Justice. Man. Justice.

I hunger for something to be right.

I hunger for rich men in powerful places that have lied for profit.

I hunger. For you permission.

I beg. For you to loan me the power of your numbers.

I will give my fucking software away just to make those who sell shit pay.

If you sell shit software? If you use shit software so you can print little pretty reports that lie.

If you fucking take one damn penny from one widow or one orphan.

Please. Please. Let we the people, bless me, with position.

The honor. Yay. The privilege.

Of exercise my right to beat dogs till they cough up we the people money.

I promise. I promise you I will never turn this ritheous anger on you.


I beg you. Beg you.

On my knees. That I will serve you for the rest of my days.. that I will beyond a shadow of a doubt, begin beating dogs that stand on two feet like men.

Please? Please.

Give me a place to stand with your support. Your protection.

And please.

Oh God please.

Deliver these evil fucks in to my hands.

I will give everything.

I will not ask for one penny for my software

If you please. Pretty please.

Let me investigate their records.

Oh Lord. Open the books. That we might know who is responsible for out pain.

And. Bless these fellow humans of mine with intelligence and the wisdom, to allow me the honor and privilege.

Of beating upper class ass.

Father? Bros and sis?

Let me serve you like you have never been served.

Open up the windows of heaven.

And pour me out a blessing.

If evil men, acting like dogs.

So that I might use the wonderful stick of accounting to beat the everlinging child out of every dog pretending to be a man.


Lord. Please open the eyes of this ignorant and lovable fools.

Pick me. Pick me. Give me a chance man.

Just once. Just a little.

Pick me.

Not as I will. No.

Thy will. Be done.

I waiting.

My whole life.

For your choice.

So. Buy one get one free.

Accounting for the practical and common man.

Stick. For the dog.

I. Own a dog beating stick +10 when welded against aristos and merchants.

Lord. Grant me the power to beat dog ass.

Vegence is thine.

May I pretty please? If I'm good? Can I have just a couple to beat?

Lead by example and all.

Teach men once again to walk on two feet.

Proud.

Every man with his own dog beating stick +10.

The magic stick.

Spare the rod? Spoil the dog.

So yes.

Vote Donnie G.

For all you dog beating needs.