mouth of the volcano

It's the same old site. I like to think of it as the "Classic Version". And apparently the site has been down for almost exactly a year, because if you look on the previous post, you will see that it's dated September 30th, 2003, which is almost exactly a year ago. I can't remember exactly when the server exploded, but I will never forget the image of that little girl running down the street with her skin on fire. It was the worst calamity in the history of the Great Cajun Nation of Israel. But, you know, life goes on. We pick ourselves up off the ground and brush the phosphate dust off our knees, and say a prayer of thanks for the phosphate's superior blood-clotting properties. You just sprinkle some of that onto an open wound, and it stings like the dickens but it forms a scab real quick, and you don't ruin your bermuda shorts. You also want to avoid the sharks.

We in the Great Cajun Nation of Israel are thankful for our crack police force, and are especially proud of their snappy uniforms. The SNOOPY Taskforce, under the direction of Brig. Gen. Grace Jones, has been investigating the Great Server Explosion of '03, and have come up with a list of suspects. At this point it is believed the calamity was the result of sabotage by a shadowy group of fundamentalist Scientologists, led by the blind Egyptian cleric John Travolta, who has thus far evaded capture. Travolta can run, but he can't hide. We're gonna smoke him out, and then we're gonna bring him to justice. These extremists, I don't know how much more simply I can put it: you see, they hate freedom. They hate democracy. They hate what the Great Cajun Nation of Israel stands for. We have to stand up to these enemies of freedom. That's why I've implemented a 6:00 curfew. And watch what you say, pinko.