From Europhobia:
I tell you what, if this is an “Islamic” terrorist attack, they’re doing a piss-poor job. The pubs are all packed out, people sipping their pints happily, all a tad pissed off, but basically fine with it. Nice one, Al Quaeda – you profess to be from a teetotal religion, and you’ve given the pub trade a massive mid-week boost.
Hat tip: Andrew Sullivan who has a lot on British reactions.
Al Quaeda, helping British economy, one bomb at a time.
Amongst the greatest assets that the British have given to MOST of their colonies is that certain, distinct surliness. This is true for most of America, which was so surly, it revolted. Of course, some people nowadays don’t have this asset, and thus become whinging liberals.
To those who died today, I pray for you.
To our English friends who live, I drink to you.
To those filthy pig-buggerers who scream for jihad, I can only hope to offer supersonic lead.
It’ll be a Guinness weekend.
One other thing that was amazing was that all the markets closed in the green. When the WTC went down, they all plummeted, but this time, it took a dip, recovered later in the day, and ended on an up swing. So the terrorists helped local business in London AND helped the entire western world make more money off of the stock market.
I am Penumbra, the orrigonal beetnick from batonRouge, LA. I am an ecentric dyslexic “wierdo”. Otherwise I’m a pretty good guy. I would like to expose the corrupion in Wal Mart….I used to work there. I got “layed off” from Wal mart because I have a criminal record.
I am an unregestered sex offender. To be honist, yhe first time I had sex with a 15 YR. old girl….I thought at that time I was dating a 19 yr. old girl well, to make a long story short, I got cought. I spent 7 months In jail.
After I was released from jail, I spent 5 months at a “rescue mission”. A non-prof.(supposidly) org. the place was run by a guy who likes to call himself “Rev.”. He was a child mulester (among other things), anyway I reported his ass And noe he’s doing something elce. Last I herd He’s liveing in shrevport LA. he may have moved by now for all I know. anyway, I left there and now I live some whare in the South.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I got a job @ Walmart. I worked there aprox. 9 mounths. All was good until one day I was called into an office. I sat doun w/ this guy in walmart’s office. I was told that I needed to fill ought a form stateing my criminal record. I told them “no…I’m not gonna sign any leagal document without conusulting an aterny.” well, I got fiered anyway…..to make a long story short agin, I thought I was going to go to jail because keeping a job was a condition of my porole. I Got stressed ought to say the least! I had a cort date comming up & I was sure that I was going to prison. You can understad…..
I was pretty stressed out! I didn’t want to turn out my cell-mate’s boy-toy!
So, what would you do? Me, I tryed to kill myself. somehow I survived….I didn’t go to jail….my judge had compasion for me and gave me a 2’nd chance. I want to make the world a better place. Destroy walmart (within the law) no vilence, no guns, no anything except karmic energy….I put a curse on walmart, the walten family. the LA state aturny gen.& prettymutch everyone who hurt me. Gues what…it worked! read the papers….this is all my doing….but i did it within the law! How do you like them apples?
Curse Sam Walten, curse the Walten family, curse China, curse Alkida, curse George W. Bush!!!! Alah can suck my balls, and Mohamed is his pemp. God bless U.S.! God bless the rightious! God bless all those who sand up lift up there voces with one sound…”death to the corruption in our gov.! State, local, fedral, you name it…it’s time for all of us to stand together and bring about change! No vilence, no bombs, no wepons of mass disturctin; Let peace prevail. Let the rigtious sand fast hand-in-hand with one loud voice! let us all reclame our rights & DO w/ is right!!!! As it is writen let it be so! peace out. This is the mission statement of the original Penumbra, the eccentric beetnick in B.R.
guess what chuck? You just got f***ed!
