Summa contra idiota(? Check the Latin with Tom)

THE COMMUNIST(?) MANIFESTO
*Note to selves - look up communist in the dictionary to be sure it's not just a cool-sounding word.

It has come to our attention that this 'blog' has been allowed to deteriorate - there have been no 'posts' in nearly two months.

We, Christian Cripple and NOT Drunken Tom have decided that we must take drastic action to restore this 'blog' to its former glory...not that it had much glory to it to begin with. That's definitely the biggest priority around here - getting it some respectability. Especially seeing as the idiot allegedly 'writing' this 'blog' has decided to go and leave Disabled Histories incomplete. We'll have to remedy that as well.

With All Hallows coming up, we have decided to undertake a series of 'posts' centered around All Hallows and the images that it conjures. It's All Hallows for me right now - damn mead! Please ignore CLEARLY Drunken Tom, thank you.

As I was saying, I have a 'post' in the works which will discGOD ALMIGHTY HELP US! DEMONS! INCUBI! SUCCUBI! SAINTS PRESERVE US!

Tom, please do me a favour and stop drinking. The 'demons' you see are 'visiting' you because you had a little too much Granville Island tonight. I really wish you hadn't found out that you're partial to Kitsilano Maple Cream Ale. In fact, didn't you write somewhere in your Summa that drunkenness was akin to insanity? Oh, you'll write a post about that this month? Splendid! Joe, help CLEARLY drunken Tom to bed, will you?

Where was I? Oh, yes. I have a 'post' in the works which will discuss how awesome - coughNOTcough - it is that the medieval period is populated by angels and demons who seem to be hellbent on making me pay for my sins. Apparently this is a popular view elsewhere in the internets and in 'books'. Note to self: write a post one of these days about how modern 'books' are not books - where the heck are the pictures, for one thing? This age has clearly gotten out of touch with the awesomeness that is picture books.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! IT'S CONTRA IDIOTAM! IF YOU ASK ME, YOU'RE THE IDIDEMON!DEMON! WHERE'S AN ANGEL TO SAVE YOU WHEN YOU NEED ONE?! THIS 'TITLE' OF 'ANGELIC DOCTOR' IS UTTERLY USEful. Trust me, Tom - you'll be glad I finished that word for you.

Right. Joe, you go get the Devil costume and I'll just sit here or something. Hey, we could use that pitchfork over there! I'll go try to pick it up so Joe can add it to his Devil costume. Hopefully that will scare Tom into passing out right here and now so we can get him to bed and get a decent night's sleep in exchange. I know he's got some inner demons but, dear God, must the entire world hear all about them?

And if that fails, I'll just tell him to read Angels and Demons by some guy called Dan Brown. That should do it.

Aw, crap. I just realised that Tom had to go and screw up what started out as a right proper manifesto. Eh. I'm too lazy to rewrite it, so I'll just append our names here. We can always write a proper manifesto later (by which I mean I will write it later).

The Ithst day of the Xstth month in anno Domini MMVIII.

Christian Cripple.
NAWTdrookntmmmChristian Cripple (for VERY drunken Tom).
Joe He's not important enough to be included in a manifesto.