From: joemahoney1950@gmail.com   
      
   My fellow Spiritual-Not-Religious Christian Preppers, I went into Target   
   earlier today for some Halloween candy, not for trick-or-treaters, but for   
   myself, just a  nice little mornin' snack.  I'd tossed a few sacks of Hersehy   
   Minis into my cart, along    
   with M&Ms, Mounds, Snicker's, Reese's Peanut Butta Cups, some Good & Plenties,   
   Kit Kats, Babe Ruths and Milky Ways, also some Twizzla's, some Candy Korns,   
   some Tootsie Rolls, don't forget the Life Savas and taffy.  Finally, the aisle   
   was just about    
   cleared o' candy and my cart was ova-flowin', when I heard two women (ick!)   
   talkin in the Video Games aisle.  The dialogue went sumthin like this:   
      
   Woman 1: Oh, look!  Video games!  I should pick one up for Morton.     
      
   Woman 2: Are you sure about that?   
      
   W1: Sure!  He loves them!  And they keep him busy for hours!  You should see   
   him, twiddling his little joystick!   
      
   w2:  Yeah, but do you think it's a good idea for his health?   
      
   w1:  They haven't hurt him yet.  And besides, it's cute watching him play!   
      
   w2:  It's cute now, but he's three years old.  You don't want him still   
   playing those things when he's 12 or 13.     
      
      
   w1:  Oh, come on!  Morton's not retarded!  He'll give up videogames before   
   then!   
      
      
   At this point, I, Pastor Joe Mahoney of the Alt-Right Prepper's, decided to   
   intervene.  I pushed my cart towards those bitches like a Sherman Tank! And I   
   cleared my throat, thumped my saggin' man-boob's and bellowed like a beast, "I   
   still play those    
   games, and I'm 55 years old!  Them videogames , not to mention soda and candy   
   [I gestured to my shopping cart, which wilted under the weight of all that   
   sugar] made me this big brawny beast of a man I am!  So you purchase that   
   game.  Hell, purchase alla    
   them, deliver them to Morton, and make sure he never stops playin' em.  And   
   supply him with plenty of soda, too, and make sure he BURPS.  And maybe, if   
   you pray to Jesus, loud enough for him ta hear ya, mebbe your little Morton   
   gonna end up as big as me."   
        
      
   There ya go folks.  Don't say I didn't do my good deed for the day!   
      
   Joe "Spiritual not Religous" M.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)