Stop and smell the coffee

We had another successful mission last night.  Across the street by the old hospital parking lot, we put up these fliers in the interest of furthering our illogical agenda.  This morning we went back, and lots of tabs were taken.

In a fantasy life, each of those slips of paper will make it's way into a church or government institution, left to molder and subtly infiltrate the brainpans of innocent and guilty alike.  Some day, we tell ourselves, those so-called normal people will have to take a back seat to the BULL GOOSE LOONY.

It's like an itch you can't burn with a butane plumbers torch.  Nobody expects anything more than obscure references to Igor Stravinsky and his plan to rule Europe and North Africa.