Dulling the Pain....

…inspiration can be found in the most unpleasant of places. Somehow, I find inspiration in the handbasket that this world, and more close to home, America, is going to hell in. Now, you all know ol’ Hobbsy here LOVES his conspiracy theories. Most of em are a total crock of shite, of course, but often you can find a good chunk of reality in each one. A nice, sizeable schmere of a$sf*cking that all of us, the little people, receive on a daily basis. And the real fun about it is, you never notice how much you’re getting screwed until you start paying attention to the screwballs.

Its all about the distractions, people. I for one am as guilty as just about anyone. Slugging down a few beers every night to dull the pain of awareness, the pain in my rear-end that makes me walk as funny as Malach at a cowboy convention. The pain of awareness coupled with the inability to enact change. Mmmm, soothing distractions. Flip on the television, and it’ll all go away. Watch a bad episode of Heroes, indulge in a mediocre episode of Fringe, laugh at the abuse dished out by Gordon Ramsay. Dream of fame with the boys of Entourage. Fantasize about a whole new world by getting Lost, and a whole new enemy, with a whole new secret agenda of a$sf*cking. Now, granted, some of this content of entertainment is worthwhile, its intelligent, it makes you think. I support that, in moderation (the distractions, that is). But, as I’ve heard it somewhere before, the world is the wool pulled over our eyes, the ballgag in our mouths, and the table we’re bent over on.

Celebrity seems the best distraction of our days. Just a bunch of other people who get paid to distract us, and get paid a lot, and the next thing, we’re not obsessed with their work of distraction. Now their lives become our entertainment. Hell, they don’t even need to get paid anymore – just pick a random bunch of suckers and put their lives up for public disdain. Americans go mad for it, read their people, E, PerezHilton. Drool over the pain and dismay of others, in order to dull the pain of our own. All the while, we could be dissecting the lives of those people we ‘elected’ to run the world we live in. Put them under the microscope and really see what the hell they’re up to. See if they’re worth the money we gave them, pay them. Find out exactly how many counts of societal rape each one is guilty of.

And like I said, I’m as guilty as the next guy. I was smart, I was less distracted, I was aware. And I’ve slipped back. I get involved in political debates, and find myself feeling stupid. I don’t know as much as I used to. I haven’t paid enough attention. And I’m waking up again. The pain isn’t nearly as dulled by the beers and wine, the tv and movies. I’m getting more and more pissed off. And I think we all need to do it. Stop being distracted. And, on top of that, stop being myopic and self-involved. Dammit, we’ve got a million causes to choose from, and each cause has a million different groups working on it. And yet nothing gets solved. I think it’s time to show what a real New World Order can be. Because, I’ll tell you know, we’re getting raped again.

Which brings me to my actual point. I want to that Just Me for her post, because it woke up a part of me that’s been napping for a bit. And it reminded me of something I saw, not too long ago. And I thought, hmm, how convenient.

So, let’s talk about FEMA. As JustMe covered, FEMA has the power to take control. COMPLETE control over any domestic area where unrest is occurring. They’ve got their concentration camps already set up. They’re ready for us to go nuts. Hmmm, ready……..OK. Here’s my little nugget of news for you all.

READ THIS

This little nugget was sent to me on September 24, 2008, by one of my agents in the field, and I found it an interesting little read. For the first time since the Civil War, US Troops have been have been deployed within the US. That’s right, right here in the good ol homeland. This type of deployment has been prohibited in the US since the Civil War, and I quote: (the only exceptions being that the National Guard and Coast Guard are exempted, and use of the military on an emergency ad hoc basis is permitted, such as what happened after Hurricane Katrina). And this may not be temporary. Please, read the article. It’s a little eye opening.

Then, consider this. In just the last week or two, our financial systems have gone INSANE. Just bloody nuts. People are freaking out everywhere. Interestingly enough, we aren’t really hearing about this in the news, but people are committing suicide and murder left and right. And suddenly, a few minor articles pop up about how the financial crisis is, in fact, driving people crazy. Please, take a quick look at these two articles that came up yesterday.

