Resurrection

Dear purveyor of the Center of the Weird Side or whatever this blog is called,

This blog.. no.. epistle of electronic awesomeness..no.. electronic scripture.. good..but not there yet.. hol-e-book.. or whatever.. has been on and off.. like our Great Leader's penchant for butterscotch ice cream..on little children or goat nipples. Goat nipples are of course called udders.

As you can be aware such a rich epistemology or in simple layman's terms, awesomeness, cannot be unrequited for too long. Our Father figure and ass abuser (though the donkeys don't mind it so much) has decreed this morning, that this blog be resurrected.

Ha! You may say. Ha!

Resurrections is not possible. Life is a form of fire and once a fire is extinguished it cannot be reignited. It is like a flatulence that once passed cannot be recollected and liquified as cooking gas. We can assure you that this is simply not possible. We have tried.

However, sometimes a fart can be ignited. There are videos on youtube that document the same. In exactly the same way, a person can be resurrected. In exactly the same way. Like Jesus was. Or Batman after Superman allegedly killed him. Or the person who we can't name (PW2CN) will be judgement day.

Heck, everyone will be resurrected on judgement day. There's also supposed to be a lot of fire. Don't say Our Clairvoyant Casanova didn't tell you the source of all that energy.

So resurrection is like lighting a fart. That's the teaching point of this epistle of elephantine electronic empathy.

More later.. but did you know?

Pythagorus (who is said to have invented geometry) invented a religion who's central edict was not to eat beans? Some interesting explanations here. And here.

Another tenet of the religion was the belief in the transmutation of the soul, in simpler words, reincarnation. Or, in even more simple words, lighting someone else's fart.

Our Dear Leader signals his approval for this message. Sniff. Sniff. What's that smell?

An apology to Seth McFarlane

Our great Weeder is supposed to be cavorting right now with the devotees children but in his munificence would like to extend a penis felt apology to Seth McFarlane.

Not to be confused with a line of toys which our Dear Leader loves and uses to lure children to turn their backsides to him, Mr. McFarlane is an animator and creator of 'Family Guy'.

For the longest time on those evenings when the hookah has been stuffed with the finest green of Kerala it is awesome to spaz out with a few farm animals and children while watching cartoons. The young ones like them too.

Disney is just too gay these days so we turned to more adult entertainment.

It is obvious that Our dear Seeder had a major partiality to Southpark as it based around young children. Furthermore, there are scenes where hamsters are accommodated into homosexual people's poop chutes. Our Leader approved immensely. How he approved we cannot say right now as you may think it to be obscene. However, the defect is in you and not our Dear Pleader.

Southpark has conducted wars on Family Guy in particular accusing it of being written by sea animals. Immediately, we decided to start watching Family Guy as you know, we like animals. Very much.

We have concluded that the character of Stewie Griffin and Brian the dog are so brilliant that the obvious plagiarism of the Simpsons seems a lesser charge. Furthermore, the awesome manner in which the usual tropes of science fiction are manipulated within the situational context is fucking good. Fig jam. Fucking I'm Good. Just Ask Me. Fig Jam. Remember that.

Whatever happened to our favourite politician Priya Ranjan Das Munshi?

Sadly, he is deeply ill and in a coma. Luckily for us he has managed to rise to occasion by retaining his position as the President of the Indian Football Federation.

We would like to say on behalf of our Leader who approves with glazed eyes and a fall off his throne that it apt that the President of AIFF should be a man in coma. If that is symbolic of Indian sport we don't know what is.