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October 6, 2014

We're finally up to the canto we've all been waiting for, in which Deepak Chopra gets his just desserts.

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For this is the valley of rapacious brutes who debauch themselves for gold -- who distort spiritual reality by treating it as a profane thing to be bought and sold. Folks here are buried head first up to the knee with their feet exposed, the soles of which are on fire. One Cʘsmos: Cosmic Podiatry

Posted by gerardvanderleun at October 6, 2014 9:31 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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How clever. The Spillers of Soup approve.

The line forms on the left, appropriately, with Liberals, feminists, tree huggers, misogynists, commies, losers, two-time users, narrow-minded beady-eyed thin-lipped squares that never liked anything in their whole wretched lives except Control.

My uncle Letsgo, he raised bantam chickens. He said that he'd get some chickens were no good right from the start. They'd have this look like nothing was in there behind the eyes.

Him and Hanify were pals:

Conservative values. Class Warfare is for dope-smoking commies. Stand on your own. No leeching. No whining. Fuck the hippies.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at October 6, 2014 12:44 PM

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