You know who you are your name’s Bruce C. Your a millionare (Among other things.) You own a busness called “OFF THE HOOK INC.” You got ritch by stealing my ideas….namely a safty sivice for handguns, and now a.t.v.’s. See, I know your Sister’s youngest son (Mat C.), indeed, I know him all-to-well…he was my weed dealer. Anyway, years ago I conceved an idea fo a safty divice for handguns. this idea was intended to be used ONLY by law enforcement….not the gen. publick. To simplafy a long story, I got high on some reefer w/ M.C. and told him all about my idea. He thought it was great. the conversation moved on to other topics as stoner conversations often do.
Little did I know that M.C. would mention MY idea to Bruce C. who would patten MY DAMN INVENTION!!!! B.C. COULDN’T CONCEVE A NEW SHAPE FOR TURDS IF HIS LIFE DEPENDED ON IT!!!! Shit happens and it always smells the same. your full of shit Bruce C. & now the whole wold’s gonna know about it. B.C. speends his time gitting drunk off gin and marijuana, (pills too if there’s any around.) B.C. likes to git drunk off his ass and ride 4-whealers, beat up horses, and if the mood is right: have sex w/ his animals!!! (not kidding!) B.C. was drunk as usual one fine day, he had weed, xzanex, & pain pills on his person while he got the bright idea to hop on his 4-whealer and drive up to a local convienance store, a cop pulled him over…let him go….& the stupid-ass decides to make ANOTHER attempt to buy more beer! It’s not eaven night yet!!! Guess what chuck? You got f***ed! the same cop who pulled him over only moments ago sees him on the same street, on the same 4-wheeler, with the same drugs in his pockit!!!! This time Mr. Brain-head get’s his ass arrested…too bad…that’s all we need:
another piss-ass drunken red-neck rudeing an A.T.V. UP AND DOUN THE VERY SAME STREET I HAPPEN TO LIVE ON!!! HA! HA! GUESS WHAT CHUCK? YOU GOT F***ED! Oh, but my story isn’t over quite yet. There’s still more…
B.C. has fractured ribs….wanna know why? because he was as drunk as an Irish sailer on payday. (He has a registered race horse named H.) Drunken Bruce decides he’s gonna take H. for a ride. Big mistake…horses are intellagent critters…they know one person from another. This horse HATES Bruce! And for a good reason….the drunk basterd likes to poke the poor horse with a cattle prod. He told me he once incerted a cattel prod up the poor horse’s anis! (not to mention the other bizare things he likes to do, like giveing dope to his critters just to see w/ will hapen. He’s a sick sadistic person. And how do I know all this? I worked for B.C. (off the books of corse!) why pay taxes if you don’t have too. (I used some of the money I earned to buy a rare chinese silk ($300.00)painting….there’s no possible whay I could afford to do that without Bruce’s help. Thanks, you nutcace.) Hmmm….what’s that got to do w/ anything? everything! Mr. Bruce hiered me. (actually, his gf, “Candy” did the hiering.) He hiered me to work with his horses one cow, and one perret named “Pablo”. I have a reputatin for being good w/ animals. My grandfather was a horsewisperer (no shitting) and 1/2 Cheyanne native American. Anyway, he musta passed on that trate to me…I can train horses too. I’m damn good @ it actually. I’ts something I really enjoy doing; taking care of animals. aneyway, to circomvent another long-ass story….”H”. the race horce liked me but hated B.C.’s guts. Understandable I suppose. B.C. told me one night after I was done tending to his animals, that I was no longer needed as a horse trainer. He said: & I quote: “You can’t ride my horses anymore; If they like you more than they like me they’ll kick me.” Well DUGH!!!! A GREAT INVENTER LIKE YOU FIGURED THAT OUT ALL BY YOUSELF. WOW! Here’s an idea Bruce: don’t git piss-ass drunk and beat up your horses, don’t stick cattle prods up there rectums, & and for God’s sake man, quit giveing them drugs!!! So, why did B.C. fier me? Good ?