On Comcast

On CNN

Those on high are beginning to wonder when this lovely powder keg of a nation is going to go pop. Now, just ponder, if you will, how convenient it is that a nice little military brigade has been deployed within the US border. How lucky it is that we have FEMA and its little camps. And start to think how much of a surprise this financial crisis was. Was it? Or, is this just another piece of the puzzle, of the plan. Is this just another fabulous example of the damnation of the people brought on by those in charge. Are we getting A$sf*cked again, against our will?

You tell me.

On the fence with chaos and anarchy

So......"just me" (that would be me) is not a conspiracy theorist. In fact, she thinks conspiracy theorists are quack jobs. But "just me" has stumbled upon something that she could not resist reading more of and what she read was right up there with Christopher's fictional masterpieces....or so she initially thought.

So what did she find? Well....aliens (called grays and reptilians), psychic warfare, brain-washing (Clockwork Orange style), the true nature of the NSA, FEMA's agenda, The NWO, The Illuminati, Satanic Worship, The dark side of the Freemasons, The truth about chom-trails, sylphs, how hydrogen peroxide can heal you, and much more.

So what's the big deal then? For those old enough to recall, it reminded me eerily of "Red Dawn vs Terminator", only in this case the enemy isn't the Soviet or the Computers but our own Government.

But what does "just me's" weird quak-job findings mean? Well, ordinarily, she'd say, "nothing". But seeing as how there were several points of interest that directly coincide with our current economic climate as well as moral decline, she's saying, "it means something".

Take the FEMA report. Apparently, over the course of several decades, FEMA has been given a great deal of authority to take over any area that is experiencing a "crisis". Most think of crisis as being a natural catastrophe, however it also includes financial upheaval, political unrest due to war and rioting for whatever reason. FEMA is also being investigated for their "black-ops missions" that include spending billions for building secret underground bunkers where supposedly select government officials would be escorted to continue their governance in the event of unrepairable damage to the current law and order. Hmmmm.....sounds like "Terminator 3" type stuff. But anyway, based upon my connection of dots, if the current US financial decline and/or disapproval of the current status of the country were to create an angry public that began an uprising against the current government system, the President has the ability to sign 10 pages that would allow FEMA to seize control of any and all parts of the US to do as they will to secure the continuance of the government and the Congress would not have the ability to change that decision or review the decision for 6 months. Do you know what can happen in 6 months?? Why does FEMA have that ability? Interesting. I thought that "the people of the US" ran the government...not the other way around.

The NWO (New World Order) - Supposedly there is this vast underground belief that the United Nations is actually working to create a "NEW WORLD ORDER". Okay...so....what? So......the problem isn't the one world order but that supposedly the New World Order works a lot like the Da Vinci Code....many layers upon layers of religious influence in the political arena to bring about the end of days. YEAH........we all need the coming of Christ to move much quicker, don't we? Oh but wait! There's more! So, in an effort to do this, the CIA is actually running drugs all over the world to create chemical dependence and confusion among the masses. There are children being abducted, tested for their psychic abilities, then traumatized and re-trained to be these unsuspecting patsies to do the bidding of the NSA. Illuminati are doing satanic rituals on young children to gain power and control. The UN and the grays are working for the reptilians in an effort to conquer the Earth based in New Mexico and Brittan.

Oh...did I mention that the reptilians are cloning people? Yeah. Cloning really important people and or shape-shifting into important people so as to pass as human and do the their own bidding. Why??? Because humans are the only sentient beings with the power to "create" utilizing the power of thought. Hmmmmmmm........

Blue bloods - People who are type O negative have some reason to be concerned. Apparently those who are Type O negative are linked genetically to a superior race of human beings that have astounding psychic and paranormal abilities. The reptilians and the UN want you!

Well.....okay......what are my thoughts on this really? After a full day of reading some of the most bizarre things ever, I felt really uneasy. It wasn't like walking through a fun house and coming out nervously (yet hilariously) shaken by the effects. No. It was like watching a snuff film for the very first time and wishing you hadn't seen that there are such terrors in the world. I pondered on it a great deal, shared my finding with a few people, and even read the Bible. I'm not comforted. Why? Because the more I researched outside of this website what was being said, the more evidence I found to substantiate what was being said; minus the info on "Project Oak Tree" and very little was confirmed for "Project Mannequin". I find little comfort because of the fact that there are many things that we don't really know or understand and that it is very easy to keep us all distracted while a select few do things we could hardly fathom. I'm not comforted because it's all right there.......in Revelations. Oh don't get me wrong...my sister touted that whole, "If you believe in Jesus, you have nothing to worry about" bit.......but uhm....what about everything leading up to that particular event? There WILL be suffering. There WILL be a war. It's not a picture that many can grasp nor ideally, WANT to grasp. Ignorance is bliss after all.

