A reading from the Book of ZOT!
It is said that for many risings of the sun and moon, in an era long behind us, did the old wise man search the lands of Asgard to find the deeper truths. In his quest for knowledge, he traveled many leagues, covered countless furlongs and soothed his calloused feet riding atop a braying ass.
The Book of Zot! records many such such travels and travails of those who have gone before. And in it’s voluminous pages there are bound to be similar, of somewhat skewed events. Witness the tale of NewInTexas. He, like the man of old, sought knowledge, and traveled many miles throughout the lands of Asgard. But there my brethren, our story takes another path, for NIT chose to bray mightily and alone in his assitude.
And he is not the first, nor will he be the last to twist the tales of old to suit his liberal purpose. He, like the fell troll jla who so recently met swift and merciful digital demise at the sword and claw of the Kittith Vikings, did mock the faith and belief of others, misspaking their words and intent thereof, like the vile liberals that infest the Promised and Corrupt lands likeith and with purpose of lice.
And like many faithful before him who traded their sense and reason for the carnal mental pleasures of the Plague Stupidicus, did his diseased mind ‘reason’ that highly skilled ballistics analysts could better serve the realm in a capacity beyond their ability.
Brethren, the fell Plague of Stupidicus is a vile thing. It robs brethren of the most basic logic and instills in them a sense of pride borne of gossamer - one that cries out for Kittith intervention...for the behelmed bundles of fuzzy Freudian fear are well versed in the ways of curing the mental deficiencies of falling Freepith!
And so it came to pass that upon sensing this disturbance in the tranquil force of Asgard, did they of tooth and claw rearrange the thought and other processes of the disturbed, mercifully and with the mighty Hammer of Thor, not Thorazine!
And the fell troll didith rantith and rave (without the benefit of loud and obnoxious music and drug fuled dancing), proclaiming his kinship in battles of a long past Asian realm. But the Kittith did sense that deep within his fractured mind, the remaining fragments of sanity, and their sensitive ears did hear them cry out “Slay me mighty Kittith!, and put to rest my tortured bits and bytes, for I have indeed become a moron!”
For the Kittith do sense these things...
And as Moljinr cleft the trollean skull in twain, releasing the remaining sense to it’s Valhallian reward, the cute and fuzzy little Valkries didith descend with the Broom of Great Justice to again sweep away the bad parts to fell Trollhenge. There they remain to this day in the Great Porcelain Receptacle, mere Kittith litter of the clumping variety.
Book of ZOT; Chapter 6, Verse 1-9 “Poop! I did it again!”
Normie - Chief Druid of Trollhenge
LOL!!
Another fine reading for the ages, my brother. Many thank yous.
So, Newin Texsas is no more. It surprises me not, for that one seemed to have borne a strange scent from the very start. It also mis-spelled the name of the great state of Texas in its handle, which caused me no end of irritation, every time it spoke.
On that basis alone, do I bid it good riddance! LOL
Cheers!
Norm, thanks for the ping.
Looks like N.I.T. wit rode the lightning.
Soon, we will have a new Freeper song:
“All our ex’s came from Texas”