….one fine day I tended to the animals as usual, & I decided to hang out w/ my boss after houers. After all, it was the weekend & Bruce was sloshed all day that day anyway so I figured as soon as my work was finihed…I’de have a glass or 2 of wine and smoke a few of my herbal cigerets (tobacco, mugwort, opium lettice and a few other herbs.) perfictly leagle but it won’t git you high…I just love the taste of my smoking blend….I call it “MugWeed”. (I’m thinking of selling this product…any buyers?) Anyway, it looks a lot like marijuana, and smells alot like it to w/ lit. ppl. w/ don’t smoke pot too often can git confused. Candy, B.C.’s gf saw me rolling yp my MugWeed and accused me of smoking a joint…I told her: “No way, it’s perfictly leagal. I buy my herbs in tobacco shops…and I blend them together in my coffey grinder. Taste’s good, smells good, feals good. That’s my MugWeed for ya…’till they leagalize real pot it’s all I’ll smoke from now on. Well, just a day before, Bruce was passed ought in a drunken stuper as usual and Candy being the hoe that she is gave me a blow job…it really wasn’t that good of a head job but what could I say…she didn’t charge me! I guess she felt guilty for w/ she did and needed an excuse to git rid of me. (this is exactally 3 days AFTER I smaoke my MugWeed!!!!!!) I was told by a thired person (Grant, who I also smoked with me MugWeed & real pot.) An empoyee of Bruce’s for over 12 yr’s that: “my surveses were no longer needed. “why” I asked. “because you offered weed to Bruce C.”…What the hell??? If I did have pot guess where I got it frome: you guessed it. Mat C. who lives w/ his mother off wellfair (SSI)cecks and uses that gove. $ to buy grow, & sell marijuana!!! the plants that I had been smokeing all these years were being grown right doun the very same street I live on!!! Tell me there is no God! “The fool hath said in his heart: [There is no god].” every thing in the universe works in cycles…good/bad karma will follow you. this is a cause and affect universe we live in. Every action has an equal and obisit reaction….this is fact! not faith. Imperical data. It is logical, it makes perfict sence. good and evil will always appose eachother. light and dark will always seek out balence. the perfict ballence of positve/negitive energy, the yin-yang is a penumbra. I am the penumbra. you too can become as I am, and together we can change the world! No more George W. Bush, no more war with islom, no more stupid laws like illegillization of natural plant& plant substaces, no more corrupt muney hungry carrier Gov. officials, no homeland security, no emmanit domane, Impose imbargos on ALL nations that f*** U.S.over & for Christ’s sake: SLOP LETTING NO-ENGLISH-SPEAKING PEOPLE FROME COMMING HERE!!!!! Down w/ WalMart, let there be a laber union organized for ALL WALMART ass. full-time/partime, disabled/healthy, ritch/poor, young/old, male/female…all disirve health benifits…I don’t care If they just started working there yesteday! It’s time corperations like the Walten empire stop shitting on the little guy. Babalon fell,Greece fell, Troy fell, Rome fell, & now Walten family it’s your turn. AS IT IS WIRITTEN LET IT BE SO! LONG LIVE THE SMALL BUSNESSMAN, AS IT IS WRITTEN, LET IT BE SO! FORGEN
PARICITES GO HOME! AS IT IS WRITEN LET IT BE SO! tHIS IS THE PENUMBRA STEPPING OFF HIS SOAPBOX. Peace out & happyness.
Go to blockbuster video and rent “THE SALTEN SEA” on VIDEO or DVD then you’ll unsertand about me….project “DRUG MONKEY” IS OFFICALLY OVER. MY MISSION IS COMPLETE. PENUMBRA.
dON’T RIP OFF MY IDEAS OR I’LL PUT A HEX ON YOU TOO. HAVE A NICE LIFE. Penumbra. (A.R.S.) that’s me, the eccentric dyslexic beetnick fom BatonRouge, wether you like me or not, your still gonna entertain my ass! Oh and another thing, eaven while on drugs I’m still a time and 1/2 smarter than you. if ya don’t like it suck my dick or lick your clit…I don’t give a shit.
