Updated this year of Us, 2001, on Our infinite majesty's 7th day
of March
THE GOD COMPLEX
If you don’t understand
OUR PHILOSOPHY
You must stay after class
Christians deny your false god,
Only
The Immortals
Can grant you everlasting life.
We hear you my Wigglies,
and
THE GOD COMPLEX
Will now answer your prayers.
My dear pathetic
wigglies,
In response to your
pitiful prayers for mercy, the answer is, as always, “Why should I care?” In the absence of any reason, from the
realistic to the bizarre, the answer remains “NO!” Bother me no longer!
On to our story…
Several of you appear
to have returned to the education system in recent times and seem
confused. This is likely because
you are stupid. For those of you
who wish to deny your own mental deficiencies and seek the kind of the One Who
Is Many, I humbly offer my glowing brilliance for your strict adherence.
First of all, you will
encounter several “individuals” who go by many names. Instructors, professors, teachers, counsellors, the names
vary. The consistent theme is
unswerving dedication to evil, in all its many forms. You may refer to this gaggle of individuals collectively as
a “bunch of nasty bastards”.
First and foremost, we
must examine the origin of the “nasty bastards”. They are, without exception, of questionable lineage, some
are even the result of some unholy union where souls were bartered for like
pork bellies. They cannot be
trusted, under even the direst of circumstances. That being said, they’re usually decent sorts.
Assignments are the
nasty bastard’s torment of choice by sheer volume. These pointless exercises are given under the guise of
testing knowledge, while hiding the true intent of testing your susceptibility
to their endless droning. Be
aware, piglets, for the more tightly the web has captured you, the better your
marks. It is by this method that
they enlist you to aid in their propaganda. “Economics is not voodoo science!” you’ll scream! “I need market research to understand
what my customer wants!” All the
while, that little voice of reason deep in your soul is muffled by the
message. Education good, education
good, education good.
The second thunder of
the storm is without a doubt the most hideous. THE EXAM! When
you reach this point, you are committed to the fight. Some will win, many will lose, and no one will leave
unscathed. The exam serves no
purpose. It never has, never will
and never was meant to be of any value to your “education”. Like all vile being, nasty bastards
sometimes do evil things just to do evil things. Like vicious children tormenting neighbourhood pets. Don’t attend them, gentle reader, for
they are the stuff of nightmares and such. Patiently wait for the time the wish you to be tested and
turn away. Then RUN! Run like the wind of never turn to look
back! For if you do, their
basilisk eyes will freeze you to the spot, and they will descend upon you like
vultures from the very pits of hell itself! “Maybe you should talk to a
counsellor,” they’ll coo, “You seem upset, would you like to take a
break?” And then, while your guard
is down it begins. Your will
begins to ebb away, taking rational, self-preserving thought with it. All the while, the conditioning sets to
work. “A management diploma will
help me get a good job.”
“Accountants are fun people, not beady eyed losers who live with their
mothers and are likely to kill en masse.”
Education good, education good, education good.
And then, my
treacherous little house pets, the end is upon you. Your life is over.
While friends about you give words of encouragement to your face, behind
your back they loathe and fear you.
For you have become all that they despise. That self-righteous supervisor. That holier-than-thou financial adviser. That nasty bastard, so much like the
others before you, living to hate, incapable and unworthy of love, vile and
horrible and everything your grandma tried to tell your parents you would
be. You will be educated.
Thus spaketh
NightSlayer.
You must learn from
the past, my filthy followers.
Consult
THE LIBRARY OF TIME ETERNAL
And
hope your soul may yet be redeemed.
THOSE WE WILL KILL LAST
For the sake of
consistency,
there will no longer be
any names
listed in this
category.
All
will be slain in A single mighty blow.
You never did amount to anything.
As
if a search engine can help
Feel free to send your special notes to THE GOD COMPLEX where we will forward
them to someone who might give a damn.
All opinions contrary to those of THE GOD COMPLEX will be considered
foolish and cast from the mountain amidst gales of godly laughter.