These are works of fiction. There is no attempt made nor
desire extant to libel or otherwise cause malicious damage, loss,
public contempt, defamation, blasphemy, treason, sedition, or ridicule
to persons, cabals, governments, institutions, corporations, or assemblies
of inanimate objects, alien lifeforms, microorganisms, clergy, vegetables,
animals, or observed spatio-temporal reality.
If it is found that any extant entity or collection of entities
maintains an uncomfortable congruence to the caricatures and ridiculous
comedic exaggerations contained herein, the author offers his apologies
and condolences...
...and if you are still pissed off, you are invited to go pound
sand up your ass.
Conciliation has its limits.

Carnivore/DCS1000, RIP, Altivore, ECHELON, WinWhatWhere...
It's the Keystroke Kops!
New Weapons of Mass Consumption
Week 619!
Uncle Al's major disappointment with Canuckistan is that he
lived there. But first... Dr. Schund!
- Ask Dr. Schund
Dr. Schund, how may women luxuriously gorge on chocolate without suffering dreaded lips-to-hips syndrome?
- Ask Dr. Schund
What happens to racemic xenobiotics (drugs) whose abiological optical isomer(s) are pissed and crapped into American sewers?
- Great White Northern Voice Mail
Canadian voice mail is like unto a roc to a sparrow compared with American voice mail.
- The Canadian Gas Station
Uncle Al bristles with indignation every time he surrenders cash into a system of blatant corruption in which he does not participate except as victim - the Canadian gas station!
- A Monkey Could Do It
Chimps were taught English, with a word synthesizer for return commentary. Get ready for the National Chimp Crisis.
Beware cultures grown comfortable within their ancestors' nightmares.
FIGHT BACK! The future is wrought by the gifted - you, for instance.
A clever person would click for apotheosis: