____ ______ __/ _/_ \ _/__ ________ _________ ________ ________ \ ____)__/ __ )_/ ______/_ \ __ )_/ ______/_/ _____/\ / \) / (/ / ________/ / (/ / ________/ \) / \___ \ /____/ /____ / /____/ /____ /_________/ \____/ \____/ \____/ \____/ \____/ ____ /___/ ____ ________ ________ _________ ___ ______ __/ _/_ ________ ______ ______ / _____/_ _____/\ __ __ )_ \ __ )\ ____)_ ____/_/ ) __ )_ / \) / \) / (/ (/ / / (/ / \) / ______/ /___/ (/ / /____ \ /________/___/__/ /__/___/ /\___ \ /___ /___/ /___/ / \____/ \___/ \___/ \___/ \___/ \___/ ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: t h e n e o - c o m i n t e r n i n s t a l l m e n t 5 0 WE ARE THE 5th INTERNATIONAL February 1st, 1999 editor: BMC writers: Cog Gnarly Wayne Junior Haagis BMC Komrade B ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . featured in this installment: . I Like The Word "Abolish"- Cog . Frankfurters, Frankfurters, Frankfurters- Gnarly Wayne . Betting With Satan- Junior Haagis . Tales From The Sea- Komrade B . In Support Of MooN MonsTars- BMC . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; I'd like to propose a toast to the friends of the comintern! Here's to all of the writers who have been of great help to The N-Com in the past 50; thanks to Komrade B for helping The Comintern get boosted and flying this time out; thanks to Diznane for being a consistant supplier of quality litrityoure, to Jovan for spicing the blue and white up with the spiciest of spices in several very special installments; Thanks to Wiznane for the great idea developments of late. I'd like to dedicate this issue to you; that's right; to you, you and you! P * A * I * X * ! ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . I LIKE THE WORD "ABOLISH" . by: Cog . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; "Jesus Wept" -The Bible Sometimes you just need a premise. A premise, no matter how sad, is still a premise. And it should be treated as such: If only the abolitionists were still around today. After abolishing slavery years ago, they had a choice to make: Abolish other things, or fade into obscurity. They chose the latter, but have you ever wondered -- just for a moment -- what would have happened if they had continued abolishing? What would they have abolished next? Read on, dear reader... IF YOU DARE! Things that should be abolished: 1. My brother Paul 2. Luke-warm water cuz it's for pussies 3. Joni Mitchell's ass face 4. Chris Farley tributes 5. Chris Farley's dead body 6. Swedish mimes 7. Music 8. People with deformaties who try to touch me on the bus (i.e. ben) 9. Abolitionists who try to abolish other abolitionists (enough east coast- west coast bullshit, you guys) 10. The environment But what if the abolitionists weren't satisfied just abolishing things? What if they felt like UN-abolishing things? Then they would draw up a list of: Things that should be UN-abolished: 1. Slavery (But try it with the French this time) 2. Channel 1 3. Saturday Night Live '80 4. Greek gods, and some of the Roman ones (YOU decide!) 5. The Norse Valkyries 6. Alchohal 7. Details of Raul Julia's sordid affair with Satanism 8. Sodomy in Utah (and ONLY in Utah; this is related to number seven) 9. Raheem the Dream 10. RATT, who should then be violently abolished again, then murdered Well, that's about it. If you would like to learn more about the subject of ABOLITION, there are many informative books at your local lending library. If you're interested in finding abolitionists near you, check your local Yellow Pages under the heading "Abolition", or call our worldwide hotline number at 1-888-ABOLISH. Every sixth caller has a chance at winning tickets to see Krokus live in concert! So if it's busy, keep trying! ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . FRANKFURTERS, FRANKFURTERS, FRANKFURTERS . by Gnarly Wayne . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; I awoke to the sound of frankfurters frying. "Hmmm..." I thought. "That's odd, my alarm clock usually is not a frankfurter." Casting aside my evil blanket, my evil covers, and putting on my friendly slippers, I made my way to the shower. My eyebrow arched as frankfurters rained down upon my naked body. "Odd", the thought whispered into my mind. After fixing myself a breakfast of eggs and toast, both which were actually frankfurters, I continued to drive my frankfurter car to work. On the way, I noticed a few small changes in the world around me. For instance, instead of clouds, large frankfurters floated on by. The buildings also had been transformed into frankfurters. People riding by in their frankfurters cars were also frankfurters. After contemplating a lifetime of living with frankfurters, I drove my frankfurter car over the frankfurter bridge into the frankfurter river. I thought it ironic as I choked on a frankfurter that I actually quite liked frankfurters. ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . BETTING WITH SATAN . by Junior Haagis . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; I recently lost a bet with Satan. Appearing to me in the tattoo on my fore-arm, he wagered I couldn't hold my breath for less than 12 seconds. "You're on!", I said. I then proceeded to hold my breath for 20 seconds. "There!", I said. "Now grant me my three wishes." "Oh did I say 12? I meant to say...one...hundred and....forty-....sev-.. ..nine!!!" "Oh booger!", I said, throwing my brownie to the ground."I bet you've got my soul now." "Uh...no."said Satan." It was just an idle bet between friends." "Well,...then..", I said," I..still...hate...losing." "Oh,well then here..",said Satan. And with a twitch of his nose, PRESTO! A crumpet appeared in my hand where my brownie used to be. "Wow!", I said,"You can do that?" "Of course!", said Satan."Who do you think invented the crumpet?" "I dunno.", I said."God?" "Why, yes Go-..DE-UT! BUP! D'OPE! DE-UP! NO, ME!! ME!!!" "I know. I know.", I said." I was jus' mirthin' ya!!" "Mirthin'...me..? DE-UT! D'OPE! BUP! KEE-YAT! KUP! B'OPE!" Since then, we've had many adventures together. Next time, I'll tell you the story when we found Grampa's old trunk from his circus days. And we say -- Buh-Bye!! ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . TALES FROM THE SEA . by Komrade B . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; It has been awhile since I last have been able to write down anything of my stay in the deep blue seas in the quaint city of Cavercus in the Weegie district (Just south of the Great Sea Bazaar, and just north of the the fifth dimension warp gate). I am getting a little carried away with the layout of the city. That is for a future issue that I hope to write soon. This article is about a horrible mishap that almost sparked the greatest war the earth had ever seen, and all of you did not even realize that it had occured. Or maybe you did....... We were watching cable, which is also very popular below the sea as TV under water is near impossible and interest in it by the locals is virtually non-existant. Anyways the great shells were chimed, and that was the signal to head down to the local rock yards for the mayor's speech. His news was that a large squadron of MoOn MOnStaRs were coming through the dimensional gate to trade with the elves. The supposed king of the MoNstarS was coming as well to sign a treaty with the city for future trading. Of course my instant distrust with my foul enemy boiled to the surface, but I said nothing, and showed no emotion or betrayed the plans that mixed within my head. They came, and the celebration was intense and went on for nights. The MoOn MonSTarS were nothing but perfect gentlemen. One even offered a piece of his breast so we could communicate. I, having a taste for their flesh, gleefully accepted the morsel, and he said hello and that he loved me. I motioned him to an out of the way corner where I beat and murdered him, and I ate much his palid, grey, stringy flesh, and moved on to implement further plans. As I explored their Moon hoppers I discovered many trinkets in their trunks that could only be secret weapons, and quickly I turned on the MoNStars and began destroying their whole sale. The elves stopped me and asked their Prince why I would do such a thing and I told them of the magic talismans in the hoppers, and also made up a story of their intent to poison us. It turned out that they were actually just finely crafted trinkets at rock bottom prices, and when I couldn't produce any evidence of poison, the king offered flesh so I could explain to him. I declined and stated that I had already ate more of their kind than I could possibly stand that night and that brought a roar of laughter from the surviving MoNStaRs. They forgot about my transgressions and I made love to the Kings's daughter. The war was averted by my gift of seed. Thank You  The End     [TABLE] (Not yet implemented. Please ignore any garbage, below.)  [42]Reply/ReplyAll/Forward-[43][IMAGE] [44]Delete-[45][IMAGE]  [46]Prev/Next Message-[47][IMAGE] [48]Close-[49][IMAGE]  [50]- [TABLE] (Not yet implemented. Please ignore any garbage, below.) Reply/ReplyAll/F ::::::::.:::..::...:.... ... .. . . .. ... ....:...::..:::.:::::::: . IN SUPPORT OF mOON MOnSTARs . by BMC . : . . . . . . .. ...................................; Hello, dear komrades. This is BMC, and I'm here to tell you the truth about MoOn MonSTars. When Komrade B spoke out about them several weeks ago, there was a bumrush of skeptical responses. Don't take that to mean that we gave Komrade B the bum's rush, but prepare for it to countered with a reaction of my own; in support of MoOn MonsTarS! In this article I am prepared to present evidence which will prove without a doubt the existance of MooN MonstaRs. I will also offer proof that these foul creatures are evil and must perish. Lastly, I will explain the MooN MonStArS methods of communication. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ The MooN mOnStRoLoGiCaL ArgUement MoOn MonStaRs are, by definition, the greatest monstars possible. A monstar who fails to exist in the actual world (while existing in other possible worlds) is less perfect than a monstar who exists in all possible worlds. The moon is a possible world. Therefore, MoOn MonsTars exist. There you have it. Quoted from Saint Anselm himself, it is proof that not only do MooN MonstaRs exist, but they have also existed for at least a thousand years. From this point forward, you may not feel comfortable debating the existance of MooN MoNsTars, and you may even feel like a fool for having ever doubted their existance. Well, now that I have set the record straight with what I will refer to as "absolute proof", you most likely ARE a fool! I must apologize, for I have become angry and released a great deal of built up anger (from hatred of moOn moNstars). +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Proof Of The Evil Of MoOn MonStarS Although a case of MooN moNstaR aggression has never been documented, reported, or even conceived of by most human beings, there is proof that the monstarS have evil intentions and must be publically humiliated and executed. Though we have no first-hand reports of the evil that these foul beasts perpetrate, we do have this founding statement by Nostradamus: He will come to go into the corner of Luna, Where he will be captured and put in a strange land. The unripe fruits will be the subject of great scandal, Great blame, to one great praise. Nostradamus Quatrain 9,6 Well there you have it. Nostradamus was always 100% right about everything, and now you all have absolute proof from the pen of Nostradamus that states that MooN MonsTars do disguise their evil intentions. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ The Method of mOoN monstaR Communication There are many types of communication. Humans, for example, communicate through use of speech, hand language, braile, radio, television, morse code and body language. Some creatures communicate through waves of electricity, and others communicate through means of telepathy. MooN moNstarS communicate with you when you feast on their flesh. A small taste is equivalent to a paragraph, whereas a bite is more like a discertation. Upon consumption of an entire MooN MoNsTaR you will have gained a large amount of the knowledge and wisdom that they held. If you find yourself in a state of disbelief, ask yourself whether it is more likely that they communicate through consuption of their flesh, or more likely that they have absolutely no means of communication whatsoever. The idea that these creatures would have no means of communication is ridiculous. Therefore, it is most likely that mOOn mOnStarS communicate by means of being feasted on. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ There you have it. mOoN MonStars exist, are evil, and must be destroyed and eaten. 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