Every country that was and IS still run by Mommy Professor’s Marx began its existence becoming an instant prison.

And Mommy Professor looked about him at his creation and said that it was GOOD.

But Mommy Professor is not the only Professional Thinker who can offer you a deal like this.

If you like Mommy Professor, come to Bob’s Sillishit Store for more great bargains.

Have I got a Philosopher for you!

SUCH a DEAL!

There is also a wholesale deal on Mommy Professors.  Each of them is winded up to tell you how stupid the stuff your Mommy and Daddy taught you.  Lowah Clahss and Uneducated and how he has a whole array of True Beliefs, straight from Marx and Freud, to replace them.

Forget Mommy!  A True Intellectual believes Mommy PROFESSOR!

But here comes the other team. Father Malone has come to demand that you reject Mommy or Daddy and concentrate on avoiding  using your balls on females. That’s the FIRST Commandment!

Down in the ring, knocking aside Mommy and Mommy Professor, the Priest knocks Mommy and Mommy Professor aside to announce that sterility is only One of the Foundations of his Act. He also offers PAIN.  This is the privilege of being a man with a SOUL.

A mere dog who is in hideous agony with almost no chance of survival — there is no such thing as NO chance in statistics — is given a quick, easy death.

But every year the billionth chance to save a terminal spinal cancer patient increases, and The Father demands more agony and more agony. The agonized patient begs to die.

But it is not the patient’s choice. That belongs to Medical Ethics, which are answerable to the churches, and those medical ethics forbid “doing harm.”

And AGONY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH “DOING HARM!”

In medical ethics, only death is harm. So Father John and Doctor Brown are arm in arm, demanding agony before any more morphine doses.

And NO HEROIN. It is more effective, but illegal.

Heroin is addictive, you see.

In any sane environment, this would be a joke. Too hideous a joke for a priest or a doctor to actually laugh at, but who else but a sadistic clown could come up with such a scenario?

But the priest has a robe and six thousand years of barbaric custom behind him, and the doctor has the Hippocratic Oath, and that was in GREEK!

Wow!  How could anybody weigh plain old agony against a guy with a dress on using Latin and GREEK!

The point is that you might want to call this crap BEFORE you end up in the hospital with the Marvels of Modern Medicine keeping you alive for weeks in terminal agony.

Maybe the time will come for YOU when the humor of worshipping academic and religious robes becomes an OBVIOUS nightmare.