• BOB

    From Andrew Squires@RICKSBBS to All on Sat Feb 14 06:46:45 2026
    Do what keepeth thou from wilting
    shall be the loophole in the law.

    His directives have been discovered
    on supposedly blank audio tape and
    video cassetes, and one young
    SubGenius swears a speaking Dobbshead
    appeared to him on the video
    game, GORF.

    Some are convinced his "thermal
    sense" is so acute that he can look
    at a bed and see the 'heat outline'
    of someone who slept there days
    earlier.

    Another thing: although most American
    food IS dangerous to human life, and
    godawful radiations pour from every
    appliance and power-line, REMEMBER:
    SubGeniuses are mutants anyway.

    So how do you get a healthy,
    slackful outlook in the
    face of rampant ecohell?
    YOU PLUNGE INTO ECOHELL
    HEAD FIRST.

    But there is one medicine more
    powerful than all the contamination
    in New Jersey, and that medicine
    is SLACK.

    We eat the broccoli to gain its
    patience and virtue...We drink of
    the Hops and Grain to partake of
    their slow, slow yet wise Judgement
    and in return sacrifice to them
    our Coordination.

    Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

    Too much is always better
    than not enough.

    If you act like a dumbshit,
    they'll treat you as an equal.

    Science does not remove
    the terror of the gods.

    Dear Querant into the profundities
    of This Twisted Randomness We Call
    Reality: IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE?

    The stupider it looks, the more
    important it probably is.

    "Bob" is the gun
    and you are the bullet.

    This religion is about
    the scary part.

    Don't just eat a hamburger...
    eat the HELL out of it.

    "BOB" DOES NOT MAKE PLANS, BUT
    HE POSSESSES A PLAN.
    And not just one plan. Many plans.

    Normal, rational, causational thinking
    confuses "Bob" and lowers him to human
    functioning. It is WRONG for "Bob".

    I'd rather be lucky than good ANY day.

    DO NOT QUESTION THE MEANING
    "BEHIND" THE PIPE.

    A SubGenius must be steadfast as the
    mighty amoeba and stray not one R.C.H.
    from the every-which-way Path o'"Bob."

    The Slack that can be described
    is not the true Slack.

    SLACK is neither created
    nor destroyed.
    If you don't have it,
    it's somewhere it
    shouldn't be.

    SLACK: a surge of uncorrupted
    gumption, an explosion of
    the "self" - not obliterating
    it, but BLOATING it.

    The only problem with enlightenment is
    if you THINK you got it,
    you DIDN'T GET IT.

    Thinking about perfection
    will only screw you up.

    Slack is not simply "Not Giving a Shit."
    It is more like "Giving a Shit FREELY."

    Fuck those who'd tell us what's "Good".

    Death makes you get off your ass.

    Cattle mutilations - Harbingers of the
    Aquarian Age or Hamburgers for Wotan??

    The key to your problems:
    The world IS against you.

    You are owed a living and every day
    should be payday.

    Blow off all Leave It To Beaver myths.

    The One Last Truest Law of SLACK:
    Slack comes first!

    Perhaps...sidestepping IS the issue.

    Patriot or Alien?
    Personal Saviour or False Prophet?
    Nurd or Hero?
    Inspired Madman or Complete Jackass?

    The sleep of reason begets monsters.

    ..."Bob's" grin, while
    innocent-looking,
    also implies a
    hellish ultimate horror...

    "Larry" is the most Void of the Holy
    GrinTrinity, as opposed to "Moe" of the
    Left Brain and "Curly" of the Right.

    I weigh 666 pounds in zero gravity,
    COME AND GET ME!!!!!

    They say a godzillion is the highest
    number there is. Well, by God!
    I count to a godzillion and ONE!!

    The natural order of things is far
    too confusing to be accurately
    depicted using the
    street laws of Truth.

    Is this a message, a message from
    "BOB"? Or is this just some dumb
    meaningless Bobbie-dream?

    It took a genius to invent it but it
    only takes a monkey to detonate it.

    "Bob" sold it.
    I bought it.
    That settles it!

    1986: "Bob" prevents Halley's Comet
    (actually a space vampire-laden
    "cocoon")
    from destroying Earth.

    1982: Dobbs blackmails U.S. Gov't into
    admitting it lied about Vietnam,
    Nicaragua, etc. Public doesn't
    care. Nothing results.

    1984: Baboon heart accidentallly
    transplanted into human baby;
    it unexpectedly works.

    1989: A Dobbshead is found carved
    into a Martian crater by 1st
    manned Mars landing party.

    1990: Vatican moved to Mexico City.

    1991: Bulletproof robots run most
    convenience stores.

    1991: Disneyland converted to
    Open Murder Park.

    1993: American Indians also declare
    independence, take over North
    and South Dakotas. Successful
    enough to loan money to
    United States.

    1997: Living clones of Elvis, Hitler,
    Jimi Hendrix, and JFK lead
    mankind to finally crush
    forever the threat from the
    Hollow Earth (details unclear).

    Cut out the big Dobbshead, shellac
    it onto a fancy plaque, surround it
    with skulls, guns, swords, other
    meaningful knick-knacks, and
    PRESTO you have an ALTAR!

    DONATE BUCKS TO "BOB"! Spend like
    there's no tomorrow. There isn't.

