Signs of the Times

My old teacher Hank Hackhammer smuggled this out of the bin recently, so I thought I’d pass it on.
(Warning: some profanity)

Dear Nick (you confused loser), or can I call you Old Nick (hohoho)? Anyways, I’ve been feeling generally pretty durn lucid here in special solitary exceptin your endless derailed shrieking about the ‘global threat’ of the mohammedans or moaning about the Christ-on-a-biking of China or getting all funny in your pants about Sam-let’s-all-be-reasonable-Harris is buzzing in my ears like a freekin skeeter so I figured it was time to try and drag your fizzing shitted-up head out of the latrine of consensus conception, so to speak. You know, I used to think you knew a thing or two about what was really going on down here on the rock splinter – just shows how wrong genuine cosmick jenius like yours tee can get when dosed up good with scopolamine and rat-poison in a lousy state institution, but leaving all that aside, seems sure as 99-and-out you’re needing a refresher on some basic realities, so here goes.
Firstly, you remember that number stuff the Lemurs were on about? Not sure? Well let me offer a quick revision course. Their numbers snuck into the Hell House of the Skygods from the East Orient in time to trigger ‘the Renaissance’ in the bleeding-heartland of the Nazarene ‘round about 1500 oecumenic time – anything coming back? Anyways, as you should know, the spurious screen-esotericism of the pseudo-theists – your man AL Crowley and crew – does some patently bat-shit ‘tree-of-life’ juggling makes it seem there’s numbers 1-to-10 adds to 55 = 10 back to One all nice and cyclo-unitary except it’s obviously just cheap illusionism for ignorant, innumerate and unthinking losers – just about what Europe deserves in fact - you’re getting me so far? So we know ‘underneath’ or one might say ‘esoteric’ if the whole being-able-to-just-see-the-decimal-numerals challenge wasn’t so absolutely incredibly not a challenge but a joke at the expense of theistic dumbasses, including it seems ‘Old Nick 2006’ actually but let’s put that aside as the irrelevance it is, we have instead 0-to-9 = 45 = 9 and suddenly we’re not in the Con-sys anymore, but in fact and quite clearly hearing our girl Khattak telling us about her plans for the near future.
Now at this point I’m hoping you might be having one of those You-reeker moments or at least recalling some stuff that shouldn’t actually be so hard to dredge back given the sanguinary graffiti little Khat’s gone scrawled all over the muthafucken planet in the last few years, but just in case it’s still proving opaque can you at least make an effort to see through to the transparently self-evident here: As the Great Lemur of centrality, finality, totality and concentration Khattak plays with the One-God cults like a cat plays with a mouse. She’s now ambling at a languid pace up to her altar on the soon-to-be nuke-cleansed slab of the Third Temple with the ripped-out heart of the Abrahamic Tradition in her claws and an inscrutable smile on her liberally blood-spattered lips. So, even if or in fact precisely because generalized hysteria is the order of the day would it really be too much to ask of supposed Lemurians that they avoid losing it in the numberless mob? OK, the deluded theists are going berserk again and breeding like roaches in a de-chilled meatstore, it’s what they do - idiot puppetry. But the Thing is, you should know they ain’t holding the strings.

PS. Apologies for writing this to you in the arterial fluids of a dead guard – they don’t gone see fit to provide me with a Splinternet connection.