I'm on the fence folks..........I want to know if there is a person who can talk me down. I'm waiting to see if anyone responds to my putting forth information that may or may not be real. I want to push that button and see what happens....will it buzz? Will it ring? Will it doing nothing? Will the WoW be the next place for X-File fans go to get their juicy information? Will it be where the dragons (not the Draconians) unite?

Before you go to the website, take time to pray for your soul and the souls of all those who would appose the NWO. Pray that you'll be able to sleep when it's all said and done. Pray for rain and the natural balance of manna to be restored. Pray that "they" never find you.

The Real Auto C

Auto C.
Once again the Buckos have come through and revealed one of our members for who they truly are.

I received a package the other day, from a forward spy in India. It contained a picture, a news article clipping, a letter, and a flask with a cream colored fluid. Here is the picture:

The article was in Farsi, so I could no read it, but the letter that followed was more my speed:

Your eminence Malach the Merciless,
I have stumbled upon some information,
that I know, you would want a brief of, so I risked my cover, and sent this to
you straight away. You see, it is about Auto C, your favorite Indian
WoWee.

The attached article I translate for you:

P. Selvakumar, also known by his famous Internet persona, Auto C, places
a garland on his new canine bride in a marriage ceremony in Manamadurai on
Sunday. He married the stray mutt in a traditional Hindu ceremony, later
taking his new wife on a honeymoon to New Dehli. Selvakumar married the
Sari draped bitch named Selvi in a Hindu Temple in the southern state of Tamil
Nadu.

Selvakumar told us that he was lonely, and always had a thing for
puppies, and was fulfilling a life long dream. "I was paralyzed with love
and passion upon seeing my bitch bride all dressed up, I can't wait for tonight"
he was quoted.

Selvakumar's family threw a huge feast for the couple, with Selvakumar's
father stating "I am so proud, now they can open a convenience store in the
States, and I can die in peace".

As you can see, this Auto C is a sick man. I also enclosed the passion
juice of their consummation that night, for Dr. Murk's studies.

My Life is Yours,
Snake Eyes.

Wow, needless to say I was floored, Auto C, the boy I raised via the Internet, didn't even invite me to his wedding . .

And for the Angry Piper
I thought this little video might remind of that romantic night in high school we spent in my father's Mazda Pickup truck.

I am Malach and I like the cars that go boom

The REAL, real Hojo

But first.
Some of our contributers here and I hang out with at a few forums. YPG, my Indian friend, propose this interesting question today at on of them, which I think is an interesting debate and philosophical question. I post it to you to hash out among yourselves as it brings some interestng questions. Now, this is a hypothetical, and go with the hypothetical . . . .

Imagine you yourself discovered without a shadow of a doubt that there is no God, Heaven, or that any religions philiosophy is false, there is no all powerful being, nor afterlife, etc. You can prove this to anyone who you tell it to, and once they find out, it will show irrefutably, any spiritality they believe cannot exist. Would you reveal this to the world?

Interesting question, and my immediate answer was "Of Course, religion and spiritual thought have caused many wars, and behind much of the problems and fighting in the world". But then I also thought further, many people live for their Heavenly reward, what if that is one of the only things keeping people kind and good? It is a very interesting thought, and I would love to hear anyone reading this, their opinion.

And remember this is hypothetical, don't go changing the whole thing.

The Real Hojo
Yes, supposedly the Angry Piper revealed this month's back, but like usual, he was wrong. Today, more doorbell was rung and the Bucko Brigade, lead by Palmer was there. Evidently the boy has cracked a mysterious nut. Palmer, through cunning, seduction, and subterfuge got a copy of Hojo's High School Picture:

Ahh, a strapping young lad, reminds me of one of those Lumberjacks. Palmer then started babbling something about fighting chimpanzees wielding straight razors, and then a cogniscient thoght sprang from his lips . .

