About Me
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PureButtertits' Oath...
With blood and rage of crimson red,
Ripped from a corpse so freshly dead,
Together with our hellish hate,
We'll burn you all--
That is your fate!
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They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father or President Truman. Decent men, who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now this whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth talkers.. and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.
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Heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
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See, there were these two guys in a Lunatic Asylum... and one night they decide they don't like living in an asylum anymore. They decide they're going to escape! So, like, they get up onto the roof and there, just across the narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moonlight... stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps across with no problem, but his friend, his friend daredn't make the leap, Y'see... y'see he's afraid of falling. So then, the first guy has an idea, he says, "Hey! I have my flashlight with me! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings and you can walk along the beam and join me!"But the second guy shakes his head. He says, "Wh-what do you think I am? CRAZY? You'd turn it off when I was half way across!"
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About Me:
On this most auspicious of nights permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. VOILA! In View a humble Vaudeville Veteran, cast Vicariously as both Victim and Villain by the Vicissitudes of fate. This Visage no mere Veneer of Vanity is a Vestige of the Vox populi now Vacant, Vanished. However, this Valorous Visitation of a bygone Vexation stands Vivified and has Vowed to Vanquish these Venal Virulent Vermin Van Guarding Vice and Vouchsafing the Violently Vicious and Voracious Violation of Volition. The only Verdict is Vengeance; a Vendetta held as a Votive not in Vain for the Value and Veracity of such shall one day Vindicate the Vigilant and the Virtuous.. ha ha ha.. Verily this Vichyssoise of Verbiage Veers most Verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me Angel Arce.
