New Scott Thomas Diary Entry Surfaces

“Dagnabbit!” barked Private Cletus Huckleberry. “Could you gimme a hand Bow-champ what with you being so strong and manly?”

What’s the problem?” I asked Cletus.

Cletus raised his rifle, and I saw what was stuck to it.

“Could you help pull this dang blasted dead baby off my dang bayonet,” said Cletus.

“I will not participate in a cover up of your war crime,” I declared, my deep, rich baritone echoing above the screams of the people my unit were torturing for the crime of looking at us funny.

“That’s your answer to everything,” said Cletus. “You said the same thing when I asked you to pass me the salt in the mess hall. You ain’t right in the head.”

Maybe I’m just a little too ‘right in the head’ for this madhouse born from the blood-drenched wet-dreams of the neocon-zionist conspiracy.

(continue reading at The MoxArgon Group.).

Muslihoon turned me on to this whacked out Sci-Fi blog.

It’s kinda, welllll….different.

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