Greetings & salivations young brain-dead drooling pinks and a hearty chuckle to you fellow smartass anti-theologians. Contained hereafter are the unschedulable often-offtopic mumblings and guffaws of Revered Andre Brothel, founder of the sacred Mockolyte brotherhood, minister in the holy service of "Bob", shaman to all streetfreaks, living patron saint of druggies. Tune in whenever-y and read or re-read the nonsensical rantings posted herein and find yourself enlightened and/or angered.
To the enlightened: Sure I know some stuff but really, am I the guy who should be molding your thought processes?
To the angered: Fuck you if you can't take a joke, you're not allowed to stain my holy words with your heathen eyes anymore. Get off my lawn.
And remember Brothers, reasoning with the Con and the dupes it feeds has never worked, the path to enlightenment is found through belittling it and them.
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