Len, oh Len, wherefore art thou ... behold Thy People, lost in a Morass of Wandering, subjected to Invasion by Heathens worshipping the gods of Politicks, false gods be they, new and unforeseen, invented after Thy Passing, in the fourth year of our Len, on the occasion of the Fascist Oligarchs assaulting Thy Chosen People, the Softwood Lumber Producers of British Columbia ... false gods, and vile, and corrupt near unto the Pine Lobby, and confusing, and their Blasphemers do pluggeth up Thy Thread with inanities, and leadeth astray Thy People of Moronia
Thus humbly doth Thy People beseech Thee, ariseth unto our Midst, that Ye mightst in Thy Wisdom adjust the Scripture in Thy Header accordingly, and mightst perhaps smite with Thy Rod and Thy Staff these Dickheads, real good ... for Thine is the Power, and the Glory, Thy Will be done, forever and ever and until next Time, cheers |
