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400 Richest American Families Form Satanic Coven

by gordita, SPB Religious Affairs Correspondent

In the wake of news that the richest 400 American families own more wealth than the bottom 50% of Americans, these wickedly rich families–mostly headed by Waltons and hedge fund managers–gathered to hold the first meeting of the Association for Sacrilegious Plutocrats or “ASP” for short.   I was present (fully clothed) to cover the meeting and with me to answer questions was Bubba Walton, the group’s secretary.

“Far be it from me to suggest there is something wrong with being sacrilegious but ASP sounds a little bit sinister,” I said.  “Are you sure that is the effect you were striving for?”

“Absolutely.  Sinister is precisely what we wanted,” said Walton.

“Why is that, Mr. Walton?”

“Haven’t you figured out…this is a satanic witches’ coven.”

“Yeah, well I was wondering why there was a group of naked people sitting in a circle but satanic witches’ coven was not the first explanation that popped into my mind.  Tell me, Mr. Walton, why devil worship?”

“Isn’t it clear?”

“Uh…not really.  Can you enlighten me?”

“Who do you think is in charge of a country where 400 families have more wealth than 150,000,000 Americans combined?”

“Uh…you think the Devil is in charge?”

“Who else could turn a whole country into a sickly, fat, ignorant, trembling, lonely, addicted, jingoistic bunch of Walmart shoppers who are tripping over each other to cut taxes for the rich?”

“Interesting perspective, Mr. Walton…very interesting.  I prefer to view Satan and God as metaphors, but that is neither here nor there.  Could you tell me more more about ASP?  For example, does it have a satanic creed?”

“Everything ASP stands for is right in here,” said Mr. Walton.

“Errrr,” I said.  “I’ve always wondered if Satan didn’t slip a few things in there just to get people turned around.  Like Revelations and Armageddon, for example.”

“Ha!  Vintage Satan.”

“And all that nasty stuff about women and gays?”

“Satan.”

Ephesians 6:5-8?   And accept Jesus as your lord and savior or burn in hell fire?

“Satan.  Satan.  Satan.”

“And this is what is responsible for….”

“Yes.  Satan is responsible for creating a stable of American voters who don’t give a rat’s ass about what is happening to the country because a) they think that Jesus is going to make them millionaires or b) they think that any moment they are going to be dancing with Jesus on sunbeams.  Meanwhile, wealth is being transferred from the poor and middle class to the rich like there is no tomorrow.  Which is why we are gathering naked to praise him.”

“Praise Satan, you mean.”

“Yes.”

Praise Satan

“You seem to know a lot about this guy, Satan, Mr. Walton.”

“Please, call me Bubba.”

Bealzebub “Bubba” Walton as a young boy

“Tell me if you will…Bubba…how come, since regular Americans are so keen on the Satanic biblical verses…why aren’t they being rewarded with riches like you guys?”

<<LOL!!!!>>  “You crack me up, gordita.  Haven’t you figured it out?  It’s because the poor schleps are praising the wrong guy.”

“You mean they are going around saying, ‘Praise Jesus,’ instead of congregating in satanic covens?”

“Ding.  Ding.  Ding.  Ding.  Give the lady a kiss!  Seriously, gordita, hippie4ever hit the nail on the head in some of his blog comments.  You can’t slaughter the Indians, institute slavery, steal the Sun Belt from Mexico, have the biggest prison system in the world, and deliver the kind of health care we give in this country and call ourselves a good, god-loving nation.  When people do that, Satan gets royally pissed off.  It just isn’t right giving god the credit when he didn’t do jack to earn it.”

“Are you saying that if people worship Satan overtly, and give credit where credit is due so to speak, they will be rewarded with riches?”

“Exactly right, gordita.  But we try to keep that on the QT if you get my drift.”

“You think Americans would flock to satanic covens if they knew?  For money?”

“Sheeeeeeiiit, gordita!  Haven’t you been paying attention?  Considering all of the atrocities Americans have committed for money, you don’t think they would stampede the aisles to worship the devil?!?!?!?!  You apparently have not been a participant in a midnight madness celebration.”