"Hojo . . . he is the Joker"

Hmmmm, that boy might be right, even though he is a bit cracked. There is a uncanny resemblance . . . So I went into my computer to pull up some pictures of the Joker . . . my god . .

. . . it can't be . . .

We are all DOOMED!

I am Malach, hold me.

Yet another WoW Expose: Horatio K. Frankenziemer

Yet another Buckos Brigade exclusive.
Not much was known about the man Horatio when he joined the Wand of Wonder, beyond his exhaustive Man Love for a one Uncle Mitt "I want your Blood" Romney. He would occasionally post right wing rants here at the WoW, and over at this own blogs but that is the little contact we had with him.


But once again, the Buckos Brigade has uncovered the truth. Malach was sent a package to his office, delivered by by capable hand of General Choas. Inside was a picture and a letter.


The picture was a large 8 x 10 glossy. I scanned it for you, here it is.

Interesting . . . but the enclosed letter was even more interesting:

All exhaulted Malach the Merciless
I write you with an aim to reveal the truth. I am a high ranking official in a covert organization, my name is not important, but the identity of one of your WoW bloggers is.

The included photo was shot in 2006 at a meeting in Syria. The Picture is of one Horatio Bush-Bin Laden, aka Horation K. Frankenzeimer. Shocking I know.

My organization has been tracking Horatio for some time now, it was only recently we realized he was the blogger Horatio.

Let me explain a bit more. We all know the Bush and Bib Laden families have been very tight since the early 1880's. Over that time, their bloodlines had occasionally merged. Sometime in 1942, H. W. had an affair with Alzubra Lama Bin Laden, a little known sister of Muhammed Bin Laden, and Horatio Bush-Bin Landen was the product of that.

Not much is know after his birth, he was hidden by both families in a effort to save face, but evidently Horatio remained in the Middle East.

Sometime around 1967, Horation formed a group called El Kiedia, which ultimately failed but was a inspiration for his half brother Osama. Horatio has been Osama secret right hand man ever since.

Horatio over the years has been responsible for Al Queda's web presence, the Mad Burt fiasco, being the main architect behind the attack of the USS Cole, getting the most recent pope elected, and most recently, Osama metrosexual make over:

Ability like that is very dangerous. Now, he has developed his blog persona, and now is using his internet fame to convince young people to vote Republican, and some really nut job candidates.

He must be stooped . . .

Sincerely,
Gung Ho

Well, know, I see this might be a matter of national security.

I am Malach and I warn you of dangerous . . . rise the level to red.

Videos of the Piper's Vacation in Ireland

Another Malach exclusive.
Yeah, the Piper said he was going with his brother and old man, but you and I both know that was just a code phrase. It was really him and Hobbs, frolicing in the Irish countryside, and this video proves it.

I am Malach and I got a harem and I don't share'em

And you thought they were missing, dead, or didn't care

A new Piper/Hobbs video.
This was sent to me by anonymous, and postmarked Attleboro, MA. It is Hobbs and the Piper once again.

Evidently they just needed some private time

I am Malach, and get your poke on.

The Lohan/Plato Conspiracy

The first of the Dr. Murk Conspiracies.

A picture says a thousand words so I present this to you and draw you own conclusions.

A wonder what you can do with MSPaint and 5 minutes of free time.

I am Malach the conspiracy master.

It's all true

The Angry Piper is missing?

And Malach has this exclusive photo. After all the conjecture . . . we present.

I am Malach, a mandated reporter.

Pro Wrasslin's Dirty Little Secret

Malach exposes Wrasslin'.
Many of you already know an inordinate amout of professional wrestlers have died since 1985 before their 45th birthday, inluding in the past year and a half, Eddie Guerrero, and most recently Chris Benoit and Woman (Nancy Benoit). A fairly extenisive list can be found here. There are varying ways some of these wrestlers have died, including drug overdoses, suicides, murders, automobile accidents, heart attacks, and cancer, but they were all fairly well know wrestlers, the one thing that linked them.

We after some investigation by Malach and Otis Serunigs, we have come up with a vast conspiracy . . . a conspiracy that involves 50 years of wrestlers. We expose it for you know.

