When Osama is laughing his ass off in HIS Cave of Evil, then you know we have lost the real battle. Toppling buildings is not what hurts us...but being fondled by some sweaty TSA minimum wager, does.
It's not a real cave. It's a set. He's not in a cave. He's in his family home back in Saudi Arabia living the life of a prince. He only goes into the "Cave Room" to have his picture taken or shoot video to make the faithful believe that he is still in hiding and having a bad time of it like they are. If they were to learn the truth, that he's at his folk's house eating pate de fois gras and drinking champagne, well then there'd be a real revolution, now wouldn't there.
Whoops. Did I say all that out loud? How naughty of me (Heh, heh)
And he besmirches the glory that is a Cave of Cool by reducing it to some movie set. Well he has insulted me for the last time. I will not rest until I am cupping his balls...while they rest in one of those crown royal bags. That is my Christmas promise to all of you.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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It's not a real cave. It's a set. He's not in a cave. He's in his family home back in Saudi Arabia living the life of a prince. He only goes into the "Cave Room" to have his picture taken or shoot video to make the faithful believe that he is still in hiding and having a bad time of it like they are. If they were to learn the truth, that he's at his folk's house eating pate de fois gras and drinking champagne, well then there'd be a real revolution, now wouldn't there.
Whoops. Did I say all that out loud? How naughty of me (Heh, heh)
So he is just talking smack about us and our coupled ball sacks. Well that just infuriates me. I oughta....
And he besmirches the glory that is a Cave of Cool by reducing it to some movie set. Well he has insulted me for the last time. I will not rest until I am cupping his balls...while they rest in one of those crown royal bags. That is my Christmas promise to all of you.
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