F*** all y’all republican giant duche self-rightios hippacrit pharatcys& f*** all ya’ll turd sandwitch libril dumbasscrats. f*** the republicans and sinners! long live Green party. long live N.O.R.M.A.L, AND LONG LIVE NUTE MY MAIN MAN, MAY WE ALL CALL HIM PRESADENT SOME DAY AMEN! empeach Georgy boy!!!
as it is written, let it be so!
It’s me, the bead reader: Penumbra. I realize a lota ppl ought ther don’t like my a$$. well to alla those I’de like to say: “Kiss my A$$. iF YA DON’T LIKE THE WORDS COMMING OUTA MY MOUTH TOO BAD…IN THE IMMORTAL WORDS OF RED FORMAN: “WHEN I DIE BEARY ME UPSIDE DOWN, SO EVERYONE WHO DOSN’T LIKE ME CAN KISS MY A$$. SMOKE GRASS & RELAX. LEARN TO USE YOUR BRAIN THE PROPER WAY: LET COMMON SENCE PREVAIL!!! DO YOU SMOKE MARIJUANNA? IF SO I THINK YOU’LL FIND THE FOLOWING STATEMENTS VERRY INTERESTING. I’M SICK & TIERD OF DRUG VOLTURES….YA KNOW W/ I MEAN: PPL WHO ONLY LIKE YOU W/ THEIR SMOKING YOUR POT. W/ YOU RUN OUT, ALL YOUR FRINDS BECOME UNAVAILABLE. HMMM. I WONDER WHY? COULD IT BE THAT THE ADVREDGE DRUG-HEAD HIPPY IS AN CANABALISTIC PSICHOTOPIC NARCOTICS PARISITE!!!!! DEATH TO THE LEACHES!!! DOUN WITH THE WORTHLESS SLOTHS!!! I HAVE A NAME FOR THEM: “SKINJAKITS”…THAT’S MY PERSONAL NAME FOR ‘EM…MY IDEA….WHOEVER STOLE IT FROM ME: “FUDGE YOURSELF” I DISURVE THOSE ROYALTYS. I’M SICK & TIERED OF MINDLESS SKINJACKET WEED ZOMBIES/MONKEYS! LEAVE ME ALONE! NOW THAT I CHUSE NOT TO DO DRUGS W/ YOU, YOU DON’T LIKE ME ANEYMORE…WELL LA-DE-DA!!!!I COULDEN’T CARE LESS IF YA LIKE ME OR NOT. ALLAYALL F***’N DRUGGIES THOUGHT YA WAS USING ME…..GUESS WHAT THE OPPISIT IS TRUE….I’VE BEEN USEING YOU! SELFISH REPUGNAT IDEOTS. I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF YA LIKE ME OR NOT, YOUR STILL GONNA BE A SOURCE OF MY PERSONAL ENTERTAINMENT, YOUR SUFFERING IS FOR MY ENJOYMENT, LIKE ANTS UNDER THE LIGHT OF A MAGNAFING GLASS, I’M WATICHING YOU SQUERM TWITCH AND BURN IN THE CONSUMING FIER OF YOUR OWN CURRUPT KARMIC ENERGY. POETIC JUSTIS…RING A BELL, IF YA DON’T LIKE MY SPEACH THAN BURN IN HELL…THERE’S A SPECIAL PLACE FOR PPL LIKE YOU, DO THE THING TO DO IS REPENT, GIT BENT AND BECOME ONE WITH THE PENUMBRA!!! AS IT IS WRITTEN LET IT BE SO, AMEN!
