[Ed: originally written by Steven Harris (kayven@aol.com) and posted to
alt.horror.cthulhu in April. Reprinted with his permission]

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Dear Editor-
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Great
Cthulhu. Papa says, If you see it on Alt.Horror.Cthulhu, its so,
Please tell me the truth, is there a Great Cthulhu who will rise from the
watery depth of the Pacific to clear the Earth of all living things?
——Virgina Marsh

Virgina, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the
fever of enlightenment given to them by a so-called enlightened age.
They do not believe in anything unless it carries the weight of scientific
authority. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by
their little minds. Reality is that which can be cataloged and measured,
to be spooned out in rational doses to the common people. All minds,
Virgina, whether they be adults or childrens, are little. In this vast
chaos we laughingly call the universe, man is a mere insect, a bug, whose
intellect has as much chance of grasping the whole truth, as an ant has of
understanding non-Euclidian geometry.

Yes, Virgina, there is a Great Cthulhu. He exists as certainly as the
cold unfeelingness of the cosmos exits, and you know that this
meaninglessness abounds and gives to your life its highest absurdity.
Alas! how comfortable would be the world if there were no Cthulhu! It
would be as comforting as if a Santa Claus truly did care and reward
children for doing good. There would be childlike faith then, a world of
sweet believable poetry and romance to make existence idyllic and
appealing. The external light with which childhood fills the world would
never end.

Not believe in the Great Cthulhu! You might as well not believe in Hastur
or the Necronomicon. You might get your papas science books and
Skeptical Inquirers to see if Cthulhu is mentioned in any historical
contexts or if Rlyeh truly does rest under the Pacific Ocean, but even if
you did not find either mentioned in your holy books, what would that
prove? Nobody sees or knows of Cthulhu, but that is no sign that there is
no Great Cthulhu. The most real things in the world are those that we can
not know through the senses. Can the headache of your friend be felt by
you? No, but his pain affects your life regardless. Do you feel the
angst of living a life you never wanted through any of your five senses?
No, yet the despair remains. Yet if such realities are known but are never
seen, then why should others ignorance of the unseen lead us to share in
their blindness. By what right have they earned your obedience? Nobody
can conceive of the inconceivable, including your leaders of thought.

You tear apart the rattle of a baby to see what lies inside to make such
noise, but the tiny balls there can not explain or illustrate the fear of
a hostile world, that makes that baby clutch and shake that rattle so.
Only reaching for insanity can push aside the curtain of our hopes and
view with stark madness the emptiness that lies beyond. Is that reality?
Is that the truth? To give an answer is to replace the curtain with but
one more. And it is this, that makes the Great Cthulhu as true and as
real as any veil we place on the chaos beyond. If one must create a
meaning, why not the Great Cthulhu. At least the choice is free.

Thank Azathoth! The Great Cthulhu lives and lives forever. A thousand
years from now, Virgina, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will
continue to await the time when the stars are right again. For with those
which eternal lie, with strange eons even death may die.

(From Editorial Page, Arkham Advertiser, 1928)

—Steven Harris
http://oak.cats.ohiou.edu/~sh323089

One day a mother and father were having sex and their son walked in. What are you doing, the kid asked.

Well, you wanted a brother, so were making you one.

The next day, the father walks outside and sees his son porking away on the family junkers tailpipe.

Son…what the hell are you doing!!!

And the son replied – Mom said she wanted an new car, so Im making her one!

Did you know diarrhoea is hereditary?

Yup…it runs in your genes!

An article appeared in the Denver Rocky Mountain News today:

When President Clinton heard there were 100,000 cattle guards in Colorado, he immediately ordered Interior Secretary Bruce Babbitt to fire half of them.

Pat Schroeder, Congresswoman from Colorado stepped to request that the cattle guards should receive six months of retraining.

Newspaper people in the state swear this is all true!

We KNOW this is bunk! Cattle Guards have a union!

A blonde made several attempts to sell her old car. She was having a lot of problems finding a buyer because the car had 340,000 miles on it. She discussed her problem with a brunette that she worked with at a bar.The brunette suggested, There may be a chance to sell that car easier, but its not going to be legal.That doesnt matter at all, replied the blonde. All that matters it that I am able to sell this car.Alright, replied the brunette. In a quiet voice, she told the blonde: Here is the address of a friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop around here. Tell him I sent you, and he will turn the counter back on your car to 40,000 miles. Then it shouldnt be a problem to sell your car.The following weekend, the blonde took a trip to the mechanic on the brunettes advice.About one month after that, the brunette saw the blonde and asked, Did you sell your car?No! replied the blonde. Why should I? It only has 40,000 miles on it.

