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Date: Tue, 28 Apr 1998 08:59:58 -0700
To: mlindste@clandjop.com
From: typical libbertoons (smaf-toonians@cmsu2.cmsu.edu)
Get over yourself!
Haven't you realized you're the only person who thinks you have
any sort of intelligence.
-- Goofhead & Wuss
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I haven't heard from these fools for over a year.
I sort of wonder what brought this on. Probably these
SMAF-'Toonians read something critical on one of my many WWW pages
as being critical of them. And so it was, although it didn't
mention them by name, only by type.
I can see by the e-mail address above that these people are
living exactly the same way they did in Springfield, Missouri.
The location may change, but they never do. Where they be --
there be an outpost of sanctimonious white trash.
For example, the wife is still seeking a degree to teach in
publik skrules. Having no mind at all, they wish to get a job
destroying the minds of innocent others in the public sector.
They have no child of their own, not that it would matter if they
did. Publik skrules are good enough if they offer employment.
Yet they are LibberToons, concerned with smaller gubbnmint.
And if that cannot be realized through a contraction of the
public sector, it certainly can be fervently wished for while
inhaling hallogenic clouds of blue smoke.
Nor do these LibberToons have a privately owned Internet
Service Provider. You see, when I knew them several years
ago, they couldn't get a telephone in because they hadn't paid
a $600+ telephone bill. They liked to make long-distance
phone calls while stoned on their weed, but paying for the weed
always came first before paying their justly contracted debts.
One's first impression when meeting both of them is that
they both are self-indulgent brain-dead dopers. All they talk
about in poly-ticks is the necessity to legalize smokin'-dope.
So much for the Decline of the West or the rise of the underclass
in which they had staked out squatter's rights long ago. They'd
vote for Pol Pot in a second upon upon name recognition alone,
looking forward to the day when they could smoke a bale of marijuana
for the price they now pay for an ounce. But they still wouldn't
pay their phone bill with the extra money. The pocket change saved
could be more purposefully spent in smoking as many bales as they
used to spend smoking ounces. After all, first things first.
They wanted to join up with a militia unit down in Springfield
Missouri several years ago. While they were amicable enough, as
long as they felt the aftereffects of the last stash, still it was
obvious enough to all that they were dopers. Thus it became
obvious that there were drawbacks to being an "open, public,
citizens' militia." After all, these people seemed to have no
firm sort of character of their own, only a dependent sort of
mellowness. What would happen when they got busted by the police?
After all, if it was obvious to us that these people were potheads,
then signing up such witless herd-animals in the police food-chain
could be a serious breach of operational security. We might as well
invite the cops along for a training exercise with our "dangerous
assault weaponry." Just as these LibberToons have their addictions
which do not bear police scrutiny, creative gunsmithing is the curse
of the militia classes. In the interests of all concerned we
certainly didn't need to "Feed the Bears." Most militiamen don't
have the monomaniacal interests in but one herb that these people
had.
Secondly, people who won't pay their phone bill and who
don't have a car because of their consuming interests don't have
money to buy a good military-style rifle and 200 rounds of
ammunition. Even a good, used Chink-Army-issue SKS cost $80
then and no telling how many ounces of good smokin'-dope that
amount represented.
So these Freedom Fighters, these killer-attack 'Toons, these
Defenders of Liberty never took to the field with us militiamen, not
even during the season that the wild sinsemilla was in full bud.
Serves 'em right for telling us that they didn't believe in
violence.
So now they are in Warrensburg, at another kollidge, learning
. . . . something or another. And still without a phone or a
car or a gun. All their money in bongs. (I said bongs, not bonds.)
Still looking like frumpy lower-lower-lower-middle-class losers.
Still talking about legalizing smokin'-dope as the end&be-all
of enlightened self-government. And probably still attracting
the interest of the police.
Oh well, having no interest in gainful employment and lacking
intelligence enough to be publik skrul teechers, perhaps they
can stick, like the shoemaker to their last -- and primary --
sole means of support in an information age -- as informants.
--Martin Lindstedt, Resistance Political Front
Missouri Libertarian Candidate for u.S. Senator
http://www.mo-net.com/~mlindste
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The above message is true.
The above names have been changed to protect the shit-headed.
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