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Hey, somebody has to make these shitty threads now that GHB is gone.
About nine years ago my late grandmother had a friend in his mid-40's by the name of Philip. He was an oddball (or what some might call a burnout) who met her completely by chance, at a grocery store 43 miles away. He was looking for a place to stay, and out of the kindness of her heart my grandmother allowed him to convert her tool shed into a livable facility. Often as I walked up and down the long road we lived on I'd hear what sounded like a short-wave radio broadcasting a talk show in the tool shed. One day I asked him what that talk show was all about, since his life basically revolved around it. He'd sit in the tool shed and use a small propane stove to heat up a can of beans. That was all he ate. And he only ate while he listened to this radio show. Anyway, he informed me that a man by the name of William Cooper hosted this talk show, "The Hour of the Time". On this show he discussed and theorized about past, present and future government coverups and conspiracies, basically feeding off of the fear and paranoia of his listeners. He often spoke of a "New World Order", much like all these other conspiracy theorist nutjobs, and how the CIA and other government organizations were nothing more than terrorist groups themselves, among other outlandish things. I was 11 or 12 at the time, so I couldn't make heads or tails of the jibberish he was throwing at me. I didn't hear the name William Cooper again until..
October 2001. William Cooper's short-wave radio show is cancelled. A month later he is shot and killed.
June 2005. Cooper's wacky theories live on thanks to people like Tone. They seem to believe if they buy into this conspiracy nonsense they'll somehow evolve into a higher and more intelligent life form. They seem to think they'll gain some sort of knowledge that no one else will have and become special. These are the sort of rejects who have tried, and failed, to find any sort of identity. They want to stand out. They want attention. But most of all, they want to avoid those evil mind-controlling omega waves that are being emanated by the Bell People of Planet Ding-Dong XII. So they strap those tinfoil hats on extra-tight, crank up the reinstated "Hour of the Time", and heat up another can of beans. Tone, we salute you and all like you. o>
We just pray you meet the same fate as Mr. Cooper very soon.
About nine years ago my late grandmother had a friend in his mid-40's by the name of Philip. He was an oddball (or what some might call a burnout) who met her completely by chance, at a grocery store 43 miles away. He was looking for a place to stay, and out of the kindness of her heart my grandmother allowed him to convert her tool shed into a livable facility. Often as I walked up and down the long road we lived on I'd hear what sounded like a short-wave radio broadcasting a talk show in the tool shed. One day I asked him what that talk show was all about, since his life basically revolved around it. He'd sit in the tool shed and use a small propane stove to heat up a can of beans. That was all he ate. And he only ate while he listened to this radio show. Anyway, he informed me that a man by the name of William Cooper hosted this talk show, "The Hour of the Time". On this show he discussed and theorized about past, present and future government coverups and conspiracies, basically feeding off of the fear and paranoia of his listeners. He often spoke of a "New World Order", much like all these other conspiracy theorist nutjobs, and how the CIA and other government organizations were nothing more than terrorist groups themselves, among other outlandish things. I was 11 or 12 at the time, so I couldn't make heads or tails of the jibberish he was throwing at me. I didn't hear the name William Cooper again until..
October 2001. William Cooper's short-wave radio show is cancelled. A month later he is shot and killed.
June 2005. Cooper's wacky theories live on thanks to people like Tone. They seem to believe if they buy into this conspiracy nonsense they'll somehow evolve into a higher and more intelligent life form. They seem to think they'll gain some sort of knowledge that no one else will have and become special. These are the sort of rejects who have tried, and failed, to find any sort of identity. They want to stand out. They want attention. But most of all, they want to avoid those evil mind-controlling omega waves that are being emanated by the Bell People of Planet Ding-Dong XII. So they strap those tinfoil hats on extra-tight, crank up the reinstated "Hour of the Time", and heat up another can of beans. Tone, we salute you and all like you. o>
We just pray you meet the same fate as Mr. Cooper very soon.
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