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November 18, 2004
It's My Birfday!! Let's Listen to 900 Religious Fanatics Off Themselves!
I'm twenty-six years old.
That means The Jonestown Massacre is twenty-six years old. Neat how that works.
I think Jim knew I was coming.
Anyway... Thanks for all the nifty well-wishing, you guys. Yer awful sweet 'n' stuff. Here, have some audio clips.
Reverend Jim Jones of the People's Temple of Jonestown, Guyana publicly chastises a cult member for requesting a holiday visit home with his family. Can you catch the thinly-veiled death threat?
LOVE IS GOOD BUT GUNS ARE BETTER. Super rad freak-out at the thirty-second mark.
Cult members detail their desires to murder their relatives. RAWR RAWR CHRISTEN THE UNBELIEVERS LIKE A BOAT. Bonus insane Jim Jones giggle-fits!
Hm. Whaddya think? Five years old? Six? THENK YEW DAD.
And of course, the finale. Cyanide and valium laced Flavor-Aid: Goes down smooooov. Kids first, seniors second! QUIT'CHER BITCHIN', WE'RE GETTIN RE-IN-CAR-MER-RATED! It's fifteen minutes, might wanna put a kettle on.
That should do it. Off to open presents. I'll try to whip out a new Blikada soon. But not tonight.
Posted by Spike at November 18, 2004 05:05 PM
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