Yeah. Yeah. Yeah-fucking-Yeah. And here's me wishing for you the kind of year that only Stephen King could dream up. Short of it: I hope you all get fucked over, truly fucked over. I wish you death and disease. I wish you poverty and abuse. I wish you a joyless, Godless year. I wish you . . . well, I done wished it, ain't I.

Happy New Year, Everyone.

I love ya, Saddam Hussein! And I figure I'll be seeing ya right real soon.

Oh, yeah -- and a whole lot of preachers and priests wish you not to forget them or . . . the "sad things they did to you and yours in the name of God." -- Ya know the ones I mean, the ones who molested you, lied to you, and otherwise got over on you big-time in the name of that God whom you all so desperately believe in. Yup.

Be seeing ya, all of you!

---- The Dark Prince ---