Archive for August, 2013

Now that I’m 64


Another year has gone by and old Skinny Bones has yet to visit me. It is funny how life has gone by but at least I can look back and say that I managed to accomplish something. Not entirely sure what it was you understand, but it was something.


Survival Day Has Come Again


Aye Caesar, and not yet gone.

Eleven years. Eleven years ago today. And here I am, still going.

There is nothing more that really needs to be said about it. I’m still going in spite of the anathemas and prayers and curses of those who do not like either me or my work, I’m still going.

Living is the best revenge.

Just For Giggles


This is for all you folks who are unlucky enough to have heard the stories of the latest Papal obscenity and his trip the World Catamite, er, Youth Day thing in Brazil. You know, when they get large crowds of idiotic young people lining up to be sodomized by the nearest Bishop. We are going to have some fun with this.

In fact it is going to be almost as much fun as bombing Mecca with pork chops.

You will need as follows:

One radionic box, any type will do.

A picture of the mob at the World Catamite, er, Youth Day.

A picture of the Folsom Street Fair.

Set up the box as follows:

The picture of Folsom Street on the transmittal (trend) plate.

The picture of the mob on the target plate.

Set the contact rate for the sexual energy coming off of Folsom.

Let the machine run.

Remember, true joy is only found in the infliction of pain and the corruption of the innocent and do not forget that time and space are no barrier to psionics.

Have fun.