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 This Is Just Too Bizzare To Be Anything But The Truth
 

Ann Coulter's Beauty Secret
CONSERVATIVE VIRGINS DONATE BLOOD FOR COULTER’S BATH

by Scott C., WO'C's Children of the Night Correspondent

Link: http://www.netscape.com/viewstory/20... l&frame=true

When best-selling author Ann Coulter arrived at Charles Coughlin College in Lynchville, Illinois, Ceci Lawrence was shocked." She looked so different from her photos," the 22-year old co-ed marveled." She had these long, bony fingers, and her skin was all stretched and thin like rice paper, and I remember thinking during her speech: she looks like a talking kite." It was then that Ceci and several of her sorority sisters resolved to do something for their distinguished visitor.

"We decided to have a blood drive," Ceci said, "So that Ann could renew the unholy forces which animate her flesh by bathing in the blood of the innocent. Let’s face it—she travels all the time and that’s got to play havoc with any sort of rigorous beauty regimen. After all, the average human body only contains six quarts of blood, so you can imagine how many virgins it would take to fill up even one of those crappy little tubs at the Ramada Inn. I mean, come on—she can’t just keep dropping by Townhall.com and draining Ben Shapiro for a pint—he’s starting to look bleached."

Finding a sufficient number of uncontaminated maidens, even on the campus of a conservative bible college, proved to be a chore. "Yeah," observed Ceci. "It was a lot of work, but it was worth it. Ann is my role model."

Ceci explained that she began college as a Speech Communications major. "I wanted to be on TV, so I was studying to be a spokesmodel. My dad wanted me to be a lawyer, but that was like way too much work, thank you very much. But then I saw Ann on Fox News, and realized that you could be a lawyer even if you didn’t practice law, or go to court, or know anything about the constitution. And even better, people would like. . .pay you to go on TV and say bitchy stuff about people! It’s like somebody saying, ‘Hey! Spreading rumors that all the smart girls are lesbians and then locking yourself in your dorm room and masturbating to Whittaker Chamber’s Witness is actually a job. We’ll pay you for that!’ My god! Having Fox News in your life is like having a rich boyfriend who’s too Episcopalian to demand a handjob! Anywat. . . The very next day I switched my major, and next year after I graduate, I hope to follow in Ann’s footsteps and attend the Barbizon School of Law."

Asked if the arduous, daylong blood drive was worth it, Ceci was unequivocal. "Absolutely! For one thing, Ann and I have become very friendly as a result. And for another, I’m pretty sure that if she’d gone one more day without blood she would have started killing my roommates."

And how does Ann Coulter herself feel about this outpouring of admiration and blood? The blanched and hollow-eyed pundit flashed an enthusiastic thumbs-up as she lowered her emaciated carcass into a hip-bath brimming with virgin gore. "Ahh," she said, splashing the ruddy, life-giving fluid over her bony chest, "This is the life. Or the undeath, anyway."

Born in the Hungary in 1560 as Elizabeth Bathory, the conservative sensation changed her name to Countess Marya Zaleska upon first coming to the United States in 1936. She later opted for the more Anglo-sounding Ann Coulter because, in her words, "I wanted my very name to announce my patriotic devotion to America," and because, "The FBI was closing in."

Asked whether soaking in the blood of virgins might alienate the GOP’s fundamentalist Christian base, Coulter waved a bone-white hand and uttered a dismissive, "Pah!"

She added knowingly, "Look how enthusiastically the base has supported President Bush’s tax cuts for the wealthy. To me, that’s a clear sign that the Heartland has given those of us in the upper echelons of society the go-ahead to live off the blood of our social inferiors. The way I like to think of it is: red states are red corpuscle states, brimming with life and vitality. While the blue states are blood cells depleted of oxygen, the same way the Democrat party is depleted of ideas and morality. If American values and ideals are to survive, we must confront our political opponents, rip out their throats with our sharp incisors, and feed upon the warm blood flowing from their ruptured arteries."

As a tired Ceci poured the last bucketful of blood into her idol’s copper bath, she paused to reflect on the day’s labors. "I’ve learned more from Ann in one day than I think I’ve learned from all my professors over the past four years. I’ve learned that liberals are traitors who want to destroy the nuclear family. I’ve learned that plasma is an excellent humectant. And I’ve learned which girls are really virgins, and which are letting the snake into the garden, if you know what I mean, because if Ann bathes in the blood of an soiled woman, she starts to smoke and shriek like a banshee. It’s kind of like when you drop a piece of magnesium in water. Except for the shrieking."
 

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 Muh ha ha!
 

I had morning sex, as of 6:53am CT, June 11, 2007! Monday, Monday naaa na na na naaaa na.
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 I Had A Dream
 

I Had A Dream

I had a dream that there I was standing before God and the Devil, Lucifer himself, ankle high in the molten lava of Lucifer's domain. Yet, the singe of it fire did not harm me. There was a man standing next to me, of who I don't know. But it seemed as though the two of us were to be audience to something that no one else would. That this spectacular feat, this event that brought together God, man, and Lucifer was to forever change every one's ideas, thoughts, predictions, and interpretations of what God and the Devil were really about.