    For most people, taking a "wind break"
    is hit or miss, lasting no more than
    a couple of seconds.

    Make religion a kick-ass adventure!
    Self-help through raising hell!

    Can't help but chuckle at
    International Crises?
    You'll laugh all the way to
    the fully equipped
    survival shelter when "Bob"
    lets you in on the
    REAL JOKE!

    CONTACT ALIENS - both benevolent
    AND evil. They reveal themselves
    to the worthy.

    Dobbstown is the best
    place to receive
    certified Acubeating,
    the Healing Art involving
    transferral of pain that
    some wits have dubbed
    "The Laying On of Sledgehammers."

    On that promised day, when
    the giant Pipe-shaped spaceship
    lands on the White House lawn,
    when that great hand comes down
    out of a hole in the clouds to
    lift us up, will YOU be aboard??

    If the Smoke from "Bob's"
    Pipe is no longer rising
    to Heaven, HOW CAN OUR
    PLANET STILL EXIST?

    "Bob" asks you to give up
    only your wallet, and a
    relatively insignificant
    portion of your mind.
    The Conspiracy wants you
    to GIVE UP, PERIOD.

    For we, too, have an "Eye,"
    and that Eye is
    "Bob." He is the telephone
    by which Man can
    harass the very gods.

    He can 'apport' objects -that is,
    expel impossible things
    spontaneously from his mouth or
    other openings. He once terrified
    a diplomat's wife by apporting a
    great pile of Pipes out onto her bed.

    Some say he emits 'chirps'
    in the dark to help
    find his way around
    by an echolocation sense
    similar to a bat's.

    Wielding the Laser
    Finger of Unrelenting
    Humiliation in a
    zeal-fevered studlust of
    territorial sexhurt domination!!

    THEY are the ones who brought
    this Buck Rogers monstrosity of
    microchips and inflation, nothing
    makes sense anymore and everything
    costs too much, the weather is weird,
    WHY DID THEY DO IT?

    This planet will be
    sold down the river as sure
    as Lee Harvey Oswald's
    clone cashed the
    Conspiracy's checks!

    WHERE is the blood on DOBBS'S
    head? His head is utterly healed,
    not a rent, not a contusion...he's
    JUST a Head, with a Pipe, I mean,
    how do you know if he's even got
    a DICK?

    After the Pelting of the Pastor
    with Coin, the Pastor should
    preach a Waiver of Blame; all
    Members agree as loudly as possible
    that they are not "guilty" of anything,
    or if they are, that they are
    PROUD of it.

    We keep getting these HINTS.
    Little integrated Hints of
    meaning that are much more
    fun than the longer hours of
    non-meaning. Hints that
    THE WORLD OWES US A LIVING.

    Our minds are too WELL-WORN,
    too SMUDGED and STAINED to be
    completely washed by their
    insidious "mind-cleaning"
    techniques.

    "Bob" can handle the aliens
    but we must police ourselves.

    Slack is like freedom, but
    unlike freedom it brings no
    responsibility.

    Isn't there an easier way?
    We need answers we can reach
    safely, at home, in our spare
    time.

    False Work, done only for money,
    without fun, is a SIN against
    YOU ALMIGHTY (unless it's a
    LOT of money).

    Slack is a QUEST.

    THESE are the REAL issues:
    Man, God, the Amoeba, DNA,
    Sex, and a Truly GOOD
    Hamburger.

    We don't know if there
    really are quarks, whereas
    here we have proof of the
    "BOB" Particle.

    It's "Bob." "Bob" is the TRUE
    Mind Storm, the GODLY Lobe
    Explosion in your skull.

    But...how can we know the
    Goodness of Heaven lest we have,
    for comparison, vomited in the
    porcelain bowls of hell?

    The other partner may be a
    "Slack Vampire," draining it away
    with endless demands. It is so hard
    to change a Slack Vampire that the
    person in this situation is advised
    to "Give Up". Call it quits.

    It's a cinch the government
    won't support the elderly
    much longer.

    Sodom and Gomorrah were nuked
    by angels for not being
    perverted ENOUGH, and Knossos
    was microwaved for NO REASON
    AT ALL.

    The crudest ones drag people into
    their saucers and hypnotize them.

    WOTAN may have some pretty vile
    plans but at least they don't
    include permanent mummification
    of our life-spirits so that
    loathsome elementals can lay EGGS
    in our bodies.

    You can forget Spielberg's "cute"
    extraterrestrials." There ARE some
    of those but they're in the same
    boat we are.

    Technoboredom manifests itself in
    the subliminal-reality areas of the
    frontal lobes of the brain and causes
    the person afflicted to garner
    intense satisfaction from
    commercial inanity.

    We've been wrong about two major
    things. Our leaders DON'T "mean
    well," and they AREN'T stupid.

    There were originally eight days
    in the week. The eighth was Hellesday,
    when evil beings reigned supreme...
    like Halloween and April Fool's Day
    all in one. The day you fucked up on...

    The One-World Religion foretold in
    ALL BIBLES is here TODAY and you can
    NOW CASH IN on it's RELENTLESS ERUPTION.

    Going without "Bob's" word is like
    taking a long journey without a map.
    You'll backtrack, wander aimlessly,
    go over rough, bumpy roads on
    irritating detours.


    Andy
    telnet://ricksbbs.synchro.net:23
    http://ricksbbs.synchro.net:8080
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