CHAOS ANARCHY FREE LUNCH
Greetings friend, and welcome to the fortified compound of the Brunch Discordians. We believe in and worship the one, true Goddess: Eris Discordia, and we shall have no other goddess before Her. After Her, we'll see what comes along. Revolted, we turn our backs on an unhappy world that is hopelessly caught up in the aneristic illusion, and the worship of Johnny-come-lately false prophets on the make for a quick buck. Disgusted, we will have no more traffic with a world where scumbags outlive saints, profits outlive prophets and reactionaries outlive revolutionaries. Our walls are reinforced with the ecstatic love of Eris, and verily is our server mighty, for it is Time Warner. We are simple (very simple) citizens who simply want to live the way we want to live like we do. It's simple: We hereby declare this website the Independent Nation of Discordiana, free from the burden and oppression of so-called "sovereign" nations. While we're at it, we actually exist in a parallel dimension and are free from all laws of physics, known and unknown. So beat it. We've got enough hot dogs to last for months in here, and get this: we don't need no stinking buns. WARNING TO AGENTS OF THE ANERISTIC CONSPIRACY: DON'T EVEN DREAM OF STORMING THE COMPOUND. WE'VE GOT FIVE TONS OF FLAX IN HERE, AND WE AREN'T AFRAID TO USE IT. The compound is secure and the supplies plentiful. Even now our sons and daughters are creating the master race (Yeah, we're a little inbred, but by Goddess we're pissed). When their mission is complete, we shall spring forth from our humble beginnings to spread the word of Eris across the globe. Our struggle; nay, our jihad to bring the truth to the world will end only when the rightful heirs (that's us) reclaim the crown of Emperor Norton, or when jackbooted thugs break down our doors and fire white-hot tear-gas at our helpless, sleeping children. Or you could just ask nicely. We're impetuous that way. NOTICE: We are a splinter group looking for a faction to split away from; preferably in a vulgar grab for petty power. If your orthodoxy is in need of heterodoxy, please contact us here. Your pineal gland looks clean to us- enter><here
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