What links all these deaths? This conspiracy . . . you see, Chris Benoit killed all these people too, and it has been covered up all these years.

So.
Yesterday, Malach got to stand on the pitcher's mound with Josh Beckett during the playing of the National Anthem. I also got on NESN. All this, and pictures (I hope) on Malach's Blog tonight). Also, perhaps a vid on a later date.

I am Malach, just call me the Warren Commission.

What Really Happened: A Tale of the WoW

Last week I was in a local Starbuck’s, waiting in line for a ridiculously overpriced coffee. I really hate Starbuck’s, partially because their coffee tastes like three hundred year-old skunk taint, partially because they charge you an arm and a leg for their shitty coffee, and partially because pretentious Bohemian fucks like to sit in there all day drinking said coffee while reading Nietszche, chatting on their cell phones and writing plays that will never get produced. Plus, they all stare at me in my kilt.
Anyway, I was standing in line, admiring the badonkadonk ass of the size 18 “Vampira” goth chick in front of me, when all of a sudden, I heard a voice from beyond the grave:
“How difficult is it to get a godforsaken cup of coffee the way I ordered it, you ignorant cow?!! I said two—TWO—sugars. That means two teaspoons of sugar, not two bags of sugar. Do it again!” There followed the unmistakable sound of a cup of coffee being violently hurled, followed by a shriek from the counter girl.
I craned my neck around the woman in front of me, straining to see who could be the source of such a venomous diatribe. A man stood at the counter, all but hidden behind the several other patrons of the coffee shop that had arrived before me. I could only see the back of his head, but upon that head sat a very familiar bowler hat.
Surely, it couldn’t be!
I watched him for several minutes, watched as the hapless Starbuck’s counter girl was forced to make and re-make his coffee while enduring insults to her intelligence, body type, gender and breeding, until she could take it no longer. She fled, crying, with discarded coffee flowing from her apron and hair like rain. A new member of the counter staff fearfully made the customer a new cup to his specifications. At long last the customer took a sip of his coffee and did not return it as a projectile.
“Better,” he said. Then he turned around, and our eyes met.
“Ah, Piper,” said Dr. Murk, for it was unmistakably he, “How’s it hangin’, brother?”
“Murk!” I exclaimed.
“Keep it down, you insufferable poltroon. Can’t you see I’m trying to maintain a low profile?”
Murk wore a white T-shirt with the words “HERE'S THE BEEF” printed upon it in block letters. A large arrow pointed downward, indicating “The Beef” was located in his shorts, which were festooned with a garish Hawaiian print. A pair of orange crocs and argyle knee socks completed his outfit.
“But…you’re dead!” I said.
Murk didn’t bother to dignify my statement with a response. He brought his coffee cup to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Fresh-brewed java. It arouses me like nothing else, save the jasmine scent of my wife’s hair.”
“Is she here?” I looked around fearfully.
“Thankfully, no," Murk replied. "Christ, but that bitch gets on my nerves sometimes. Now, come, let’s sit down before you embarrass yourself further. Over here should suffice.”
We moved go to a nearby high table, where moments before a skinny, bespectacled über-geek sat typing on a small laptop. The laptop was still there, but its owner had stepped outside, where he was loudly chatting on a cell phone, hoping others would notice how important he was. Murk reached out and gave the laptop a shove. It shattered on the floor with a resounding crash. He sat down and watched me awkwardly mount the tall chair in my kilt, an expression of wry amusement on his face.
“You have to tell me what happened,” I whispered harshly. “Everyone thinks you’re dead!”
“Stop whispering harshly,” said Murk. “We’re in a Starbuck’s. Everyone in here is busy trying desperately to be more tragically hip than everyone else. There’s enough Emo angst floating around in this pathetic commercial shitpile to cover whatever we say, even if our conversation were audible above this horrendous Norah Jones CD.”
“Fine. What happened?”
Dr. Murk tore open a packet of “Sugar in the Raw” and poured it into his mouth. He sucked the sugar for several seconds before answering me.
“All right, Piper, it was like this: after the ambush at the WoW, I realized the bullet that was meant for me hit Cyrus instead. When he went down, I knew I was going to be blamed for it, so I fled and went underground. I knew I would be safe if I could just make it back to Coney.”