Lucifer looked at me, and his words just entered my head. They did not come through my ears but directly into my head. He spoke of good and evil, and he spoke of arbitrary violence. She spoke of sex and drugs. He spoke of God and man. But what he told me was that man is not capable of right and wrong.

And smoke from the pits welled up like the steam bursting out of a kettle. Within the steam cleared a picture of many birds flying through the sky. It was a slide show of all the birds of the world. And then appeared in the sky, the stream of molten lava. Fires from hell. They seemed to defy gravity as, this stream spread and swept through every corner of the sky.

I happen to look over to see how God felt about this destruction of the Devil. Yet I was surprised to find that it was God's hand that was sweeping the sky, not Lucifer's. As I looked back over to him, he spoke within my head again.

This time he told me of the origins of God and himself. While he did not tell me the beginning of their existence, he did tell me, that they are many things to many people. My head thought of the many religions on Earth and how they all have a god for good and evil. But the Devil spoke to my head correcting my thoughts. Not to just the Earth but the universe. Every being was theirs. Lucifer also told me of the bet that they had made. God told Lucifer that he could influence man but only with words. That this, one of the most promising beings, as God observed, could do good inherently. And that if it were only Lucifer's word spoken directly to them, he could not influence them. That man would do good. So Lucifer put in his wager. He told God that he could not directly speak to any man, ever. In fact he would stay mute the remainer of the bet. Only his acts would be permissible.

God told Lucifer that actions speak louder then words and that his acts would bring people to worship him, because man, although a good species, still believed what they saw. That Lucifer's words would not be enough to either bring in his own followers or dissuade the followers of God. They shook hands and the bet was made.

I thought to myself why am I here? Lucifer spoke to me inside my head. He told me that this man next to me and myself were the final test of the experiment. We were the control. While God and the Devil could see where our lives would lead us and we could not, they were going to test this final confirmation on me and this man.

Lucifer told me that this man was going to become a great tyrant and that his evil and destruction was going to cover the face of the planet ten times worse than Hitler. He told me that convincing this man to change his ways would be the only way to save the world from his atrocities. I thought, why would the Devil, the culprit of evil want to spare the world from evil. He told me inside my head that all is not what it appears. I looked at the man standing next to me.

God moved his hand across the steam, and another image came up. Within the steam it showed me. Without the evil that this man would preform, an even greater evil would arise and do more damage then this man could. Because of his absence in the world, which would retard the need for others to balance the good with evil, evil would actually overspread the good. God materialized a revolver in the man's hand. The man realized that God's actions were telling him that protecting his life by ending mine would be the only way that a lesser form of evil, could prevent the greater.

The man raised the revolver to my head. I was trying to think of something to say. Something that would convince this man that my death would serve no purpose. But then I realized whether God or Lucifer was right, it really didn't matter. It wasn't God or Lucifer's influence that controlled man's actions, it was man themselves. And that only through change in ourselves can we triumph over evil actions.

He pulled back the hammer. I could see his finger being to squeeze the trigger. The gun went off . . .

I woke up . . . my son was asking me if he could play video games. It was 6:30 am and I need to get up for work anyway. I let him play games because he is out of school this week. I wondered about what I had just dreamt.
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 Just Another Day
 

It seems that this is a loooooong road. Each day I just keep thinking that there is another day that I have to do this. Like to make up for all the years of NOT doing it.

I have two phone numbers on a index card under a fridge magnet. I haven't called either. I don't know why either. I'm afraid maybe. Don't want to know what makes me tick. I really don't I guess. If I can do what I have to each day to be a provider/father/husband, then why do I need to know?

But I said I would get help, and those numbers stare at me each time I open the fridge.

What is it inside of me that I am so scared of? Being happy? Perhaps. Dunno why. Shouldn't I be able to be?

Today is just another day, and tomorrow is tomorrow. The end of the road however is longer than the Clone Saga (sorry for the comic book comparison, I've been reading too much).

May U Live 2 See The Dawn
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 Falling Apart
 

Here it is almost 3am in the morning, and sleep is just a distant cousin.

I played Hulk: Ultimate Destruction the better part of the evening after the boys went to sleep. Then I decided a bit of time on the Internet would help wind me down. Once getting on the Internet, and more the idea of trying to wind down, I decided I needed a drink. Yeah I fucked up. I've had four drinks and I still can't sleep. This shit sucks. It so much easier to just fucking drink and get it over with. Pass out and sleep. But fuck that, I ain't gonna do it. Even if I never sleep tonight. I'm not going to.

I hate that I can't keep this shit under wraps. (On a side note, I hate that my profanity is actually worse with sobriety.) I just want to go on normally. Be a normal person, and not stare at the fucking bottle of bourbon in the fridge like Gillian Anderson were standing naked in my fridge. (Cuz I would seriously stare no matter . . . Mrs. Warlock still loves me. She ogles David Boreanaz.)

Well enough of my bitchin . . . I'm gonna get a dip of snuff and go play some Silent Hill. That chilling game might scare my ass to bed.

As Aaron Neville would say . . . "Everybody plays a fool, sometimes, there's no exception to the rule, listen baby, it maybe factual, it maybe cruel, I ain't lying, everybody plays a fool."
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