Mar 8, 2013

C'EST LA GUERRE (80)


Mr. President of M - 1   M-17:

Your Excellency, (i.e., I) is nothing more than a naked dog and for all we know, mangy, who frequents the beaches even in the peak moments of life on the beaches. You and your also military slut, were naked when God sent to Earth, this sacred land of the Sistine Chapel of rock art, his gift of total loyalty to the human race, whose representatives we are, and nobody more than us.

We demand the delivery of the gift of the grace of God since in our static military positions close to the cemetery of Prague, which your sinner army  encroached and occupied not long ago with too few casualties, we have found the last burial and grave of the last Neanderthal, which is also a gift from God. And indeed, the found bones are large and strong. It is clear that the unified God, sends us and only for us, not only the tomb, but also its corpse properly created only for us that we know how to use and manage these things by the ignorance of the simple souls. How could it be otherwise? The last burial and the first reborn being are intimately related and we want everything.

It is not worthy of God that his gift of infinite grace is in the hands of a naked dog and as far as we know, mangy like you. If there is no unconditional delivery  (you will see if it includes your country and yourself), we will devastate the country militarily.

Somewhere on Earth, etc. etc.

Signed: His magnetic Holiness and totalitarian shareholder,the CEO . By the World Theological Corporation and Person for the adaptation and normalization of man to United faith, also in God.

Printed letterhead: for us, the first and the last word, are always the same word. And an addition by hand:with a dog like you, we are talking about clear ahead of time.

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Once I read the "document", (almost from the beginning, I've noticed a feeling of tranquility and serenity recovered, included my liver that had bolted out of control.) I raise the view toward the Minister RD that is standing  next my table. I told him:


 — Behold, dear Minister, a typical case where it was normal to kill the Messenger.

—  Maybe they count on it in their wickedness, Mr President —  Both we laughed. He said:


— The opening of the letter although incomplete and defective, is the only clear and safe data, Mr President. Everything else.... I can just say that the source and origin are authentic, from our new enemy that has come out of the first unified Council of the Holy Book and television and from all religions in this world. It is not a forgery, sir. At all.

— I know, esteemed R. Corporations and incorporations... you know. This reading has done me much good though it intended the contrary.— I told him.

— Indeed, admired Gottlieb. Of course, we have also analyzed the whole document with the hypocrisies detector. One hundred percent positive. — Said the General and Minister.

— By what I have read, they continue very impressed by the naked human body. They do not digest such thing. They also want to be so terrifying, that they cause laughter...— I said.

— Indeed, Gottlieb, they have no sense of ridicule. They are superior imbecile, from a psychiatric point of view: they only bear in mind that others be afraid. — He answered.

— Well, we'll do the following, dear R. Send a copy to the work camp, to our  theologian prisoners. And return to the sender the letter, (the charter, according them) no more. Not a word: a simple return as response. I'd also appreciate that you send a copy to me, since I must inform the superiority immediately. Or if I think of anything else on the matter, too.

— Ok, Gottlieb. This copy is for you. And it is better that I come back to the Ministry to execute your orders.— He answered.

— All right. Thank you, R.—  I told him.

And he left.

I must clarify to the reader that in general, the members of the Government can enter directly to my Office, unannounced, if my Secretary does not tell them the contrary. Gottlieb is my code name that has become usual nickname for people from more confidence.

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