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The mermaid myth goes back donkey's years, if your donkey has a lifespan of millenia, and is a feature of almost every cultural lore. It seems that pretty much everyone at one time or another has thought about sticking it up a fish.
The prevalence of their stories leads a certain soft-headed category of numbskull to entertain the notion that mermaids and the like are not merely fictional. These half-wits seek to bolster their delusion with "historical" references - that Homer's Sirens were in fact an early Mermaid allusion, or that Chrisopher Columbus sighted them in the Caribbean. NO THEY WEREN'T, AND NO HE DIDN'T. The Sirens anyhow are FICTIONAL and while Columbus might have seen something, IT WASN'T MERMAIDS.
fig 1: a dugong (not a mermaid)
trees in bud
The story of Columbus touches on a common explanation for the phenomena: if you, a salty sea dog, have been stuck on a ship for months on end with no means to satisfy your base urges, it is, apparently, easy to see how you might mistake this (see fig 1), or God save us all, this (see fig 2), for something like this (see fig 3). It's NOT easy. It's fucking abhorrent, is what it is.
fig 2: a walrus (also not a mermaid)
fig 3: a mermaid, or artist's impression thereof
In today's moral cess-pit, where such voyages a thing of the past, the feeble-willed are lured instead by images like this (see fig 4) into accepting suggestive and lurid nonsense like this (see fig 5) without any thought as to the anatomical realities of the situation.
fig 4: the mer-lure
fig 5: the mer-trap
And when we say "anatomical realities", what we're really getting to is the nitty. The gritty. The hub and the nub and the rub. The reason why this whole sordid subject needs to be dispatched once and for all into the bin of irretrievable WRONG: however sunk in sin you may be, however deluded by blind lust and deviant fetish, THERE IS NO PENETRATION OPTION HERE. Your base impulses will go UNSPENT and that is the way it should be, because if the Good Lord wanted this kind of coupling HE WOULD HAVE PROVIDED FOR IT. But he didn't. Because he doesn't.
But does this stop the wooly-minded from pursuing their fantasies? No, it does not. And so on it goes, our culture forever contaminated by the lascivious posturing of the little aqua-tramp above. Meanwhile, any guesses as to what this fucking nonce (see fig 6) thinks he's playing at, please send in to the usual address.
fig 6: a merman, for the bloodied splinters of the cross
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So far, so bloody awful. The serious issue is how we answer the questions, "Where's it all leading?" And "Where will it all end?" Because if there is one thing that history teaches us, beyond dates of battles and ascensions to power by leading political figures, and the evolution of systems of government, and the way all the military and socio-political struggles over the millenia have slowly moved us towards an ideal of self-determination while never actually achieving it as a result of the ever present maxim that power tends to corrupt while absolute power corrupts absolutely, in addition to elucidating the context for major inventions or artistic compostions indicating why those innovations were so necessary at the time, prompting the observation that "cometh the hour, cometh the man" and so on - if there is ONE thing that history teaches us, it's that once mankind with its treacherous arrogance gets an idea in its head, it never ever knows where to bloody stop.
Case in point: the humble cow, our rolling-gaited friend (see fig 7). Trundling about the fields and meadows, mooing softly while pumping out the calcium, milk-wise. Yielding jackets and shoes and cheese and yogurt and the sort of trousers popularised by such performers as Michael Hutchence, cuckolding lead singer of top Australian beat combo INXS. Surely, you'd think, this example of God's Mercy and care is enough to be left unmolested?
fig 7: the cow
fig 8: the mercow (bovine head)
Apparently fucking not. Observe, if you can possibly stand it, this offence to God and Man. A revolting abortion of an idea that should never have been conceived...
The Mercow, in its alternative incarnations (see figs 8 and 9).
By the tortured groans of Calvary. Who in their right mind comes up with this sort of filth? Even the most "liberal" and "progressive" cancer in the blood of righteousness recoils in disgust. But do they ever look to themselves, or see this as the logical destination of their "culturally approved" miscegenation-worship, made manifest every time they put Ariel in the DVD player? Do they Satan's own cock.
fig 8: the mercow (piscine head)
So this is why this whole mer-genus, and the so-called "culture" that supports it, are to be resisted, with force if it comes to it. It's not cute, it's unnatural, it spits in the face of the design of the Almighty Himself and it leads, inexorably and maliciously, to this kind of shit.
Oh, and finally, ha-ha. Very funny. Laugh all the way to your own oblivion...
