It was just a month or two ago when I watched you squint at the tiny screen of a laptop computer in icy contemplation. It seemed to baffle you, but even if you held the knowledge of a networking saint, I doubt your unforgiving body would let it show. It was like a careful show of faith, us in you, you in computers, the Vatican in the providence of god intermingled with the ignorance of the world. Yes, perhaps you knew your way around windows, and what better of a plug for that multinational entity.
But now; now you’re deceased and stuffed, like an old gammy turkey, stood up to be viewed in the front lawn of the pontificating state. It’s sad but reassuring that another life has left the world, but I am not left hollow. Instead I wave good-bye to a frail and kindly old man that just happened to sit weakly on that throne as an enemy of free will. I salute a nation less gesture, and see him off and dearly departed, leaving perhaps for a moment open the publics mind. Will they awaken to the world they slumber through, one where god died a long time ago and left them alone to fend for themselves. See, it’s a little known fact that as god passed down the plate of free will he simultaneously brought a large caliber handgun to his temple; it was assumed universally that he didn’t have the gusto to pretend he had a choice in the matter.
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