Grimace wrote some checks he couldn't cash. This was the consequence. What will the Hamburglar do?
Give us the nuts or else! BOOM!

But seriously, each of us, all of us, are held hostage by the history of our tribe. We tell our stories to our children who tell them on to the grandkids, mutating along the way and this is our prison, a collection of half truths and lies.

Make no mistake - I intend to mock all religion equally, for there is no God, no Higher Being. There's just life, and death, and everything in between. I find joy in this, AND in mocking all religions as I see fit.

For this is my blog, "Redshirt's Lament".
And nothing is too dull for my wit.

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