The Son strikes again

Hear me all you inhabitants of the earth! Hear me and tremble at my voice! I tell tales of distruction, fear, and anger. But also the tales of truth, joy, and love! Men shall kneel in my stead and tremble at my voice, but I am merely a man! A man with a calling! With a story deep in his heart and a voice and a mind to reveal it! For I am not but the messanger of the coming one. The one who is greater than all and power beyond any imagination. Far and wide I shall tell his tale and many shall revile me for it. I shall be struck down, spat upon, and dragged through the dust, but I shall not be silenced! For there is no greater power than that that I am going to reveal to you. It is a power to conquer nations, ideas, minds, and yes, even death. It is the power that makes the mightiest of men ashamed for their greatest acceivements. To make the greatest of nations fall at a glace. To calm the most fearsome heart and make it gentle as a lamb. You shall know his name, and I shall tell his tales from the farthest reaches of the earth to the other farthest reach. I shall, and I am. Thus says the son of the Drunken Prophet.

Son of the Drunken Prophet

Hear ye hear ye all ye gathered here today, or should I say tonight? Or even this morning! Ahem, listen to the words I have here for ye to hear and with your ever sharpening minds to understand. For you see, all the wallibuts are getting smarter and beginning to leave their dens. It is only time until they are upon the nations of this great land. Only the one who holds the long john sliver shall ammend for the great injustices in the land of Cahoots. And Farfardee. But as everyone knows, they are just a little bit totally off their rocker. And as they rock in their glorified rockers they shall dream dreams of grand bands and loud larynxes. And it shall come to pass that only those dastardly larynxes will be left to pick up the dust in the craters left of this great city that shall stand for a thousand years. Or so they say. They will see. Everyone shall see, for as I have said it will will it come to pass. And only your dogs and cats will mourn you. And possibly your Aunts. We will have to see on that one. And the last dog that ends his time of grief shall rise up and create a new nation founded liberty and dedicated to the proposition that everyone in their right mind would listen to a dog. As it has been, so it shall be. So says the Son of the Drunken Prophet.

The son of the Drunken Prophet

People of the world. Of all the free lands and the far lands and all those other silly lands, I have a message. Not a simple message of tiredness and elasticity, but a message of incredible sovreinty and love. For you see, it was as my father had said of and about the peaches. The peaches shall reign over the earth in a very reignlike manner. They shall squish amongst the plants and the beetles. They shall sing among the harps and liverpools. And they shall enumerate the bamboo of the valleys! And the armadillos shall at last be at peace with the sith lords and the bottle nosed dragon. Thus shall the working man become enslaved once more, but in this very same way, shall free all of the wrongfully emprisoned monkeys. And the monkeys shall rejoice and say unto the scalloped potatoes, "I never did like those fish." And thus, the kingdoms of the earth shall be restored to their former glory as it was fortold by my father who was fortold by his father who was fortold by his father who was fortold by his father who was fortold by his father's cousin Jimmy. So rejoice all you peoples, sing forth with glorious singing and bonking on tomtoms. Let the whole of the universe revle in the splendor of your sound waves. Thus saith the son of the Drunken Prophet.