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Friday, September 30, 2005
They're Immanentizing the Eschaton!
I've got this horrible feeling that I'm trapped inside a Robert Anton Wilson novel.
It now looks as though New Labour's recent embracing of skinhead culture was for the purpose of giving their apparatchiks the courage to mercilessly crush all dissent. Expect to see sales of steel toecap Doc Martins rocket in Islington. Tremble in fear as the Blairs arrive for an official dinner at the Mansion House: Cherie sporting a number 1 with little wispy bits front and back, 'I love TB' crudely tattooed on her left breast; Tony's flowing locks even more severely shorn, casually unzipping his Harrington at the top of the steps to reveal braces over a white T-shirt bearing the logo 'You're either with us, or you're a terrorist'.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the pond, Hurricane Katrina has allowed the US Navy's attack dolphins to escape. Freakish accident or fiendish plan? I'll let you make your own minds up. However, I suggest it's no coincidence that there are all these sightings of giant squid at the moment.
If all this doesn't convince you, a letter arrived at the Little House this morning (and, no, I'm not making this up) bearing a German postmark and a Las Vegas return address, inviting me to join the Illuminati...
It now looks as though New Labour's recent embracing of skinhead culture was for the purpose of giving their apparatchiks the courage to mercilessly crush all dissent. Expect to see sales of steel toecap Doc Martins rocket in Islington. Tremble in fear as the Blairs arrive for an official dinner at the Mansion House: Cherie sporting a number 1 with little wispy bits front and back, 'I love TB' crudely tattooed on her left breast; Tony's flowing locks even more severely shorn, casually unzipping his Harrington at the top of the steps to reveal braces over a white T-shirt bearing the logo 'You're either with us, or you're a terrorist'.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the pond, Hurricane Katrina has allowed the US Navy's attack dolphins to escape. Freakish accident or fiendish plan? I'll let you make your own minds up. However, I suggest it's no coincidence that there are all these sightings of giant squid at the moment.
If all this doesn't convince you, a letter arrived at the Little House this morning (and, no, I'm not making this up) bearing a German postmark and a Las Vegas return address, inviting me to join the Illuminati...
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