My eyes narrowed. Murk continued: “It was rough going for a while, even with Swan as War Chief after Cleon got aced; first Ajax got pinched, then The Lizzies almost took my nuts off, then I had to hide from the Turnbull ACs—and all the while, the lights of the Wonder Wheel at Coney Island were like a beacon promising salvation, if only I could get there—“
“For fuck’s sake!” I blurted. “That’s The Warriors, Murk!”
“The what, now?”
“The Warriors. You know, ‘Warriors, come out to playeee’. The fucking Warriors, Murk— a classic gang film from 1979!”
“Never heard of it. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that I decided to lay low for a while. Closed up the palatial estate, signed the S. S. Murk-errific over to that costumed fool the Angry Veteran, dismissed the Barrys; gave up all the trappings of wealth.”
“What about Mrs. Dr. Murk?” I asked.“You mean you abandoned her, too?
“Hell, no. Her I kept. I mean, the things she does to me in bed are absolutely incredible.”
“That’s great, Murk,” I said, hoping not to hear more.
“Her carnal skills and sexual appetites are legendary.”
“Swell,” I said.
“She does this thing with some rubber tubing and a yak pelt that’s just—“
“Yeah, ok. I get it.”
“And when she puts on the SCUBA gear—“
“Christ, Murk! I said I get it! Spare me the sordid tales of your sexcapades!”
Murk poured more sugar into his mouth, sucking noisily. He stared at me in silence.
“My dick is bigger than yours, you know,” he said at last.
I sighed. “So, how long is this “laying low” bullshit going to go on?”
“Until I’m ready to return. Speaking of which, here comes our table’s previous occupant.”
Our ponytailed predecessor came over to the table, took one look at his destroyed computer and screamed. “My laptop!” he wailed. “What the hell did you do to it?”
“It fell,” replied Murk. “Sorry about that.”
“You assholes! All my work is ruined! My novel is destroyed!”
“Let me guess,” said Murk, “you come here to this public venue to toil away on your “novel”, because there are too many distractions in your parents’ basement, where you live.”
“How did you—“
“It’s a work-in-progress of “erotic horror”, in which vampire women, bondage and nuns feature prominently; no doubt the same puerile fantasies that fuel the frantic masturbatory urgings of your flaccid member while you sit upon your toilet, dreading the inevitable jiggle of the doorknob that heralds your mother’s untimely entrance into the bathroom.”
“You can’t know—“
“Oh, please,” Murk continued. “I can see your pathetic life laid out like a road map. You’ve seen Star Wars more than thirty times. Your favorite “author” is Anne Rice. You bought prosthetic fangs, but stopped wearing them because you once bit through your lip by accident. You own at least one replica sword and at least one pair of leather pants. And I would say it’s been no more than six hours since your last foray into the World of Warcraft, where your online girlfriend (at least you hope it’s a girl) meets you every night for awkward and frequently-misspelled cybersex.”
The man’s lip quivered. He burst into loud, wracking sobs and ran out of the store, leaving the remnants of his laptop behind.
Murk smiled. “Looks like it’s turning out to be a good day after all. As for me, don’t worry, Piper. I’ll be around. I am forever the gadfly, the mosquito in your tent that you just can’t kill. I am Prometheus; I brought fire to the losers over at the WoW, and now my liver is torn out daily by vultures, only to regenerate before the next dawn.”
“I don’t think that last analogy really works well," I said.
“Silence!” said Murk. “Where would the WoW be without me? I provoke responses; I urge people to action. Like so.”
Murk reached over the table and emptied his still-very-hot coffee into my lap. I screamed in pain and leapt up from the table. “What the fuck?!!”
“See? I wanted you gone, and now you have vacated your chair.”
“Jesus, this hurts!”
“Yes, I imagine so. Well, I must be running along. Don’t tell anyone I’m alive, now. It’d ruin the surprise.”
I told him I wouldn’t.

I Have Insiders

And a new blog!

Hmmmm sure looks like me.

Who is Dr. Romurc?

A man claiming to be my dead brother attacked Malach verbally on his guiliani post. I am reposting those comments here (malach was too busy). I need your opinions. You've all read his stuff... is this possible?

The copy past thingy didn't leave line breaks so, if this is too tough to read, just go to the original post.