“Actually, Bubba, I think that Americans are rather keen on clothing their iniquity with sanctity–which is why your family held regular prayer meetings with Walmart senior management.”

“Ha!  You thought they were prayer meetings!  I think you underestimate what most people would do for a buck, gordita.”

“Okay, Bubba.  Please bear with me while I wrap my head around this.  If more Americans explicitly worship Satan and get richer, where will all the money come from?”

“Why…from the same places American plutocrats have always gotten money!  From the primitive god-worshiping people in the Third World!”

“So…taking what you’re saying a step further…in order for there to be economic justice for everyone in the world, what’s required is a world-wide leap into the arms of Satan?”

“Emphatically yes, gordita.”

“Frankly, what you are suggesting sounds depressingly like a plan for the end of the world.”

“Exactly right, gordita.  That is the depressing plan for the end of the world.  But remember…mum’s the word.”

“Um.  I’m having difficulty following a lot of your logic, Bubba, but I appreciate your taking time out from your meeting to talk to me.”

“Sure thing, gordita…and any time you want to get naked <<WINK>>  just give me a call.”

Tiger the Hypocrite….or Only in America

Tiger, of course, was completely full of shit during his drippingly phony and staged statement today (2/19/10).  In the interest of full disclosure, I could give a flying f**k about Tiger, about Tiger’s private life, and about the insipid game of golf.   Truth be told….there’s not a single thing authentic about Tiger Woods….or about most mega celebrities or sports stars.  And if there ever was anything authentic about him, it’s been long since sucked out by his corporate pimps.  The fact that Tiger came out so disingenuous and phony at his “contrition” speech today is not entirely his fault.  You see, Tiger is no longer a person…..he’s a product.  That’s all.  So, one will have to pardon him for not being able to express himself with genuineness.  Such an act was not a clause in his contract.  Now that we have that out of the way…

…what really bugged me about Tiger’s bucket of bullshit was how Tiger and his corporate pimps felt obligated…no strike that….required to respond to the puritanical paradigm known as America.   After his silly speech, I caught some of the comments from the “man on the street” interviews, and they were equally sickening from people with the stern look of judgment on their faces…. comments like, “I think he needed to do this for moral reasons” and my favorite “Tiger hurt a lot of people.”  HURT A LOT OF PEOPLE!?!?!  WHAT THE F**K?!?!?!   How???  He didn’t f**king hurt me…and that’s all I give a shit about.  Such comments show America for what it is….a country so consumed with phony moralizing, bubble-headed religiousity,  claptrap and sanctimony that we act as if some golfer who boned a bunch of chicks behind his wife’s back is morally required to answer to US !!!

The best thing Tiger could have done is keep his f**king mouth shut and just start playing golf.  It would’ve pissed a few people off but f**k them.  After a while they’d move on to some other titillation and Tiger would be yesterday’s news…just another dudderhead who  plays a silly, boring as shit game really good, makes a bunch of money, never has anything of consequence to say….and f**ks around behind his wife’s back.  Just another American sports star.  How refreshing it would be if FOR ONCE Bill Clinton, Tiger Woods, even that asshole Mark Sanford, would just come out and say “f**k it…it’s nobody’s business and I’ll deal with this”…and then just stick with that story.  After a while the impetuous and impatient average American would just move on…and that would be that.

Tiger Apologizes….For Getting Caught

Dear Fans,

I’m really sorry (I got caught) and I promise I won’t do it again (with the loudmouth chick from IHOP…that’s for sure… but there’s a Waffle House right down the road from the IHOP and I’ll be paying them a visit right soon) because I know how much this has hurt people (and speaking of hurt, you ever have to unwedge a frying pan out of your fucking head?). I only wish I could go back in time and avoid making these mistakes (and make better choices than I did with some of the skanks I hooked up with). My wife has been extremely patient with me throughout this process (if you wanna call it a “process”….back home we used to call it getting our asses whooped).  I’m also sorry to my fellow players (most of whom are a bunch of fat-ass country clubbers who could only dream of getting some of the trim I’ve gotten over the last year) and to the PGA which has been so supportive over these last few months (knowing full well that I’m their meal ticket…otherwise they could give a flying fuck).

