The Dalai Lama Waste Land

In my own private search for meaning, I have taken personal offence to the one Mr. Dalai Lama. Don’t misunderstand me, if the lying sacks of shit who currently have a stranglehold on our means of production ever applied the teaching of Dali, we might actually get our societal gubbins together. As it stands, however, the Lama is nothing short of a cute, harmless project for the fake-left, and a distraction to the cause. Damn you Richard Gere. If I had my druthers, I would send Dolly to the Grand Liberal Petting Zoo, ostensibly located inside Ted Turner’s compound.

Seriously, we all need to wake the fuck up and come out from behind the grand façade of Imposterism in our midst. We need to stop putting The Dalai Lama on a fucking pedestal and see him for who he really is, namely, Teddy Ruxpin. You pull the pin, and he says cute little quotes. Beyond that he is useless. Don’t let the Regime fool you. The Dalai Lama is little more than a construct of the murderous bourgeois dogs like George W. Bush, Richard Gere, and Kobe Bryant. He has no place in our struggle for improvement, as these fucking pigs would have you believe. Stop being blinded by the foolish rhetoric of the inconsequential.

So I pray all of you take heed to a message purported by the Llama himself, that is – “If you have a particular faith or religion, that is good. But you can survive without it.” Dear Llama, we can, and will, survive without you.