Dedicated to the Britons.
Who have broken the mental disease of the Queer EU.
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On a Planet near near away
-- in a Galaxy too close to see -- where the serfs and peons of the
countrysides sing a song of their folk hero 'Writing Hood' ...
"Writing Hood!
Writing Hood! Writing through the Glen.
Righting Hood, Righting
Hood with his band of men.
Smeared by the Bad.
Scrubbed by the Good!
Writing Hood ...
Righting Hood ...
Writing Hood!
He's always causing
trouble for the Demons and their schemes ...
which is always enough
to boil all their spleens ...
With-out mercy he shows
how truly awful are those things ...
and between spleens
people still have time to sing!
Writing Hood! Writing
Hood! Writing through the Glen.
Righting Hood, Righting
Hood with his band of men.
Smeared by the Bad.
Scrubbed by the Good!
Writing Hood ...
Righting Hood ...
Writing Hoooood!"
And on yon Planet -- there
were seven criminals who owed each other great amounts of stolen loot
and treasures and blood monies. They were the survivors of a
deliberate series of terrible Wars, that were fought for the power of
continental hegemonies around their world. Of the original 145
nations of people who existed independently of each other, before the
Wars, only seven remained in existence after the Wars. Everyone else
lost their national identity and were reduced to a mere existence as
the slaves of the seven criminal states that ruled thereafter.
The 145 original states
were known as -- Aback, Adack, Ahack, Ajack, Amack, Aqack, Axack,
Bhack, Black, Brack, Clack, Chack, Crack, Daack, Dhack, Drack, Duack,
Dwack, Dzack, Eaack, Edack, Ehack, Elack, Enack, Eqack, Erack, Ewack,
Eyack, Ezack, Feack, Fhack, Flack, Frack, Fuack, Gdack, Geack, Ghack,
Glack, Gnack, Goack, Grack, Gwack, Haack, Hoack, Hrack, Huack, Hyack,
Iaack, Idack, Ihack, Ijack, Inack, Irack, Ivack, Ixack, Jdack, Jeack,
Jiack, Joack, Jsack, Juack, Keack, Khack, Klack, Knack, Krack, Kuack,
Leack, Lhack, Loack, Luack, Lyack, Maack, Mcack, Meack, Miack, Moack,
Mxack, Neack, Nhack, Niack, Njack, Noack, Nuack, Nxack, Oaack, Odack,
Ohack, Oiack, Olack, Orack, Ovack, Oxack, Pdack, Pjack, Poack, Ptack,
Pyack, Qaack, Qhack, Qlack, Qwack, Reack, Rhack, Roack, Ryack, Seack,
Siack, Slack, Smack, Stack, Sxack, Taack, Tdack, Thack, Tjack, Tuack,
Tzack, Uback, Udack, Ukack, Utack, Uzack, Veack, Viack, Waack, Weack,
Wjack, Woack, Wyack, Xdack, Xeack, Xhack, Xlack, Xnack, Ydack, Yiack,
Yoack, Yvack, Zdack, Zhack, Ziack, Zmack, Zoack, and Zyack.
Upon the exhaustion of the
Wars, only seven states remained as viable nations, deeply demented
without values and rife with perversions. All deeply indebted to each
other, due to their mutual efforts to subjugate the other 138. They
were -- Zoack, Utack, Moack, Klack, Frack, Duack and Adack.
Which is to say,
originally there were many '**ack'
nations, living in competition with each other and trading widely
around their world. Then, seven of them came together and decided to
rule all of the others; and attacked the others killing their
sovereignty; while depending upon each other's villainy to such an
extent that they became indebted to each other greatly by the end of
the Wars. An indebtedness of sly and deliberate mutual intentions,
for mutual survival. Mutual guarantees of non-interference,
regardless of whatever treacheries and foul deeds they may perpetrate
later. A mutual indebtedness security from any actions, by anyone
with any regime, to stop or prevent their future crimes.
Then after, whenever any
of their slaves complained about any of the other six -- they each
cried "I cannot do that! That excellent person owes me money!"
Such was the plight of the
minions, and voters and slaves in the seven dictatorship regimes of
Adack, Duack, Frack, Klack, Moack, Utack and Zoack.
Daily, did the voters and
slaves and pathetic miserables of the seven regimes work and toil and
prostrate themselves before the seething dementias of the Sex
Masters. Impossible was their plight, and made further so by the
harsh defilements and mean sadisms of their Masters. Onto even they
were confined and demanded to make bricks for the building of Sex
Castles for their perverted Masters; without straw with which to bind
the mixtures.
The slaves and voters
bemoaned their existence, and the endless demands of the Sex Masters,
and their continual forced debt, and the perversions of their Masters
upon their flesh, and the lack of hay for the bricks that they must
make with their feet. With a Sonnet:
I lost another toe
today -- it went down the thrasher where last week's finger lay ...
Who am I to suffer
or defame -- it went for a good cause to fatten their rotten fame ...
Now just add some
tears -- and thrash the hides of our slain to replace the missing hay
...
Bloody bricks will
take the place of true -- and forever shall remain ...
Testament to the
rack and ruin of our blood -- by their hard cruelness ...
Without a stitch for
a care to our hopes -- watch they us as we do the stretch ...
For as long as they
can reign foul and vile -- and whip our death endless ...
Each a perverted
bloat of a noxious greedy wretch ...
We hammer our own
hides into the mix -- straw the more the nix ...
One brick at a time
-- one more victims hide with the spit ...
Into the temple wall
it fits -- all neat and blood's the trick ...
Each a wrap of a
trap -- and a proof of another Master's sex fit ...
Long endless misery
yearning of death are we -- for that instant of bliss ...
Belong we to it --
we who were not smart for the revolt at this.
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And, when any slave or
voter of the 'Seven Holies' asks for relief and justice from the
crimes of the other Deranged Deviates that plague their existence ...
what does every Immediate
Deviate with a whip say?
"I cannot do that!
That excellent person owes me money!"
Such is the Grand Scheme
of Mutual Indebtedness. All of the Guilty owe too much to all of the
Guilty to be removed by the Guilty -- Masters all, of the hapless
wretched Voters.
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Markel Peters
