ENDING VEGETARIANISM!!
Ok, I've had it! I mean it! I'm a Theosophist, albeit a rather heretical one, and some of my best friends are hayburners (not including the ones that I've bet on over the years). You would think that I would be used to this and not let it bother me but enough is enough! I don't know what it is, but there is something about the excessive consumption of vegetative matter that rots the brain and turns nice, normal, fun people in preaching, screeching, whining, judgmental dickheads.
Uncle Chuckie is going to do something about it once and for all and any of you good folks who want to join in are more than welcome.
NO, I'm not going to kill them all. I'm not even going to make them sick. What I am going to do is aim something into the mass mind that no amount of preaching can overcome--the taste of a good, juicy mess burger, you know, the kind that has so much stuff on it that the bun sort of falls off if you don't hold onto it real tight and you need three napkins to keep form dribbling all over your clothes.
And you're all welcome to join in the fun.
And it is so incredibly easy to do.
All you need is a radionic box set up with a witness of yourself in the transmittal end and an outer-space picture of our little, old planet Earth on the receiving end. Then simply take a rate for yourself with the intention that the emotions you experience while eating will be sent to the entire planet, blasting into the food-desire system of all mankind.
Once you have done that, all that you need to do is go to your local burger emporium and feast on ground beef. The radionics will do the rest and all the dim witted sermons of all the leaf-eaters in the world will not be able to overcome the incredible desire to eat meat that people will feel because no amount of reasoning or senseless moralizing can stand up against the taste of a good, juicy mess burger in your mouth.
Ok, I've had it! I mean it! I'm a Theosophist, albeit a rather heretical one, and some of my best friends are hayburners (not including the ones that I've bet on over the years). You would think that I would be used to this and not let it bother me but enough is enough! I don't know what it is, but there is something about the excessive consumption of vegetative matter that rots the brain and turns nice, normal, fun people in preaching, screeching, whining, judgmental dickheads.
Uncle Chuckie is going to do something about it once and for all and any of you good folks who want to join in are more than welcome.
NO, I'm not going to kill them all. I'm not even going to make them sick. What I am going to do is aim something into the mass mind that no amount of preaching can overcome--the taste of a good, juicy mess burger, you know, the kind that has so much stuff on it that the bun sort of falls off if you don't hold onto it real tight and you need three napkins to keep form dribbling all over your clothes.
And you're all welcome to join in the fun.
And it is so incredibly easy to do.
All you need is a radionic box set up with a witness of yourself in the transmittal end and an outer-space picture of our little, old planet Earth on the receiving end. Then simply take a rate for yourself with the intention that the emotions you experience while eating will be sent to the entire planet, blasting into the food-desire system of all mankind.
Once you have done that, all that you need to do is go to your local burger emporium and feast on ground beef. The radionics will do the rest and all the dim witted sermons of all the leaf-eaters in the world will not be able to overcome the incredible desire to eat meat that people will feel because no amount of reasoning or senseless moralizing can stand up against the taste of a good, juicy mess burger in your mouth.