I promise to do better in the future (at least until the dust settles and then guess what I’ll be doing?).

Sincerely (kind of),

Tiger

No Rubber Bands

The lobbyists better come loaded cause Mitch McConnell just looooooves money even more than circle jerks. Those other guys, Hatch and Grassley, might as well count on going away empty handed cause anything the lobbyists are bring is going straight to Mitch…he’ll see to that.

And remember lobbyists…..Mitch likes relatively …small bills so he doesn’t have to worry about having to bring the larger ones at some of the houses of ill repute that he frequents each day during his three hour afternoon breaks. $50′s will do….but 20′s are preferred….and please, oh please…make sure the bills are new and crisp. Mitch finds nothing more undignified than having to hand over a bill to someone that is soiled or unsightly. And no rubber bands this time. They tend to crinkle the bills at the edges and Mitch is having none of that otherwise he will reject the entire kit and caboodle and send them and you guys packing.

OK….let’s summarize….small to medium size bills, lots of them, crisp and new, no crinkles, and no rubber bands. And remember…Mitch loves you to tell him what a great job he’s doing. It makes his acceptance of his money that much more pleasurable.

Farewell From Evan

We lose an honorable man in Evan who wrote this sad letter to his constituents (with parenthetical interpretation):

“Dear Constituents,

I regret that I can no longer serve you in the Senate (since I prefer to serve my pockets) and, therefore, plan to leave the Senate and pursue other interests (including making as much money as humanly possible). I love serving you (almost as much as I like money) but I don’t like Washington, D.C. (except when I return there as a lobbyist and then I will simply LOVE D.C.).

The Senate has become too partisan (which never bothered me until I discovered it sounds like a fresher excuse to get the f**k out and go make some money than “I want to spend more time with my family”). I look forward to serving you again as, perhaps, Governor of our great state (which is total bullshit since it’s a bullshit gig anyway that pays even less than this fucking Senate job).

The thing I will miss the most is serving the great state of Indiana (and if you believe that I’ve got this beautiful beach front property to sell you in Fargo, North Dakota). I will miss you (about like root canal) and look forward to seeing you again (which I’ll never do since my single goal will be to enrich myself with money, money, money as decadently as possible).

Sincerely (but not really),

Evan

Tauzin Leaving PhRMA

An open letter from Billy Tauzin announcing his departure from PhRMA:

Ah am leaving mah present position as Chief Carpetbaguh with PhRMA because ah would like to spend mo time with mah family….

…plus, ah need to line mah pockets with mo money money money money money cause Billy just looooves money money money money money. There is no greatuh feelin in the mo’nin when ah get out of …bed then taking a gooooood hot shower, shavin’, and spashin’ mah face with some coooool Aqua Velva…and then just allowing mah naked body to fall right smack dab into a great big pilllle of money. Mah God almighty ah love money… Ah love money almost as much as the lawd mah Gawd…..but not as much mind you cause that would be blasphemy.Anyway, aftuh ah roll around in a pile of money for a good 30 minutes, ah head downstairs where ah hep myself to a BIG SOUTHERN BREAKFAST of sausage, eggs, with some heapin’ helpin’ buckets of grits, gravy and southern biscuits. Mah on mah how ah love decadence….and money of course.

Did ah mention how much ah just love money. Money money money money money money. Ah love money….money mooooooney ..ooooh oooooh OOOOOOH OOOOOOOOOOH moooooneneeey !!!!!!!!!!!

Ohhhhhhhh…ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Now ah must have a cigarette. Nothing like a goooooood cigarette after ah have had a sexual experience.

Course, the real reason ah am leaving, as ah told you, is to spend more time with mah family