The Second Coming of Satan:
The Encyclopedia Satanica is an “unofficial” sequel to writer Ambrose Bierce’s 1911 classic The Devil’s Dictionary, a collection of forked tongue-in-cheeck definitions of common words. Example…
Happiness, n. An agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.
A guy named Matt Schutt has put this thing together, two definitions per letter of the alphabet, with an essay following each. I give the dude credit. He’s got a fleet-footed sense of humor and a lot more ambition than me.
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My lovely posts? Wherefore art thou, my lovely critiques of the dundering Madd Chute and his flamboyantly festooned foofraw and floomery? What has become of the brain fruit o’ mine, which so righfully framed this failed exercise in lexicography as a fragrant portrait of poop? No doubt my blossoming wisdom was instead seen as weeds, and trod usunder by the Webmaster of Disguise himself. Oh, go on you big silly vat of Agent Orange. Go right ahead and delete my posts about the boring Shat Mute and his stupid homage to the most brilliant and dead satirist, Ambrose Bierce. Sham Poot is a trite individual with a gift for nonsense matched only by Oprah’s ability to consume smoked pork. You, Kevin Smokler, are hereby charged with engaging in censorship and script doctoring. Why do you even bother with this endeavor you’ve created here, if only to use it to espouse your viewpoint alone, while curbing the critical appetite of others? I think you are merely running a sort of literary Weight Watchers and would rather see your audience brainwashed by the popular culture, then actually flex their brain cells.
My lovely posts? Wherefore art thou, my lovely critiques of the dundering Madd Chute and his flamboyantly festooned foofraw and floomery? What has become of the brain fruit o’ mine, which so righfully framed this failed exercise in lexicography as a fragrant portrait of poop? No doubt my blossoming wisdom was instead seen as weeds, and trod usunder by the Webmaster of Disguise himself. Oh, go on you big silly vat of Agent Orange. Go right ahead and delete my posts about the boring Shat Mute and his stupid homage to the most brilliant and dead satirist, Ambrose Bierce. Sham Poot is a trite individual with a gift for nonsense matched only by Oprah’s ability to consume smoked pork. You, Kevin Smokler, are hereby charged with engaging in censorship and script doctoring. Why do you even bother with this endeavor you’ve created here, if only to use it to espouse your viewpoint alone, while curbing the critical appetite of others? I think you are merely running a sort of literary Weight Watchers and would rather see your audience brainwashed by the popular culture, then actually flex their brain cells.
Ugh. Are you done yet? I had a server crash that deleted a bunch of stuff. Including your comments. No harm meant but I insist on good manners here at Where There’s Smoke. Please respect that.
Ugh. Are you done yet? I had a server crash that deleted a bunch of stuff. Including your comments. No harm meant but I insist on good manners here at Where There’s Smoke. Please respect that.