WE, WE, WE, WE, WE, WE, WE AND WEE, WEE!!
Oh, yes, I frequently attended in my childhood the cult gatherings at Bohemia Grove, only I wasn't an elitist. I was a slave.
I believe it. You still are a slave you know.
You just have to understand how to untie the chains.
It's all in the cremation of CARE.
For it is the cares of this world that sprout up and choke out the word of life.
Throw CARE in lake of fire, and you'll be free indeed. But to do it requires nothing less than the grace of Jesus Christ.
Burn your Owls. For the Owl is a doleful bird of care. Care is for slaves. Care is not of Christ. Burn CARE!
BURN THAT BASTARD SLAVE MASTER CARE!