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I should have added, in The Brazen Head's words: Time is. Time was. Time has past. So fuck all y'all

I've taken my own advice, turned my phone and Kindle off, and am about to shut down my desktop PC, and y'all are all welcome to fuck off until tomorrow morning, when I resume telling you all what consummate and utter fuckheads that you are, and how you might wish to kiss my rosy red ass.

Hi, @kenpaxton.bsky.social can you come out and play? I want to meet you on a close and personal level, and give the people of Texas something to cheer for: your clear and soon demise. Ant hills and honey come to mind.

John will be the first US Senator to flip R on November 4th, and I can only hope that @jamestalarico.bsky.social fills the seat vacated by John Cornyn and not filled by lack-wit former Attorney General of Texas, @kenpaxton.bsky.social . He is the only sociopath that I need personal business with

But, then, I wouldn't be allowed to live among you and get to play with you on a regular basis, now, would I?

I do apologize. There are monsters in this world. I may in fact be one of them. I've asked Mom, Dad, and Ben and Beck, and I don't know if they are reassuring me or just lying to me to be nice. I've thought often if there should be a way to test for sociopathy, psychopathy, or general monstrosity.

In wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.

The most compelling master of horror was Harlan Ellison: He wrote this: AM: Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits

to do so, because they will be laying at what is left of your feet.

You just imagine that you know horror. I have heard it from my grand-dad, what he heard from the survivors of Dachau, Treblinka, and I can show you horrors that make you rethink your pathetic little lives. I can show you such sublime horrors, you will want to shit yourselves, but won't have bowels

them out with a flaying knife. I'll love you as I kill you, slowly, and will relish each bite I take of your flesh, as I use your liver, as a tasty relish. I'll finish by positioning you in front of a mirror, and strip the flesh from your face as you watch.

Let me show you my mind, my little babies, and you will run shrieking into the night. You think the good men above me have delights to show you? I'll make you think twice about ever come onto the internet again. I can see you with love and pain, and your organs being worked out slowly, as I tease

Show us Trump rescuing George Washington, and I can tell you that Theodore Roosevelt bent down, bit Donald's arm off, and slung George's lifeless corpse down the mountain, and then ate the rest of Donny for a snack, enjoying each little cholesterol-filled morsel.

Those masters of horror, H.P. Lovecraft, Steven King, China Mieville, and Clive Barker have more ways to terrorize you than any little piece of shit AI could produce, and, with the exception of Lovecraft, pretty sure they and the monsters are on our side.

I won't need to give you little cunts AI to cry about. You will get to see such horrors as the world has never seen, or even dared to think about. As Pinhead said, "We have such sights to show you"

We are going to come for you with creatures from the unthinking deeps, and you will wish that your God had warned you about such as us.

You do know that when we come back, we're bringing things you would never believe @jamellebouie.net, @jojofromjerz.bsky.social, @kornetzke.bsky.social and horrors from beyond the deep that would make C'thulhu and Nyarlathotep blush.

to visit her and introduce her to ABC's hellhound, Sam Donaldson. They will treat her as if she was the lickspittle that she is, and show her how to visit Hell on a close and personal visit.

Oh, Jesus please us, who the fuck, beyond Bari Weiss, thought that bringing Ross Douthat on board was a good idea? That pusillanimous little shit needed to be kicked off a rail of NYTimes failing ship, and she brings him onto CBS? She must want to see the ghosts of Walter Cronkite, Edward R. Murrow

You, too, can manage to stumble through life without looking like too much of a dipshit if you only follow these lessons.