Indian Point...A Story of What If? Will You Survive? Do You Want To?

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Indian Point...A Story of What If? Will You Survive? Do You Want To?

Will you survive the barrage of lurid fantasies, comic-book scenarios, and impossible exaggerations thrown out on the web every day by the daffy duo of hate?You see, two unemployed fifty year olds, with no children, and no family ties, have become good web-companions, sharing a desire to spark an anti-nuclear rennaissance in the Westchester-Connecticut corridor. Although they represent no one, and are totally isolated (except for each other), they began by using 18 different blogs to simulate a crowd, when no crowd exists. Their names are Remy and Sherwood. By using maximum web outreach over a three month effort, they managed to add a third name, (AntinuclearWalter), but many suspect Walter to just be Alter. (An alter ego for Sherwood, writing under a pseudonym).But what the heck, maybe they upped their little imaginary army's numbers by 50%, and added a new web-companion named Walter.It's still an embarrassing little splinter cell, unemployed nightbirds, smoking pot late into the night, and spouting endless offensive blog-dreck about Indian Point. You would think marijuana abuse might taper off as men approached their 60's, and senility, and all those prostate problems, but no, no, no, no.... they keep right on suckin down those dubbies! The aging eccentric from Connecticut, Remy, has had a long career as a UFO researcher, and has uncovered Russia's use of illegal psychotronic death rays, pointed no doubt, directly at Remy's mother's house, where he still lives with his Mom at 25 Newtown Turnpike in Weston. Don't worry that I write his address here, he has written it on line dozens of times, asking for contributions to support his UFO library fund. Besides, UFO's use a completely alien mapping system, and do not need your address to find you, anyhow. The aging eccentric from Peekskill, Sherwood, has just put his own real address, 351 Dyckman street, online asking for Protonic Poets to send him anti nuclear poetry, for which he will pay $1000. If all this sounds extremely oddball, it gains this quality from Sherwood'n'Remy's personal outlook on life, which is to ignore everything but Indian Point, but to then go ahead and hate the one thing you think about all the time, Indian Point. Don't the head doctors call that "Obsessive Compulsive Disease"? I think that's what it's called. So will you survive being exposed to it? Do you want to? Will we all be obliterated by psychotronic junkscience rays coming at us out of Sherwood's house in Peekskill? Probably.

Looks like we are all doomed.

(I guess we better send Sherwood'n'Rem, that $300 check they are asking for, to be saved on the mothership with them)








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