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Two groups: the klan and the anti-klan.

The klan: tolerant peaceful group united by the aspects that they live life on the fun side and BEARLY (ha ha) get their fur ruffled. Capable of laughing at themselves and at others. Believers in free speech and the American way. Amused by their stupidity and the stupidity of others. Entertained by their creative postings, the creative postings by others and especially the stupid postings by the anti-klan. Harmonious in the idea that one not take life TOO SERIOUSLY.

The anti-klan: INTOLERANT hateful group united by the aspects that they live life deeply burdened because everyone else does not conform to their own thoughts and ideas. God-fearing bible thumping Christians incapable of realizing that they are in themselves close-minded (intolerant of the beliefs and opinions of others; stubbornly unreceptive to new ideas). Need I say that again? Afraid to even look at their own naked body because they can’t stop the thoughts from coming in their head that they might be perverts because they see a naked body only in a sexual aspect and not as “just a naked body”. And God forbid that they look into the toilet before they flush, lest they see those
pornographic turds that they have just expelled from their bodies. They have been beaten by their fathers and mothers and grandfathers and grandmothers as a way of discipline. Let’s be assured that they are beating their own children (if they have any) as a way of discipline because that is the way of life. I can just see it… little 6 year old Susie drops chocolate ice cream on the $ 6.00 white carpet runner that was bought from Wal-Mart and has been placed carefully on the floor just inside the entry door to their single-wide mobile-home next to the public land fill. Mr. FATmouth immediately pulls his belt off and whips the living shit out of her. Next, he finds his 12 year old son Johnny in his bedroom looking at picture of a glorious woman in a Playboy centerfold he found at the landfill, and Mr. FATmouth retrieves the nearly worn out paddle board to TEACH JOHNNY A LESSON. After Mr. FATmouth finishes his 2 hour beating of little Johnny, he tells his wife to fix his meal and that he will be leaving soon for work (at the town’s waste water treatment plant where Mr. FATmouth is the SENIOR TURD INSPECTOR). He wife is eager to fix his meal of “triple bean soup” (she got the recipe from Master Chef Vapor’s cooking book “Dollar Store Specialties”) because she knows that as soon as he is gone, she will be next door getting her nightly fill of sex by a guy is only knows by the name of Indy. As Mr. FATmouth exits the door, he reminds the kids “don’t be playing with that boy at the end of the street, the boy with that white bear toy.” He gets on his bicycle in the pouring rain and rides the 12 mile route to work, the same one he’s been doing the last 22 years. Little Johnny can’t wait till he’s old enough to join the army, not because he loves his country, but because he wants to get away from his father.

Because they have been abused by their parents to prevent the creation of a person with an open-mind, they feel a strong need to control the actions of others. They are known as the anti-klan.

THEY JUST HATE IT WHEN SOMEONE IS HAVING A GOOD TIME (no one getting injured, abused, hurt, molested).
Oh, I almost forgot… they are very paranoid. As you will see in a photo / post below, they have the delusions of ending the klan, showing that they feel the need to resort to violence because they lack the ability to control an open-minded free thinking group known as the klan.

Did I miss anything in my excogitation?
Love, Mr. Stupid!