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Fear not ye who stare in dumbblankfacerificatio. This blasphemous affront from he with the royal nose and created royal lineage will be met with brutally harsh impunity. He will be crushed with my iron gauntlet as I mold his flacid will like a piece of wet clay.
The King’s claim to royal lineage is false and ridiculous. My children, King Stoney was once a young grasshopper in my School of Debaucherous Edification. This State sponsored program reluctantly admitted the Prince to imbue the naive Prince with the necessary rejection of extravagant material objects and extravagant g.p.a.’s . What the young Prince did not realize is that this propagandalistic program of debaucherous inundation and and murdering of reason was to weaken the privileged for our worker’s revolution. My arduous work of the last few months, day in and out, working into the wee hours of the night, was for the building of my barnesian army.
I am a man of the people. My father, a poor dirt farmer who struck oil through his rural education, rose through the ranks of the privileged like the early Blogres lineage that King Stoney claims. Abandoning me in his quest for the tainted coin, I was raised in the hardened industrial center of our land. I am a worker that will crush the priviliged and distribute their wealth to the people. Rise against your attacking tyrannical despot who rules with wild passion and uncontrolled partiality. Join the ranks of the industrialized worker. Sign up at your local Volkswagen dealer.
In my brilliant plan of genius, I paved the way to revolution through my puppet P.M. Sunburner. He is a weak man of the senses swayed toward the passion. He is a weakened by his addiction to the witch’s brew squeezed of the rotten teat. His ludicrous claim of peak conditioning and corpus care are being revealed by the pictures provided by Morel the Destoryer, a man of truth.
Taken after his royal decree last night
Suppressing the Truth
Destroyed by his Extravagance–Poisoned by Morel the Truthsayer
Let this be a lesson to all who oppose the strengthening of the Bloggerland. Sunburner is an example of any who stand in the way of our glorious revolution of the people. Treacherous lechery will be Punished!
In a predictable unexpected turn of events, P.M. Sunburner has disposed of his newly befriended assassin. In his ruthless ruthnicity, the P.M. beguiled the attacker into a partnership of death. No, not the scythe to his iron hand, the attacker became the victim of his glorious impunity. The colossal hand that now makes Blogres strong and empowered to meet the agression of any would-be agressors has come down on any who oppose it.
It seems that shortly after the Toast of Sunburnable Brotherhood the P.M. threw the attacker off of the Royal Balcony where he plummeted to the marble floor, falling to his death. The P.M.’s delight in destroying all those who oppose the Bloggerland will assure the people of his pledge to protect the people from the royal despotism with brutal force. “I will destroy all those who oppose my shepherding of the followers of the Book of Savagery”, said the P.M., “But, I will usher in a newer, stronger Iron-age in which our land is impervious to the flacid assaults of limp troglodytes.”
The P.M.’s promise of a stronger land rising from the ashes of the former King’s debaucherous disregard for public affairs was compounded by a State exposition of strength, physical prowess, and the P.M.’s superior body type. “Not only through genes, but arduously hard repetition, can you too approach my chiseled greatness. I take care of my body, I am believe in preserving the sanctimonious temple which is the human body. I am outlawing all manufacturing, sale, distribution, consumption, and even speaking of substances harmful to the realization of your goal to approach the human specimen that is me. Any caught consuming drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, or polska kielbasa will immediately be executed. Do not fear my children–I will liquidate the threats to our ever-lasting security. Everything Must Go!”
–Morel the Destoyer–
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The drama of the foreign invasion has escalated in the last few hours as P.M. Leopold Sunburner was attacked by a would-be assasin while giving his second decree.
The identity of the attacker has been revealed. In a tribute to the long forgotten fighter of injustice, El Kabong, the defiler of the sanctity of the sanctimonious new P.M., was stopped not by security, but the iron hand of Sunburner.
His foiling of the attempt was not accompanied with a bum rush of security or the summary execution as expected, but a peace offering. It seems the P.M. recognizes the assailant as the now dishonored and disgraced former American presidential candidate. Aligned closely in their political persuasion, they ironically have become great friends and confidants. A proposed consulship and extermination of the exiled King is rumored to have and still be considered.
We, the Royal Press, will continue to bring you the continued late breaking newsworthy news. Heil Sunburner.
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Similar to the blietzkreig’s lightning attack of speedy fast quickness, a foreign invader has conquered vacantly empty Blogres. The invading invaders advantageously took advantage of King Stoney’s debaucherous debauchery on a weekend retreat into the depths of the dark wooded forest of ghouls and plentiful fairy dust. The Minister of Defense, Roughty McRoughton, and his army of little green Alesman sensed the plot afoot and attempted to meet the insurgent infidels but was impeded by the River of COX’ s Dam break and flooding of the southern swamps of the South end of the Kingdom. The sole availabe resource to meet invader was the King’s Huntsman, SuitYourSelf the Busy, but the woodsman was off hunting the woods for herbs, berries, fish, and small game. Now, all that stands in the invader’s way is the Blacksmith, Twitch the White, also the Court’s Rebuter empowered solely with the title of Premier Commenter.
Travelin’ by day in their own land, the conquerors arrived in the early hours of Blogres and seized the Book of Savagery–the incredulous edict of the King and his court. With this powerful empowerment the invader gained total controlocity in the unthinking subjects longing for the gift of endowed savagery. They will now listen in dumbblankfaceirification to the holder of the Book of Savagery.
His Awesomeness, Chancellor Ixniamak, the head of the new government, has issued his first decree:
Mouth-breathing, grass smoking, wannabe Fuckenstein polska opposition like this will be eliminated:
Do not fear, my children, I will be victorious in battle
Your Loving Father and Chancellor,
We, the Royal Press, promise to bring you all the details. We hope we can bring you an exclusive of the Chancellor’s ceremonial Sulfuric Acid baby-head baptismal. We will exploit all means to bring you the most suffering, death, and destruction of any news organization.
–Morel the Destroyer–
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I’ve got one hand to type with, so it won;t be much. My one hand however will blow your proverbial loads with the profundity of my blogging wizardry. just returned from afar and am currently ‘sojourning in society’ (name that author) to the desperate delight of all you unsavage settled society sinners. in this jingle jangle morning without a tambourine i am inspired to waste more space on the blog. in my absence and natural objective disconnection combined with a previous feeling i must say we have all become lazy. we have relied on pictures to glitter our stories with extra sensory excitement. with that said, here’s some of that…
For all of us Americans. Yippee kay yay motherfuckers. oh yeah, james marshall served in the 101st till he broke his leg on a jump. Currahee! i know i celebrated in true american fashion on white man don’t pay your taxes day–i blew shit up.
p.s. i’m just going to start Dankknuggets’s weekly music video. it will however be more like whenever i get to it and i’ll prolly get tired after like three. oh, zack kim is retroactively part of this mini series, so i guess there’s one left. well, here goes…
p.s.s. just cause i’ve been out of contact for awhile– roughty, you’re a bitch. and who the hell is gn? and once again, roughty, you’re a bitch.
check below too, related but not the same.
this savage polish poet was actually introduced to me as an audio file of the following poem a couple years ago. the additional sensory excitement made it all the better, but it’s all in the word. see, we poles do know a thing or two.
Song on the end of the world
- On the day the world ends
- A bee circles a clover,
- A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.
- Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
- By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
- And the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.
- On the day the world ends
- Women walk through fields under their umbrellas
- A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
- Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
- And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
- The voice of a violin lasts in the air
- And leads into a starry night.
- And those who expected lightning and thunder
- Are disappointed.
- And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
- Do not believe it is happening now.
- As long as the sun and the moon are above,
- As long as the bumblebee visits a rose
- As long as rosy infants are born
- No one believes it is happening now.
- Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet,
- Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
- Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
- No other end of the world there will be,
- No other end of the world there will be.
- Warsaw, 1944
Copyright 1996 by Czeslaw Milosz