An Open Letter to President Clinton

by Cream Soda = Death


Dear President Clinton,

While I've listened to your voice on the radio lo these many
nights, gathered round the fireplace, ear to the Victrola, 
pants around my legs, dick vein throbbing in hand, I've found
it hard to keep myself from being blinded by the liberal Jew
World Order doubletalk lilting into my ear via your sultry
baritone.

We're not too different, you and I.  I imagine a future where 
there are flowers in all of the battlefields and bullets 
embedded in the eye sockets of every jock- the reality that
you've brought about with your NATO (or "HEBREWATO" as I call 
it) friends is like some disgusting lie pulled over our eyes
to disguise the truth- that we are slaves in a prison designed
for our minds.

In return for halting your extermination of the serbian people
and focusing your cabal's attentions on the many jocks, blacks, 
and hispanics at our high school, we will embrace the conformity
that so many of your agents in the form of guidance counsellors
have been trying to force down our throat for ages.

Lay down your arms, sirrah,  and we will put aside our trenchcoats.

Semper Fi. Marilyn Manson kicks ass.