repetitive prick as I’ve been, you’ve just gone and had to one up me, eh?
Seems like you can’t swing a stick around here without coming across one of your repetitive, diatribes that come across like the bastard child of Boss Hog and the Turtle Man. I guess we shouldn’t be too surprised, all things considered.
Your people always have been vocal followers.
Only, instead of burning down churches and stringing up those that don’t agree with you, you’re trying to burn down logic and string up your own ideology for all to see.
Like Joel Osteen before you, I’ve been hearing your particular brand of crazy for years! The words may be different, but all of you evangelical types only have one message …
Do things our way, or go straight to hell.
Do not pass go …
Do not collect two hundred dollars …
Just head directly into the nearest pit and pray for mercy.
Look around you, hayseed; IWF has been slipping further and further into hell ever since your twisted ‘savior’ decided that he didn’t have enough power already and began his crusade to warp the company into his own clown faced image.
Falling under the spell of that little herpes ridden harpy, Valentine was the first in a series of mistakes that I made. In your vernacular, I ‘done fucked up’, but unlike your lot who just sweep their mistakes under the rug in hopes of maintaining the pathetic guise of power, I own up to my wrongs and fix to right ‘em.
I was promised many things, the least of which a ‘Get Out of Jail’ card. My life, up until about a month ago, was just one stubbed toe away from the wrong end of a twelve gage. I spiraled, I drank, I continued to compound my mistakes with even grander bad decisions; because if there’s one thing I’ve learned during my time as a blind follower it’s,
If you’re going to do something, no matter how dumb it is, do it the right way …
the Angel way …
the Age of X way.
You guys have excelled at excuses, made names for yourselves at the expense of weaker competitors.
Hell, even Joe Everyman could hit a home run when served up the softballs you’ve been given.
But that’s just it … your entire psyche revolves around needing to feel the biggest, baddest and toughest of all the rest.
God forbid you actually have to work for any of the accolades you so freely spout off about. Your entire world is built around the numbers game.
You know, that ‘there’s one of them, so you’d better send two of us’ mentality that has been the Age’s mo. since its inception.
Scoff all you want, I was there … on the inside listening to sermon after sermon, each preaching the same guerrilla warfare and underhanded tactics. Angel doesn’t care about HOW he comes out on top, or who he has to step over to get there. He cares only about COMING out on top.
Do you think he cares about his prophets? You’re nothing but tools and weapons that are at his disposal …
Means to an end, Eddie … means to an end.
So where does that leave you, Frank and the rest of the ‘chosen’? Don’t kid yourself, you’ll be left on the Island of Misfit Toys faster than you can say, ‘War of Northern Oppression’.
You and I are on a collision course that’s not going to end up looking very pretty. I’ve known you long enough to know that finesse isn’t one of the tools of your trade. You’re a straight shooting piece of shit that’d chew off his own hand if Blake told you to.
Well, make sure that your marching orders are in place and that bullshit manifesto is tucked in your back pocket. That way, when I’ve left you staring up at the lights I’ll have something to stuff down your God damned throat.
This is the beginning of the end of you and your little ‘church’, Black. I’m not going to stop until I’ve excommunicated each and every one of you before I do what everyone else around here has either been too afraid, or just plain failed to do …
I’m going to put down Angel.
Consider yourself the first stone thrown into his glass house, Eddie. It’s an honor, really and truly.
You will be the first; the breaking of the Age of X’s hymen and the beginning of turning you all into the little sluts you’re dying to be.
IWF will be whole once again; whether I’m still around to see it finished remains to be seen.
All I know is that its new foundation will be built upon the ashes of the Age and all your pathetic rhetoric will echo these halls no more.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be …
a world without end …
Glory be, Eddie … glory be!”
Well howdy there pardner.