Okay, smart ass. Pick a candidate. You never have and never will because all you do is bitch about social services being cut.Fine. The government is NOT being responsible with our social security, our tax and our medicare money.You blame and blame and blame, but you only go after high profile, conservative tardets with this. The ENTIRE government cares very little about people in difficult situations...Democrats, Republicans. Look that the cars they drive, their houses, their paid vacations, their salaries.Why do you think they constantly go at each other like rabid dogs with these slander stories (both parties guilty)?They are distracting you. Both parties agree to fight in public so we will blame the leaders and not notice the lobbyists, senators, representatives, judges, cabinet members, campaign managers ALL spending OUR tax money on themselves.The leaders get paid the big bucks to be hated distracto-bots so that no one wonders where billion dollar budget money actually goes to:The jerks on both sides of the aisle line their pockets and laugh at us.

Dr. Romurc further states:And I laugh at you too. Come get me. I hear you now know where to look?Come get me and I'll fucking beat you and your new bitch boy pal senseless, you fucking weak minded, self promoting dork!In fact, you put everyone down. Why have so many people stopped posting here? You.Your posts are ling, self congratulatory puke and you think you know everything about everything and tell everyone what to do!When I was here, that was my job and people came in DROVES to read me bitch slap fuckos like you and SpaceFarmer/Flakpant and Idiot Veteran. I always did like hojo, though and had a secret crush on Toyi, just me, Tainted Love and every other female that had the balls to stand up to me.Am I dead? Fuck you and fuck no. You had access to all my sites and blogs, tried desperately to kill me with your fake martial arts during that hoaxed podcast you set up (which I have and am going to release to PROVE you were behind this whole thing Malach). You even turned my little brother Chris against me and dragged his innocent soul into your sordid games.But I'm still alive bitch, and I serve up revenge very cold and play my hand very slowly...You'll pay and you know it. I just want you to live in fear of my vengeance for a year or so. When I come back, you'll see.YOU'LL ALL FUCKING SEE!!!In fact, repost this comment as a warning to all under the heading "Who is Dr. Romurc?"

I need to know. If he's alive, Malach and I are in trouble. They guy had Chewbacca in the picture we got!!! I didn't buy it at first, but...

Is Dr. Murk truly dead?

There has been speculation . .

Not since the infamous Paul is Dead fiasco, has there been such a furious investigation into whether or not Dr. Murk is actually dead. Some believe he faked his death, to start a new life. I never believed it.

Today, while taking a lunch break, I went home to find a sealed manilla envelope, only addressed to "Malach the Merciless" with no return address. Even stranger the envelope was postmarked from the Barcelona, Spain. There was a letter and a photo inside. The letter read as follows.

Dear exhaulted Malach the Merciless,

My name is unimportant, only know, that I was once the Grand Minister of Finance for the Country of Nigeria. After a coup attempt, I was ousted, but not after embezzling trillions of dollars and moving to someother place, and scamming dumb Americans of even more money.

Dr. Robert J. Murk was a hero of mine, and I too mourned his loss, until one day, while on vacation in the market of Instanbul, I saw a man . . . there he was right in front of me, I was sure of it, Dr. Murk himself, sans moustache. I immediately pulled out my camera, and snapped a picture, he ran off, as his hairy bodygaurd tried to get me and my camera. I managed to lose them among the bodies of the market place.

I give this to you, you can expose this lie.

So, here is that picture, you decide, and maybe do your own research.

I am Malach and I break the news

Truth, the Ultimate Conspiracy...

....yes, Hobbs here, back from the field for this one quick note.

I hear some Rat Bastard named Christopher killed my good friend and compatriot, Dr. Robert J Murk (Awesome!)!!!

Now, I've long suspected that dick Murk of some pretty shady operations. Homemade hooch laced with poodle piss, Solar Panels that begin playing Bette Midler songs at inhuman volumes one week after installation, a giant metal plate to block out the sun. These are just a few examples of the evil that is Robert Murk.

But the worst thing that scumbag has done was kept so well under wraps, that only the 'coincidence' of his death, so perfectly timed with another, has brought it to life.

I, the ultimate paraniod kook, bring you the real truth, and one of the many secret faces of Dr. Robert J Murk: