I've found definitive proof that there is no kindly, benevolent God and absolute proof in my Lord and Master, Satan. Are you ready? Are you sitting down? It's pretty terrifying: you should prepare yourself. Make sure no impressionable children are in the room.
Okay, here goes. It's kittywigs.com, and it's definitely a sign of the apocalypse. Here's just an inkling of the horror you will encounter if you are brave enough to click the link:
By the way, this poor animal's name is "Chicken." So, for all you stubborn believers, clearly the time has come for you to give up and worship Satan. Show your support by voting Huckabee in New Hampshire.
Man, am I tired out from all of that last minute Huck-stering I did in Iowa. I can't tell you how many people I drove to polling places or caucuses or whatever Iowans choose to call them. Naturally, I was in disguise. The burns from lugging that bible around will probably never heal.
Of course, Satan did his part too. You just wouldn't believe the way Rapture-loving Christians take to Satan. It's kind of touching, really. Fortunately for Satan, he never gets tired. Nope. He was all perky and ready for his weekly poker game with God. Apparently, God cheats; that's what Satan says anyway, and I would NEVER question Satan. It's that whole omniscient thing God has going--I mean who would bet against someone who's all-knowing? Well, Satan, obviously. Fortunately, Satan cheats, too. Duh.
Anyway, you know how guys get when they're sitting around, smoking cigars, drinking some brews and playing poker: they get to talking. About chicks, who they like, who they hate, etc. Turns out they both hate Ann Coulter. I've mentioned Satan's repugnance toward Ann before. He loves the deep dishonesty and the hypocrisy, of course. He just finds her creepy and unsavory.
Last time I discussed The Beast (I mean Ann, not Satan) I got a deeply disturbing comment from someone who apparently fantasizes about her (I just threw up a little in my mouth thinking about such a thing, and by "a little" I mean Exorcist spewing). Someone else put an optimistic spin on such loathsome thoughts by suggesting that perhaps the fantasy involved legally shooting her as self-defense (see pic. of Ann with gun). I was forced to point out that she can't be killed by bullets, not even silver ones--according to Satan.
This got me to thinking, what is The Coulter? Clearly she's not human, and apparently she's not a werewolf, so what is she? Vampire? Robot? And how could we get rid of her?
Just pray to whatever you worship that she doesn't open those shapeless stick legs!
Well, I'm back from cleaning Hell's litter boxes. It was . . . the stench . . . the mess . . . THE HORROR! Let us never speak of it again. However, for those of you who would like to turn your lives over to Satan, but are saddened by the thought of all the little kitty cats in hell, don't worry: the cats love it. Hell is very warm, and it amuses them to rub against all the ailurophobes and people with allergies.
After I returned, Satan kindly alerted me to a newspaper advertisement for a gun show. The ad. tickled Satan for several reasons. For one thing, "collectibles" was twice spelled "collectables." All right, technically "collectable" is an acceptable variant, but not to Satan. Not many people know that the Knight of Knaughtiness is a stickler over spelling, grammar and punctuation. In fact, contrary to what Dante says, the eighth circle of hell is devoted to sentence diagramming.
What is really delightful about the ad., though, is the variety of deadly weapons available. Remember, guns don't kill people, unless you use them correctly. Here's a little tip on using them correctly: point and shoot. But wait, there's more: not only can you buy guns, ammo, scopes, reloading supplies and, for some reason, coins (I guess if you sharpened them, you could hurt someone with them), you can get your knives sharpened! In other words, no matter what draconian laws our bleeding-heart liberal legislators pass (their hearts aren't bleeding enough, am I right or am I right?), you can still walk out of there with a murder weapon. You're all set to kill!
I know what you're thinking, "Damn, I'd love to get an uzi, but money's really tight after the holidays." Don't worry, you don't need a fancy assault weapon: weapons are all around you. Try a nice, big rock or a pointed stick. Common household items and the products of nature will work a treat.
And Iowans, I can't emphasize enough that the destruction of the world is in your pasty white hands: vote Huckabee at your freaky weird caucuses!
BOW DOWN BEFORE ME, WORMS! The slime, Lucian, has displeased me; consequently I have punished him by making him clean all of hell's litter boxes. I have realized, though, that while he is hip-deep in the Detritus of the Damned no one is spreading my message. Except my Chosen One, Mike Huckabee, of course.
So, my quivering maggots, you have been celebrating your holidays. How many Deadly Sins have you committed? I'll assume you have committed gluttony and pass on. After stuffing yourself into a near-coma with sugary treats, how long did it take you to move any part of your body beside your bowels? Ah, poor slothful darling!
How eagerly did you tear open your presents to get to your i-pods? Greed my crawling minions. Were you just a little piqued when you realized that Cousin Jeoffrey had received an i-phone. Tut, tut, that's envy.
Did you want to scream when Great-Aunt Myrtle got tipsy on eggnog and started singing inappropriate songs? Oh, dearie me, that's wrath.
Were you guilty of lust? Are you male? How about female? Mmmm? Hasn't Cousin Becky (or Biff) grown since last year? My, doesn't your sister-in-law look good since she lost the baby weight?
Were your proud? Are you human? I can't imagine why you little slugs would be proud, but you always are, in your nasty little hearts.
Oh, I know, when you wake up hung-over on New Year's Day, you'll make a little list of resolutions and you'll promise to be better, but it won't last: it never does. Give up now, my creatures; give yourselves to me and Vote Huckabee.
You know it's going to be a good day for devil-worship when you wake up, look at the news and see that Santa has been crucified.
It's supposed to be some sort of protest against the commercialization of Christmas (the guy's Xmas cards say, "Santa died for your MasterCard") but it's the (evil) spirit of the thing that just tickles me so much.
So, I decided to do a little experiment: I Googled "santa crucified." First of all, when I began typing in Firefox's toolbar's Google search, I was presented with the option "santa crucified" by the time I got to "santa cr." My computer knows me so well. Anyway, I came up with 537 hits. When I removed the quotation marks, I got over 400,000 hits. So I thought I would share the Satanic joy of Christmas with the rest of you.
Here's a guy who crucified Santa, again using the excuse of a high-minded protest against commercialism:
Artist Jimmy Wright (how many great artists are named "Jimmy" or "Billy"?) says:
I don't know how it came into my mind but I thought I'm going to take Santa Claus and I'm going to crucify him.
I think we all know how it came into his mind, don't we? And his neighbors see it too:
I think it's an evil way. Kids see things like that and children — they see that on the front page — I think that's terrible.
Well put, anonymous, semi-coherent woman.
Finally, I'd like to leave you with an image that can't fail to give all good Satanists the warm-fuzzies during this holiday season:
For those of you who have been thinking, "Well, sure, Satanism sounds like fun and I like Huckabee just fine, but I just couldn't spend eternity in hell with Ann Coulter. One lifetime on the same planet is more than enough." Don't worry. Satan assured me she will be in solitary. Even Satan can't take that shrill psycho-whore (I apologize to any shrill psycho-whores who may, understandably, be offended by the comparison, like, say, Michelle Malkin).
Recently, the Abominable Ann has been badmouthing the Huckahoney. Apparently, she believes he's giving religious intolerance a bad name. In her latest screed, she asserts that Huckabee is the darling of godless left (and not just us Satanists):
As far as I can tell, it's mostly secular liberals swooning over Huckabee. Liberals adore Huckabee because he fits their image of what an evangelical should be: stupid and easily led.
Well, yeah, or loud-mouthed and so deeply dishonest that it brings a blush to the already red face of the Lord of Lies.
Ann's grinding her vaginal fangs because Huckabee suggested he didn't want to overturn mainstream science entirely:
Asked on CNN's "Larry King Live" Monday night about his beliefs on evolution, Huckabee rushed to assure King that he has no interest in altering textbooks that foist this fraud on innocent schoolchildren.
She then asks the burning question:
What other discredited mystery religions -- as mathematician David Berlinski calls Darwinism -- does Huckabee want to teach children? Sorcery? Phrenology? Alchemy?
The science of Intelligent Design, perhaps?
What's really got her studded knickers in a twist, though, is that ol' Mike just doesn't hate homosexuality enough.
Huckabee insults gays by pointlessly citing the Bible's rather pointed remarks about sodomy --
The bastard--wait, what?
And yet, Huckabee has said he agrees with the Supreme Court's lunatic opinion that sodomy is a constitutional right.
Oh, I see.
Justice Antonin Scalia wrote a spirited dissent in Lawrence, joined by Justices William Rehnquistand Clarence Thomas, raising the somewhat embarrassing point that homosexual sodomy is not technically mentioned in the Constitution. Otherwise, our Founding Fathers would have been our "Founding Life Partners."
Awww, isn't that cute? She made a funny. Now, I'm no lawyer like Ann (though I hear she'll have company in hell), but I had an inkling that Missionary Position "is not technically mentioned in the Constitution." If a state passed a law against it, however, well, we might not have Founding Fathers at all.
Thinking about Ann is making even Satan a bit bilious. Try to think of happier thoughts, like, I don't know, exploding baby bunnies or something.
I'm always excited when I discover Satan has sent me an email, especially a humorous video (his email is satan666@satancorp.com. Don't send him spam, though. SERIOUSLY, not if you like singe-free sexual organs). I had planned to get to this diabolic gag reel sooner, but Satan punished me for not replying instantaneously that I was ROFLMAO by smiting me with a piercing migraine (and I really mean "piercing"). Then he punished me for delaying my post by sending a migraine that is both piercing and burning. So I figured I better get on with it, but you'll forgive me if my typing becomes erratic and I suddenly sodjfalenga;pdsjz;sldngfaoiwprgbvoawefmn. Xos;asfnwernga;joasdj!
Sorry, that wasn't the migraine; I was typing in tongues (damned evangelicals think they invented everything).
I know you're probably asking, "Hey, Lucian, why is Satan so pleased by such a touching, devout and earnest Christmas message? Doesn't he play for the other team?" Well, here's the thing, whenever Satan sniffs out any attempt to step on the Constitution, limit civil rights, or establish a theocracy (aka, Diabolocracy) he feels a tingle in his naughty bits. And ALL Satan's bits are naughty. I just got a tingle in my naughty bits thinking about him tingling.
Also, Satan finds it hilarious that Bill Donohue of the Catholic League was offended by The Huckster's religiosity. Unintentional irony is Satan's favorite form of humor (well, that and Benny Hill slapstick). He was so amused by the falling out of two such hypocritical zealots that he accidentally set the Eisenhower Building on fire with his laughter (well, I say accidentally...).
Huckabunny's ad. was discussed this morning on The View. Satan loves to watch The View while he's drinking his morning cup of brimstone. Several of the ladies seemed to think that the magical floating cross was an accident. Clearly, it is a bookcase behind him. That's as may be, but one assumes that someone from the campaign actually looked at the ad. before it aired. Surely those people could see what everyone else can see. Anyway, the cross is pretty incidental. The piece is overtly Christian. Whoopi Goldberg saw nothing wrong with it. She said (and I paraphrase): "He said 'Merry Christmas.' Well, it's Christmas. He mentioned Christ's birth; well it's his birthday." Yes, Whoopi, and it's also a political ad.!
Well, I'll just leave you with these words of wickedness: asmndfvo;dsjvlaengfomnv;zsdfjzng;aovjbzshjnpvmz;dsofjgpaedrmgpdjgsengojgvsenrdfgjono;aw sdno;sdmnvdsjfvonv;iodfnvg;sofjnvgo;ijg!!!!
It's a fair question. Mitt may not have offered a dog as a sacrifice to the Bad Goatherd, but he strapped one to the roof of his car. Surely that counts for something. Plus, he has televangelist hair.
And Satan loves televangelists, All the televangelists of the world. Be they white, white, white, or white, They are naughty in his sight. Satan loves the televangelists of the world.
Just think of Jim Bakker, Jimmy Swaggart, Jerry Falwell, Oral Roberts, Ted Haggard. They're all precious to Satan. (Trade secret: they all use Satan brand hairspray: it binds the hair and the soul).
And Mitt has other things going for him, as well. For instance, there is his ability to strongly believe and support whatever his prospective voters are likely to believe and support, even if that means changing his deeply held beliefs every few years.
On the other hand, that wacky Mormon belief that Lucifer and Jesus are brothers really pisses off the Monarch of Mendacity: he's very picky about the company he keeps.
But remember, Satan can put money on more than one horse. Unlike God. When God gives his word to one candidate, he has to stick with it. God talks to George W. Bush, Mike Huckabee, Pat Robertson, Oral Roberts and many others. Funny thing, he doesn't tell them the same thing. Must be that terrible speech impediment he has. He does pick sides, though. Apparently, he always chooses the winning side in football; at least, the players always give him credit (odd, though, that he doesn't always choose the Saints). And just look at some of the Grammy winners he's chosen. Jeepers.
Here's a simple quiz to help you find out if you're a sinner:
Question 1. Are you breathing?
If you answered "yes," Congratulations, You Are a SINNER!!!
Oh, I know what you're thinking, "But, Lucian, why should I believe you? Aren't you an emissary of the Emperor of Emptiness? And don't you support Huckabee?"
