Post by emokid on Mar 31, 2010 14:04:49 GMT -6
Tyler Guevara stands outside of a church. A look of menace streams his face. He wears an anarchy shirt, black jeans, and black converses.
TYLER GUEVARA: I have found solace in the suffering of America. The passing of this health-care bill made millions of Americans mad, which in retrospect makes me happy. I'm not the only one. There are followers of mine. People that belive the same things I do. They are my ministry of hate. A ministry that preaches on the true "values" of this country. Nobody wants you to know the truth , but I know. You'd think, the feeble minded sheep that you are, that no one would follow me. You think that just because you are arrogant patriots that really believe that this country is the greatest ever.
This is a church. Millions of people, every sunday flock to these sanctuarues of praise only to leave indifferent. You people believe that Jesus is really going to change you after one Sunday of praise. This proves my theory, that you people are nothing more than leeches sucking off the traditon of America. Nothing more that termites trying to get you fill of the American wood. It sickens me that you parasites don't see that. It's a shame. It's a real shame.
My ministry was watching Wrestlestock, and they caught the Balance of Power Scaffold match, and they were sickened at the thought tht a hardcore patriot such as Jack Clinton gets a title shot. I fought so hard to get where I am, and to be stolen away from this hardcore American suck up, this vampant flag waver, made us all sick. The last thing we need is another patriotic champion.
Jack, you got lucky at Wrestlestock. You hold on to that briefcase, because I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you away from that championship. you know, the same one you kept me away from last Sunday. You may not look at me, or my minstry as a threat, but believe me when I say I'm the biggest threat to you since 2008. It's my duty, and my privilege to keep you from acheiving your dreams, Jack. It'll prove to you that freedom is nothing more than a fairytale, and that dreams are just that, dreams. Just like mine, or my ministry of Hate, they are meant to be dashed.
Guevara picks up a random glass bottle, smashes it against the church, and runs off. The camera fades to black.
TYLER GUEVARA: I have found solace in the suffering of America. The passing of this health-care bill made millions of Americans mad, which in retrospect makes me happy. I'm not the only one. There are followers of mine. People that belive the same things I do. They are my ministry of hate. A ministry that preaches on the true "values" of this country. Nobody wants you to know the truth , but I know. You'd think, the feeble minded sheep that you are, that no one would follow me. You think that just because you are arrogant patriots that really believe that this country is the greatest ever.
This is a church. Millions of people, every sunday flock to these sanctuarues of praise only to leave indifferent. You people believe that Jesus is really going to change you after one Sunday of praise. This proves my theory, that you people are nothing more than leeches sucking off the traditon of America. Nothing more that termites trying to get you fill of the American wood. It sickens me that you parasites don't see that. It's a shame. It's a real shame.
My ministry was watching Wrestlestock, and they caught the Balance of Power Scaffold match, and they were sickened at the thought tht a hardcore patriot such as Jack Clinton gets a title shot. I fought so hard to get where I am, and to be stolen away from this hardcore American suck up, this vampant flag waver, made us all sick. The last thing we need is another patriotic champion.
Jack, you got lucky at Wrestlestock. You hold on to that briefcase, because I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you away from that championship. you know, the same one you kept me away from last Sunday. You may not look at me, or my minstry as a threat, but believe me when I say I'm the biggest threat to you since 2008. It's my duty, and my privilege to keep you from acheiving your dreams, Jack. It'll prove to you that freedom is nothing more than a fairytale, and that dreams are just that, dreams. Just like mine, or my ministry of Hate, they are meant to be dashed.
Guevara picks up a random glass bottle, smashes it against the church, and runs off. The camera fades to black.
