The Superbowl Slaughter - The Fred And Honey Story

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The Superbowl Slaughter -
The Fred And Honey Story
By John Mortera
1-25-4


Ahh, the Superbowl. The one time of year when Domino's Pizza and Pizza Hut expect a guaranteed 30-50% increase in sales - the busiest time of the year. Let me make a prediction as I gaze into my Crystal Ball. I see millions of pizzas sold. Sausage. Extra cheese please. And oh, a generous helping of prions would be lovely too. Perhaps it is a good time to invest in Pizza chains.

In the era of GM foods, animal die-offs, unhealthy diets, unjustified slaughters of helpless third world nations, food preservatives, aspartame, misfolding proteins, Monsanto atrocities, crooked Dyncorp/Bechtel/Haliburton/Carlyle/Wackenhut deals, and corporate sponsored brainwashing over the TV death-tube, millions of adrenalized, hyper-hormonized tribal savages once known as Americans will be undeterred by what's going on as they cheer on and satisfy their hunger for blood much like the Romans did. Let's take a look at one such individual - Fred.

A nice guy for the most part, Fred believes he is a true patriot. He laughs heartily at Saddam and Osama jokes - right on cue. He is an active member of TIPS - the American Stasi spy network. He does what he is told and dares ask no questions. Fred has been dumbed down and is indifferent towards issues that matter most. Who cares about them damned Iraqis. He is even unaware that shortly, his comfy position in a trading firm will be outsourced to India and China. He is part of the soon-to-be extinct middle class of America.

Fred, like the glued-to-tv population addicted to junk pop and sports culture, will ingest as much physical and mental toxins his body can handle; thanks to the billions in advertising dollars that flood, propagandize, and corrode the mainstream consciousness. You see, Fred has lost the ability to think for himself.

"Betcha they'll unveil the brand new 48-cylinder Hummer 3, mileage 6.2 mpg" Fred exclaims! He salivates at the sight of the chromed beast as it appears on the death tube. Fred's not concerned about the oil supply, there's an endless supply of it. That's what HE was told.

WE all know the elite ec-terrorists will just drill for oil in the pristine Alaskan lands, the largest remaining wilderness in the nation (9 million acres + I believe) so savages like Fred can romp like high school cowboys in their steel horses for 6 months before that supply runs out.)

Backround noise from Fred : "Honey, more burgers and hotdogs please. The 2nd half's about to begin!!! Don't forget the beer! (Burp)"

Fast forward 15 years (that is if we're still around), Britney Spears is the incumbent governor of California, and Dubya is on his Nth tenure due to Martial Law. The continent known as the Middle East at the turn of the millenium has been renamed the Empire of Zion, and our dumbed-down couple is ill, sunk in debt, and on the breadline. On his eighth mortgage; Fred is in a wheelchair from congestive heart failure, and Honey has Alzheimer's disease. Both Fred and Honey are attending Barney's 15th death anniversary. You see, on the night of the Superbowl Mad Cow Slaughter , Barney had a little too much to drink and mowed down a mother and her two year old baby, DUI of course, killing all three of them.

Fred and Honey look around. The skies are dark and overcast with chemtrails. There's an astronomical rise in CJD, brain tumors, cancers, obesity, and heart disease. Our troops are dying from DU exposure. So is our planet. The solemn couple hold hands as silent tears trickle down their cheeks. If only.....

In a flash, Fred clenches his fatty heart as a third coronary attack shocks his system. Well, not to worry - there are cellphone towers everywhere! It'll be easy to call the paramedics. Big Brother guarantees they're just a hop and a skip away. They'll just locate Fred via GPS, scan the RFID chip implanted beneath his skin for his medical and financial records, then pump him with vaccines, medicines, and SSRI's that don't work. Thanks to the biopharm giants, Fred will be just fine. Nothing to worry about.

As Fred is carted away in the ambulance, a newspaper vendor stacks the newstand with the latest papers; hot off the press. Headline :

"CJD Expected To Claim Lives Of Millions This Year. CDC Baffled. Cause Still Uknown."

Sad.