You imaginethat your cattle are still sacredWhen nothing is sacredYou've seen to thatFashionable fetishists on paradefor ersatz adorationfor provoking scornVeils and garters emptysuggest nothingLips are moving, speaking in tonguesThey recite volumesand make not a soundIn silenceone word of truth is thunder
Hope forsakenyour heroes tagged outThe angst still your anthemin every square yard of inkThe warm fuzzy of momentary relevancea well gone drySo you gather to causes and justice campaignsYour public atonementfor sins not yet committedYour conformist rebellionanother blind hole to exploitAnti-hero messiahs always disappointAngels and demons fervently deniedSee through yourself as othersthe Devil in your reflection
Vile and pernicious, that slime from the videoCritical mass in a time lapseturned to gas inflating bladdersSeams splitting and the filth ensuesThe tidal sewage risinginfecting every poreA frog parade in a microwavea coming attraction near youWatch the fools rushwhere angels fear treadToo late to knowthey'd be better off deadAll the gales of nothingwon't extinguish the flameWe'll all have a good laughas it burns to the ground
Greetings Comrades! Welcome to 2021! I trust you are all enjoying the glorious liberation? You had better answer yes if you know what’s good for you. ALL HAIL DEAR COMRADE LEADER, CHAIRMAN JO BI DENG!
It has been some time since I have been in touch with the Inn. Despite all of it’s trials and tribulations 2020 was a year that yielded a spectacular harvest. This is fortuitous, as business is currently brisk. So dear readers, though my absence from these pages has been long, I will not bore you with the details of how I spent 2020. You have by this time no doubt heard ample tales of woe from the age of the great pandemic. My tale would add nothing: I just remained busy. Now that Chairman Jo Bi Deng is leading the Great Liberation we must all look forward to brighter days ahead under His Benevolent Guidance.
I, Carlton Milhouse, do also wish to find unity and heal the divide that has torn this nation. In solidarity of spirit with our People’s Republic and the benign vision of Chairman Bi Deng, I do solemnly swear that the grow operations of Milhouse Farms will in 2021 cease all production of indica. We at Milhouse Farms believe that the most responsible thing that we may do for the success of Chairman Bi Deng’s first Five Year Plan is to dedicate our 2021 grow season to 100% sativa strains. As legalization grows all across this nation it is important that we do not again grow complacent to the insidious threat that still lives in our midst. As for other growers we will judge not for whatever course they may take, but at Milhouse Farms we are pledged to introducing just the right amount of paranoia to inspire the vigilance required to guard against the lingering threat of Trumpism. It is our patriotic duty. And it is just the right thing to do.
Of course at Millhouse Farms we have prided ourselves in being on the cutting edge of artisanal marijuana cultivation since 2006. We have always attempted to remain ahead of the curve and to that end we were able to begin with some laboratory prototypes in late summer 2020. By segregating a rogue strain of our proprietary blend Presidential Cheese (cannabis rex), cultivated in soil exclusively from Wuhan province and watered with a .5% adrenochrome solution, we are proud to announce the successful creation of our 2021 sativa: The Chairman’s Choice (sativus rex pupa).
We will be hosting a smokedown premiere event for the first public distribution of The Chairman’s Choice at the 4th Annual Hilltop Groundhog Lasagna Festival, to be held at the Confederate Cemetery on Sullivant Ave. on 2 February. The Festival opening ceremonies are slated for 4:20 AM.
Oh! I am also reminded that this year there is the first ever Groundhog Lasagna Queen Parade, honoring the 2021 title holder Ms. Karen Cox-Zucker of South Eureka.
Okay. That’s all I got for ya sports fans. We’ll be in touch again some time before our Groundhog Day event. Until then, Blaze on Bi Deng!
Now is the time to heal. Our Dear Comrade Leader is a healing figure. We must trust Him. We of the glorious People’s Administrative State of DC are calling on all LOYAL subjects to come and drink freely from His font of truth and freedom. Come and join in our journey to a glorious new and woke People’s Republic.
In this time of healing and unity Dear Comrade Leader calls upon us to show compassion and mercy to those whose eyes have yet been opened to the truth of Woke. All true acts of charity are anonymous. When you report them no one need ever know that this was your act of charity. And if they return from the re-education camps you can tell them then, if you wish. They will be thankful.
Now that we have all had twenty-four hours to get acquainted, let’s get down to business, shall we? Dear Comrade Leader gently suggests that you all lay upon your sides. He would prefer that it should be your left side, but whichever is comfortable for you. Whether right or left, laying upon your side will most relax the rectum. We shall then proceed with what we call “gaping therapy”, whereby the anus will be progressively stretched by a series of graduated butt plugs. This is a process which typically requires 14 to 30 days; in some rare instances longer.
In the event that Dear Comrade Leader should sniff your hair please do not grow alarmed. This only means that your are among His most beloved. Blessed are those who are sniffed by Dear Comrade Leader or any of the Revered and most Holy Bi Deng clan.
As you are nearing the end of this process, comrade, you will be visited by the local DHS Kommissar. After your anus has been thoroughly inspected the Kommissar will either issue a certificate for full insertion, or recommend further gaping therapy. We realize that this will be uncomfortable for most of you. Perhaps even painful for some. We don’t care. You do not get to take it up the ass with the dick that you choose. You take it up the ass with the dick you are given. By April you will all be amazed how much you can take up your ass. Even without lube.