Touro Teaches Witchcraft!
See Witchcraft discussed Here:
And a preoccupation with Witchcraft discussed Here on page 16:
Really, do other Law Schools pay their faculty members to spend time on frivolous and Evil scholarship such as this? Does the ABA care about this sort of thing? Isn't it WEIRD!
I mean...WTF?
Law grads are thrown out into the street unprepared to make a living and drowning in debt for life, and can't find jobs. Did all of their Student Loan money go for stuff like this?
I mean...WTF?
Law grads are thrown out into the street unprepared to make a living and drowning in debt for life, and can't find jobs. Did all of their Student Loan money go for stuff like this?
MY WISH
My Wish for you is Boogers
and never ending Snot..
My wish is that you stand invisible, with lungs infected forever,
in front of a sea of Doctors, with no help
to starve at a banquet
to perish from thirst while swimming a long, long time ago in a subterranean fresh water Ocean.
My wish is to sell my soul to the Devil
and plead with him to grant me one wish
To call upon people annoyed and unknown, unremembered and
dead for hundreds of thousands of years,
and ask for their help in placing a Celtic Curse so powerful upon thee,
so as to render you unhappy, and bankrupt, and alone,
My wish,
is to go back in time.
I wish I never set foot in your doors
and had the unholy arts planted in my mind
by you...
JD Painter
Start anywhere and follow a line with your eyes. Damn amazing and mysterious, and makes me damn proud to be part Irish, although a 100 percenter once told me once that I'm not a real Irish person because of my mixed blood. I told my late grandfather (a 100 percenter) the story and he told me not to worry. And he was all mine 100 percent. My Irish Grandfather.
(I just Love Red Hair)
For A Spider
Thou wretched, wicked, vile creature
cursed in every loathsome feature.
What evil courage,
what demon's gall
hath inspired thee to crawl
along dark alleyways of pain
between red ripples
in my brain?
Poison! Poison! Bloody Black,
the bile in thy bloated back.
It curdles, bubbles, spews and sputters
It swells the ID's Primevil gutters
(This part to be sung in a higher register)
and fragile
sensitive
and bare
the neurons strewn in byways there...
burst beneath thy jerky tread
and splotch grey walls with
dripping
dread
By, JD Painter
The Lum of the Ohjourd-wee (Today's Man)