HERE’S ANOTHER AGINDA WHILE I’M FOLLOWING TANGENTS AND RAMBLEING ON THROUGH RABBIT TRAILS (GIT IT WHITE RABBIT: HA! HA!.) ALICE IN WONDERLAND AND OTHER GOOFY DRUG TAILS/SPELLS. FEED YOUR HEAD. FEED YOUR EMPTY HEAD ON WEED INSTEAD OF X, LSD, AND METH. PCP IS FOR DWEEBS, REAL BEETNICKS STICK WITH THE ORRIGANAL WEED. INDEED, LET PSICODELICS AND PHARMAKIA BE THE SOURCE OF SOURSERY FOR THE MASSES, AS FOR ME, LET CANNABIS BE FOR THE REST OF US, WANNA GUESS WHO’S GONNA OUTLIVE THE RESTA YA? THAT’S RIGHT PENUMBRA, THE ORRIGANAL BEETNICK ALCHEMIST/SHAMANITIC TRIBAL MEDICINE MAN.!!!!!F*** THE WEED CULTURE PARASITIC SITCIETY! I’M A WIERDO? GUESS WHAT DILDO, I DANCE TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUM, THE RESTA ALLAYALL ARE ALL FRIGG’N DUMB! I’M THE PENUMBRA PIDE PIPER EVERYONE, IT’S TIME TO GATHER ALONG & LISTEN TO THIS SONG YOU MINDLESS LIMMINGS…HEAR THE LIRICS GOT THE FEALINGYOU’R NOT ALONE, STONED, CHILLED TO THE BONE, GIT W/ THE PROGRAM MAN, CAN YA UNDERSTAND? THIS IS MY MASTER PLAN: RUN RUN FAST AS YA CAN YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME; IM THE GINGERBREADMAN! PUFF THE MAJIC DRAGON LIVED BY THE SEA,& DO YA WANNA KNOW WHAT HIS REAL NAME BE? IT’S BRUCE WITH A CAPITAL “C”. SO, ROLL UP ANOTHERONE PUFF, PUFF, PASS THAT WACKY GRASS; IT’S NOW TIME TO GIT HIGH AS A KITE OFFA YOUR NATURAL A$$. SO, CASH IN YOUR STASH, YOUR HASH, YOUR GRASS; AND FOR GOD’S SAKE, DON’T WAIST IT ON LOOSERS. IT’S TIME FOR RECIPRECATION,& APPRIECIATON & PRECIPITATION OF THC…CANNABANOIDS, TANNENS, AND ALCALOIDS, SO, DO YOU’LL SEE JUST LIKE ON SESIME ST.:”IT’S FUN TO SHARE.” “& IT’S IMPALITE TO STARE. SMELL THE SMAOKE IN THE AIR…GO HOME & TOAK YOYR OWN DAMN DOPE. YA DON’T LIKE IT; COUNT ALL THA FINGERS I HAVE EXTENDED IN THE AIR…THERE’S ONLY ONE….GET THE MESSAGE, I JUST DON’T CARE!!!” PENUMBRA. AMEN.
AY NAME’S ARTHUR (PENUMBRA) SPARKMAN. FRANK J STOLE MY IDEA, MY LIFE. WELL THIS IS YOUR STIFE: EAT ASH, KISS A$SS & DIE! F*** U MOTHER F***ER. IT’S MY DAMN IDEA SHAKESPHEAR, YOU F***’N HOMOSEXUAL QUEER. GO HUNTING WITH MY GUN, HAVE FUN, WITH ANY LUCK YOU’LL SHOOT A BUCK, AND THEN YOU’LL HAVE YOURSELF A DEAR TO F***. SMILE. A LITTLE WHILE CU’Z THA’T ALL THE TIME YA GAOT LEFT….HEX….HEX…HEX…SEPPERATION OF CHURCH & ST. MASTERBATE. MAGIC IS MY LOUDED WEPEN, SO BEND OVER IT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN. ALL THIS PSICIC SHAPNAL’S GONNA EXPLODE IN YU’R RECTUM.