Unos periodistas entrevistan a la madame de un puticlub de superlujo frecuentado por los altos cargos políticos.

Periodista: ¿Qué tal se portan los políticos en la cama?

Madame: Bien, bien. ¡No culean nada mal!

P: ¿Y viene gente importante?

M: Todos los peces gordos.

P: ¿Y que tal pagan?

M: En general bastante bien… Bueno, Pujol siempre está: ‘¡Mmmjjjj manden la factura a la Generalitat ¿eh?, la pela es la pela’; pero acaban pagando bien.

P: ¿Y Arzallus viene mucho por aquí?

M: Ése es el que menos viene.

P: ¿Cada cuánto?

M: Pues viene de tarde en tarde; saluda a su madre y enseguida se va.

News just in of Microsofts latest venture: Microsoft Corporation has taken another step toward dominating every aspect of American life with the introduction of Contraceptive98, a suite of applications designed for users who engage in sex. Microsoft has been a pioneer in peer-to-peer connectivity and plug and play.

It believes these technologies will give it substantial leverage in penetrating the copulation enhancement market.The product addresses two important user concerns: the need for virus protection and the need for a firewall to ensure the non-propagation of human beings.



The Contraceptive98 suite consists of three products: Condom98, DeFetus 1.0 (from Sementec), and AIDScan 2.1 (from Norton Utilities). A free copy of Intercourse Explorer 4.0 is bundled in the package. The suite also comes in two expanded versions. Contraceptive98 Professional is the Client/Server edition, for professionals in the sexual services sector. Contraceptive98 Small Business Edition is a package for startups, aimed at the housewife and gigolo niches.



While Contraceptive98 does not address nontraditional copulatory channels, future plug-ins are planned for next year.



OPERATION: Only one node in a peer-to-peer connection needs to install the package.



At installation, the Condom98 software checks for minimum hardware. If the user meets the requirements, the product installs and is sufficiently scaleable to meet most requirements. After installation, operation commences. One caution is that the user must have sufficient RAM to complete the session. When the session is complete, a disconnect is initiated, and the user gets the message, it is now safe to turn off your partner.



DRAWBACKS: Usability testers report that frequent failures were a major concern during beta testing. General Protection Fault was the most serious error encountered. Early versions had numerous bugs, but most of these have been eliminated. The product needs to be installed each time its used.



CONCLUSION: Contraceptive98 is a robust product. Despite its drawbacks, it is reasonably good value for its $49.95 price tag, and is far superior to its shareware version. Hopefully, future releases (of the software, that is) will add missing functionality, such as Backout and Restore, uninterruptible Power Supply, and Onboard Camera.



Microsoft CEO Bill Gates is optimistic about Our contraceptive products will help users do to each other what weve been doing to our customers for years.

A Kid was walking to the bathroom, when he saw through the slightly open door, his mother was in there. She was buck naked and looking into the mirror while rubbing her breasts and moaning I want a man. I NEED a man!.

The next day, the same thing happens: the kid is about to enter the bathroom and sees his mother rubbing her naked body in front of the mirror I want a man. I NEED a man



But the next day, when the kid is on the way to the bathroom, his passes his mothers bedroom, where some guy is humping her while she screams I got a man, OH GOD, I got a man!!.



The kid immediately runs to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes on the way, then stands in front of the mirror rubbing his body saying I want a bicycle. I NEED a bicycle!….

An old couple were sitting in their living room on a Sunday morning watching a religious program.

The preacher on this show would go to all the people in the audience and asking them what they wanted fixed, then he would have them cover the part of their body they wanted fixed.

Many of the people were elderly so they were covering their eyes and hearts. Then the preacher said Ok now for you at home put your hand on the part of your body you want fixed and say this prayer with me.

So the little old lady put her hand on her heart, because she had a very bad heart. And the little old man put his hands on his crotch.

The little old lady turned to her husband and said He said he could heal the sick, not raise the dead!

You are so ugly the last time you got a piece of ass was when your hand slipped through the toilet paper.