The last of the Mohawks
The good father here to say "Well Hello" in a gecko like voice to the world. It has been long since my last communiqué and I feel that I must give some word to the huddled and deprived masses. Oh, did I say deprived, I meant Depraved. As the school year is now if full swing and my bleeding heart is flowing strong, (at least for now that is) for the sad unfortunate souls that have been placed in my charge. I am happy to do the work even when a few of those tit suckers as my good disciple spoke of are causing problems. I am displeased with the fact that these malicious malcontents crowed the unholy halls of my temple and violate the sanctity of my most noble and holy self by acting like the courts fool and the organ grinders monkey. I sit in my high seat, the new one since the heathen spawn desecrated my previous thrown, I see weak and foolish children that act like and look like Bincki the Clown and need mandatory spade and neutering. Today, a student entered into my dominion and had a Mohawk on his head, not an Indian but a 80’s fan head. It was a flash from my preteen era, I thought that Michael Jackson was still moon walking and crouch grabbing, but then my world returned when I saw a kid with a bolt in every visible and probably invisible body part. I know I am bitter sounding, but know that I love what I do, being god is very fulfilling.