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"Kissing Hank's Ass"

This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I found a well-groomed, nicely-dressed couple. The man spoke first:

John: "Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."

Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's ass with us."

Me: "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I want to kiss his ass?"

John: "If you kiss Hank's ass, he'll give you a million dollars. If you don't, he'll kick the shit out of you."

Me: "What? Is this some sort of shake-down?"

John: "NO! Hank is a billionaire philanthropist. Hank built this town. Hank OWNS this town. He can do whatever he wants, and what he wants is to give you a million dollars, but he can't ... unless you kiss his ass."

Me: "That doesn't make any sense."

Mary: "Who are you to question Hank's gift? Don't you want a million dollars? Isn't it worth a little kiss on the ass?"

Me: "Well maybe, if it's legit, but ..."

John: "Then come kiss Hank's ass with us."

Me: "Do you kiss Hank's ass often?"

Mary: "Oh yes, all the time."

Me: "And has he given YOU a million dollars?"

John: "Well no. You don't actually get the money until you ... leave town."

Me: "So why don't you just leave town now?"

Mary: "You can't leave until Hank tells you to. If you leave early, you don't get the money, and Hank kicks the shit out of you."

Me: "Do you know anyone who has kissed Hank's ass, left town, and gotten the million dollars?"

John: "My mother kissed Hank's ass for years. She left town last year, and I'm sure she got the money."

Me: "Haven't you talked to her since then?"

John: "Oh, no. Hank doesn't allow that."

Me: "So what makes you think he'll actually give you the money, if you've never talked to anyone who got the money?"

Mary: "Well, he gives you a little bit before you leave. Maybe you'll get a raise, maybe you'll win a small lotto ... maybe you'll just find a twenty-dollar bill on the street."

Me: "What does that have to do with Hank?"

John: "Uh ... Hank has certain 'connections.'"

Me: "I'm sorry, but this sounds like a con game."

John: "But it's a million dollars! Can you really take the chance? And remember, if you don't kiss Hank's ass, he'll kick the shit out of you."

Me: "Maybe if I could see Hank, talk to him, get the details straight from him ...."

Mary: "Nobody sees Hank. Nobody talks to Hank."

Me: "Then how do you kiss his ass?"

John: "Sometimes we just blow him a kiss and THINK of Hank's ass. Other times we kiss Karl's ass, and he passes it on."

Me: "Who's Karl?"

Mary: "A friend of ours. He's the one who taught us all about kissing Hank's ass. All we had to do was take him out to dinner a few times."

Me: "And you just took his word for it when he said there was a "Hank" - that Hank wanted you to kiss his ass - and that Hank would reward you?"

John: "Oh no! Karl has a letter he got from Hank years ago explaining the whole thing. Here's a copy; see for yourself."


1. Kiss Hank's ass and he'll give you a million dollars when you leave town.
2. Use alcohol in moderation.
3. Kick the shit out of people who aren't like you.
4. Eat right.
5. Hank dictated this list himself.
6. The moon is made of green cheese.
7. Everything Hank says is right.
8. Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.
9. Don't use alcohol.
10. Eat your weiners on buns, without condiments.
11. Kiss Hank's ass or he'll kick the shit out of you.

Me: "This appears to be written on Karl's letterhead."

Mary: "Hank didn't have any paper."

Me: "I have a hunch that if we checked, we'd find this is Karl's handwriting."

John: "Of course! Hank dictated it to Karl."

Me: "I thought you said no one gets to see Hank."

Mary: "Not now. But years ago he would talk to SOME people."

Me: "I thought you said he was a philanthropist. What sort of philanthropist kicks the shit out of people just because they're different?"

Mary: "It's what Hank wants, and Hank is always right."

Me: "How do you figure that?"

Mary: "Item 7 says 'Everything Hank says is right.' That's good enough for me!"

Me: "Maybe your friend Karl just made the whole thing up."

John: "No way! Item 5 says 'Hank dictated this list himself.' Besides, item 2 says 'Use alcohol in moderation,' Item 4 says 'Eat right,' and item 8 says 'Wash your hands after going to the bathroom.' Everyone knows those things are right, so the rest must be true also."

Me: "But 9 says 'Don't use alcohol,' which doesn't quite go with item 2, and 6 says 'The moon is made of green cheese,' which is just plain wrong."

John: "There's no contradiction between 9 and 2; 9 just clarifies 2. As far as 6 goes, you've never been to the moon, so you can't say for sure."

Me: "Scientists have pretty firmly established that the moon is made of rock."

Mary: "But they don't know if the rock came from the earth or from outer space ... so it could just as easily be green cheese."

Me: "Not knowing where the rock came from doesn't make it cheese."

John: "Aha! You just admitted that scientists make mistakes. But we know Hank is always right!"

Me: "We do?"

Mary: "Of course we do, Item 7 says so."

Me: "You're saying Hank's always right because the list says so; the list is right because Hank dictated it; and we know that Hank dictated it because the list says so. That's circular logic. It's no different from saying 'Hank is right because he says he's right.'"

John: "Now you understand! It's so rewarding to see someone come around to Hank's way of thinking."

Me: "But ... oh, never mind. What's the deal with weiners?"

Mary: [She blushes.]

John: "Weiners. In buns. No condiments. It's Hank's way. Anything else is wrong."

Me: "What if I don't have a bun?"

John: "No bun, no weiner. A weiner without a bun is wrong."

Me: "No relish? No mustard?"

Mary: [She looks positively stricken.]

John: [Shouting] "THERE'S NO NEED FOR SUCH LANGUAGE! Condiments of any kind are WRONG!"

Me: "So a big pile of sauerkraut with some weiners chopped up in it would be out of the question?"

Mary: [Sticks her fingers in her ears.] "I'm not listening to this!!!! La la la la la la la la ..."

John: "That's disgusting. Only some sort of evil deviant would eat that!!!"

Me: "But it's good! I eat it all the time."

Mary: [She faints.]

John: [He catches Mary.] "Well, if I'd known you were one of THOSE, I wouldn't have wasted my time. When Hank kicks the shit out of you, I'll be there, counting my money and laughing, you bunless cut-weinered kraut-eater!!!"

With this, John dragged Mary to their waiting car, and sped off.




I come to you all because the times we live in are now no more seperated from the Puritan ways of long ago than the sun is seperated from the sky.  I can see it everyday that I walk amongst people; on the streets and stores, I can see their deep, piercing stares as I walk by and I know that, well, you can feel it too.  They curse our kind to condemption and sometimes make us slowly perish just like the species of the Vampyres and the ancient Gargoyles of yester-year.  Even though we are long away from a torturing society, I can still feel the flames eating at my flesh each time I catch one of their menacing stares.  This is unacceptable in our society and we must find a way to overcome these curses and stares before the Burning Times are slowly brought back to our world. 

None of our kind want to see ourselves and our children brought to a horrible death by the fires of hatred and discrimination.  I know that I'm not the only one who can feel this pain from the people who all around calls us their friend and playmate; I know you can feel it to in every word that is ever uttered by you and in every sound that crosses your forsaken path.  Forsaken...our path only seems forsaken to those who do not walk it and curse its name by all the hatred in their dissparaging souls!  Placing them in our shoes is the only way that we could ever rid them of discriminatory habits and actions that condem all our kind to a life of depression and ultimate phsychiatric problems that may never, ever escape our lives.

Now, this is what I ask.........
E-mail me and tell me of the kinds of hatred and disriminatory actions that you have to
face everyday.........I'm waiting for your call.




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