Humanity Bypass #1

Even if the property parasite is a hideous old geezer, there is always some body-part that will fetch a few dollars. When it comes to getting your money back from these vampires, you cannot afford to be without some surgical implements. We must leave all judgements to the holy market-forces, otherwise anarchy would descend.

If a tenant approaches a landlord and requests a place to live, and the landlord generously lets him live there for a fee. And, then the tenant goes back on his word and doesn't pay the landlord, the landlord should be given the right to shoot the dead-beat tenant. We don't need none of this legal mumbo-jumbo-joo-joo-voo-doo.

You still hanging around you deformed arse-egg? Listen bog-boy, filthy bloodsucking landlords have no rights. To have rights you need a soul. But I am first to grant land-grabbing parasites full justice. The crows can eat their eyes while they twist in the breeze - and I don't mean Chubby Checker. Some of us decent folk don't take kindly to parasites, especially if they wave Jesus-on-a-stick fetish toys.

I need. Don't need no more rights than that.

I'm the Landlord, the Master, the King and Lord over all of my land. Your presence on my land is by the grace of ME! I kin grind you up and make some mighty fine summer sausage with you, lest you forget that. He who owns the land has all the rights; and he who merely treads on the Owner's land better tread softly...'cause you won't last a minute 'round here.

We don't put up with none of that sass-talkin nonsense by a dumb ole outsider who's got no Deed, no Kin, no friends, and no guns.

I'll give you a deed you transgenic father-raper. How about having it cut into your skull-bone real deep? I can create any kind of arsewipe deed you want you ugly morlock. Be careful pigshit, someone might fence you into your patch of pig-wallow Hell with razor-wire, so then you will be kept away from decent folk, screaming to escape from your deed-protected shithole. The tenant is way ahead of you zombie-boy.

Don't know anything about Transgenitals, whorelocks, or razor-wire. Don't have none of those preverted thangs 'rond here.

Them transgenitals hang around big city folks and live in cement sky-boxex like you. We have fine Christian women 'round here - no whorelocks for hundreds of miles.

And, razor-wire is something I saw only once down in South Georgia where's they cram the criminol n*g*e*s and wet-backs into the state prison.

No matter how many times you insert Jesus-on-a-stick into a pig, it will not become a Jesus-squeezing "Christian" woman, Ricky. But I'm not here to speak about hillbilly animal sex preferences. I want to talk about setting you right. Too late to convert you into a human. You are too far gone for that - the DNA won't allow it using today's technology. However, the tenant is working up something real special for you ape-people.

You're scaring me!


Where is Eva when you need her? My sweet little turtle dove...