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uberreinigerWell, six blissful, pain-free weeks have come and gone and now I'm almost out of acid reflux medicine samples. So yesterday I went and got my perscription for Nexium filled. Did I mention my work health care plan doesn't cover perscriptions?
A word to all employees of the perscription drug industry who are reaping huge dividends from the suffering of others: I know that this is America and you are entitled to make a dollar any way you can. Capitalism is good, after all. I understand that a great deal of that 300% mark-up which you charge people for medicines they have no choice but to take goes toward meticulous testing and costs of production, or so you say, and you're _really_ not trying to add to the already-considerable misery of the people forced to rely on your products. That said, it is my sincere hope that the following happens to each and every single one of you:
Masturbating The War God
(Lyrics by NILE from the album "Black Seeds of Vengeance")
Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadowsin the dimly lit Temple of
Anhur as we count the dead and vanquished by hacking off their
phalluses and piling the severed hands before the living stone
image of God.
The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated kneel in hopeless
Aquiescence as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serve
our father Anhur.
Yea we impale them on the massive stone member of the Ithyphallic
War God until the backs of their throats are torn out and their
bowels are ripped apart.
One by one we force the female captives to serve the Ahati until
the Gods legs are awash with blood and his phallus drips with
red and black gore Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m aba
neth Anhur.
We lay our bloodstained weapons of Iron on the altar of Anhur and
His Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies Like as unto
Menthu we have become Ithyphallic.
The mighty Sekhmet is with us.
Meanwhile, I think I'll see if those old people on one of the busses to Canada will be nice and save me a seat.
A word to all employees of the perscription drug industry who are reaping huge dividends from the suffering of others: I know that this is America and you are entitled to make a dollar any way you can. Capitalism is good, after all. I understand that a great deal of that 300% mark-up which you charge people for medicines they have no choice but to take goes toward meticulous testing and costs of production, or so you say, and you're _really_ not trying to add to the already-considerable misery of the people forced to rely on your products. That said, it is my sincere hope that the following happens to each and every single one of you:
Masturbating The War God
(Lyrics by NILE from the album "Black Seeds of Vengeance")
Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadowsin the dimly lit Temple of
Anhur as we count the dead and vanquished by hacking off their
phalluses and piling the severed hands before the living stone
image of God.
The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated kneel in hopeless
Aquiescence as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serve
our father Anhur.
Yea we impale them on the massive stone member of the Ithyphallic
War God until the backs of their throats are torn out and their
bowels are ripped apart.
One by one we force the female captives to serve the Ahati until
the Gods legs are awash with blood and his phallus drips with
red and black gore Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m aba
neth Anhur.
We lay our bloodstained weapons of Iron on the altar of Anhur and
His Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies Like as unto
Menthu we have become Ithyphallic.
The mighty Sekhmet is with us.
Meanwhile, I think I'll see if those old people on one of the busses to Canada will be nice and save me a seat.
