More reasons to love cheerleaders and mistrust journalists

As if we needed another reason to love cheerleaders: These kuties should wear little domino masks and capes and go around fighting crime. Well, they should wear little domino masks and capes, anyway.

Boston newspaper gets it all wrong: We don't worship "Bob", slack is more than simple "fun", its Subgenii, not Subgeniuses. Etc, etc. You know, one of the great things about the C of the SG, whether you view it as a prank, or a multimedia collaborative art project, or even a real religion is that it is endlessly complicated and hard to understand--something that this article acknowledges, even as it oversimplifies the whole thing as much as possible, so that the various glorps, pinks, and po'buckers who read the piece can feel like they have one up on other glorps, pinks, and po'buckers. Its supposed to be absurd, self-contradicting and confusing as all get out. Then some hack looking for a nice puff piece comes along, tries to make the whole thing more "simple" and "easy to understand", and doesn't even give the Holy PO Box, the web address, or instructions for joining the Yahoo group. Lucky for Ms Jessica Van Sack that High Sheriff Dick KRSNA's All-Nite Temple of Thundering Conflict schism-ed a long time ago, or she might wake up some morning with the claw put on her, and a living room full of un-debeaked prairie squid. But I schism-ed back in the late '80's. And I guess people can just google the various websites. And the po box is on most any piece of SubG propaganda you can find. Ok, you know what? Fuck "Bob"--he screwed my highschool sweetheart while I was getting punch and cookies at the prom, then he burned me on a 'frop deal. When the pleasure saucers come, I'm gonna go into the transfiguration chambers, turn myself into a giant foot, then hunt down Mr. Dobbs and kick him one in the teeth.

Or kill me.