Well, sure, but you don't have to take my word for it. It's in That Book: "If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us" (1John 1:18, KJV--Hell, yes, the devil can quote scripture!). Don't trust the Word of God? Well, I don't blame you, but for another perspective (okay, the same perspective), here's what a good Christian has to say: "Pride is a sin in its self. None of us are perfect, righteous, or sinless."
So, you're a sinner. What are you going to do about it? Here's what Douglas V. Gibbs at carriedbychrist.blogspot.com suggests:
Pride is a sin in its self. None of us are perfect, righteous, or sinless. When we received Christ, however, we were no longer under the control of sin. We became new creations in Christ. We still struggle with the temptation of sin, and it is only human to have lapses. In fact, Scripture clearly teaches that we will sin even after our conversion. But the difference is, as a Christian when we sin we feel shame, and work to correct ourselves. We desire to please Him. Those lost without Christ do not feel what we feel. They sin habitually, persistently and continually. True conversion, accompanied with true faith, results in good fruit. We are not saved by our works, but surely our works should reflect our salvation. And through it all, our pride should melt away, and humility ought to replace it.
It is easy for us to sin. Every time we obey God and resist sin, our new nature in Him builds itself stronger.
Well, sure, you can repent, confess, promise to do better, but you're just going to sin again anyway. Almost immediately. And you're probably going to commit the same sins over and over. You might not always even know that you're sinning. Do you know exactly what God does and does not consider a sin? You do?
And what about those sins that you know are sins, but you really don't feel all that bad about? You know the ones I mean.
So, you could repent, confess, do penance, promise to sin no more, or engage in an act of ritualized cannibalism/vampirism, but you're just gonna keep on a-sinnin'. So, why not just give up now? Embrace the sin. It's freeing. Your cares will melt away. Along with your soul and your conscience, the pesky, worthless little buggers. Join the Poobah of Putrescence.
And remember, vote Huckabee, demon tested; devil approved.
I was surprised myself. When Satan came to me and said, "Hey, Lucian, I like Mike." I said, "What, are you crazy, Lucifer?" He punished me quite severely for some time for my lack of respect. When I recovered the power of speech, I asked, "But, your Naughtiness, isn't Huckabee on the other side? Please don't hurt me again!"
Did I mention Satan talks to me? I suppose I should have explained that. You know that drivel God reveals to Pat Robertson? Well, it's a lot like that, except Satan's track record is a lot better.
What many people don't understand is that Satan loves this country, and by "this country," of course I mean the Republican Party. Satan always says, "There's no party like the Republican Party." Satan's a lot funnier than most people give him credit for.
"Lucian, my loathsome minion," said Satan, "of course Huckabee is one of mine. Do you believe he lost all that weight without my assistance? In return I convinced him to pardon all those prisoners."
Satan then blinded me for daring to verify His Word.
After I'd groveled for a bit, Satan deigned to explain further: "Vile Lucian, was it not clear that Huckabee was Mine Own Anointed when his son hanged a dog at a Boy Scout camp? That dog was a sacrifice unto me. Did you not find it odd that no charges were ever filed?"
(Not that the devil doesn't like dogs; he has a fine team of Hell Hounds)
You see, it's all so clear really. How could a man named Huckabee NOT be flour in the Devil's Food Cake of life?
Hi! I'm Lucian Ba'al Helzapoppin, the Pat Robertson of Devil Worship. I accepted Lucifer as my personal Destroyer many years ago, and since then, I have had a close relationship with the Dark Master, may his name bring destruction. But I'm not here to talk about me. No, I want to tell you about Satan's Own Choice for President: Mike Huckabee. So, have a nice day, and keep sacrificing those babies!
Just pray to whatever you worship that she doesn't open those shapeless stick legs!
It's supposed to be some sort of protest against the commercialization of Christmas (the guy's Xmas cards say, "Santa died for your MasterCard") but it's the (evil) spirit of the thing that just tickles me so much.
Artist Jimmy Wright (how many great artists are named "Jimmy" or "Billy"?) says:
For those of you who have been thinking, "Well, sure, Satanism sounds like fun and I like Huckabee just fine, but I just couldn't spend eternity in hell with Ann Coulter. One lifetime on the same planet is more than enough." Don't worry. Satan assured me she will be in solitary. Even Satan can't take that shrill psycho-whore (I apologize to any shrill psycho-whores who may, understandably, be offended by the comparison, like, say, Michelle Malkin).
