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To: Druss who wrote (4995)	7/13/1998 2:48:00 AM
From: Mr.Manners	Respond to of 12754

King Druss, One of your best! A classic. Seems like I hear they were going to start a school for those village idiots but none of them could find it. And doing the next best thing decided to gamble while waiting for someone to show them the way. After losing a lot of money to each other, the illusion of there actually being a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow disappeared. Someone named Klaatu came along and said Have you heard of the market? It is a marvellous place for making money by only talking about it. Your stock does not have to have any merit of its own. The dummies got all excited and knew they would invest. Klaatu couldn't believe it when they just threw all their money at him. But as luck would have it a train going by drowned out a few of his words. What he said was: Invest it in something you know about, idiots! What they heard was: Invest it in... Edi Ot. So they did, and when they all bought at the same time the stock of course rose in price. They congratulated each other on a wise decision. But as in all other ventures some idiots believed themselves smarter than the other idiots, so they sold. As the stock began to fall back to earth and farther, there was a great dismay. And being chuckleheads they blamed each other in the most vile, thoughtless and moronic langauge they had ever heard before. When someone honorable came along and said, 'hey, wake up, this stock sucks, boys and girls' they went berserk and attempted to undermine the reputation and character of anyone daring to not say the Big Yes. Being total morons they no longer blamed each other but decided that if they moved to another site, since only the Morons (an ancient and persistent tribe who only procreate within the confines of their own devices - and to such an extent that Moronia is fast threatening to outstrip many other religions) were there, that everything would once more be agreeable and the money would flow again. The only problem was that their leaders, Dickihead, k-k-k-k-ken m., Dark Bile, booby (the tail-wagging mascrotch), and Colon, appeared to be always on the verge of extinction - if not outright vanishing. They asked the one remaining what to do - and only because he was also of their tribe (no outsiders allowed, you know). He said, 'They're all a bunch of liars, idiots, and incompetent clowns. I ought to know.' When an outsider, hearing of this, asked him why he ought to know, he replied,' You are Evil. You are in league with the (shudder) Shorts. You believe foreigners. You will not eat our crap and tell us it is as good as the day is long. You are the one who has caused this.' As he said this The Turbot charged after the outsider with such intensity that he threw himself off the cliff he had been standing on all along. There was a mighty roar from the Morons as to who would be the next furhrer. Failing to decide, it came about that their purpose would be to chase down any and all strangers - utilizing the standard venomous non-sensical bile. Turbot had said it best. 'If we don't understand it, how they hell will they? We will bury them!' Theeir actions were a magnificent idiotic demonstration that still continues on the sub-planes of reality where the Moronic Inferno burns its 25 watt brightest.