Liberty Arose

I found Liberty pleasuring himself behind the rose bushes this morning. I was feeling particularly generous and charitable, so I let him complete the sinful act before scaring the bejesus out of him. Turns out he had borrowed one of my magazines I keep for *research* purposes in my secret bunker and he just couldn't control his wild animal lust.

For those of you who have read my earlier blog posts, you'll know that several years ago -- just before the atheist secular black humanist commie regime took over from the good Christians who used to run this once God-fearing land ... just before that tragic event that I'll mourn forever, I built a secret bunker under my garage to protect my family in the event of a nuclear fall-out or marauding masses of black thugs invaded our white suburb. Both of these events are yet to transpire. But this has not stopped me using the bunker for my *research* -- this is where I keep tabs (evidence, really) on all the disgusting pornographers out there who degrade women and drive Sudanese convert garden boys to desecrate my rose bushes.

I'm not sure how Liberty got hold of my research material, but I've confiscated it and returned it to the safety of my bunker, changed the locks and debriefed the fella. He will also spend the entire day replanting my entire rose bush section while repeating endlessly: I must not wank over master's magazines.

Fight the good fight.