The Gonzo Wolf

Good morning, all you shiny, happy people. Tis the Reverend, yada yada yada.

So, there’s a little something I’ve been working on behind the scenes for a bit that’s going to give our readers at The Gonzo Wolf a completely new perspective when it comes to the atrocities playing out around us. I feel as though we sometimes forget those below us when fighting our way through the muck. That said, I have employed a thirteen-year-old writer-in-training, who’s already been recognized on the State level, to assist us.

Sometimes, she’s going to tell us wtf is going on. Also, she’ll be filling us in on the realities of Furries, litter-boxes, etc, and the day-to-day comings and goings of school life beyond the “political” filter. You’ll meet Charlie Rose soon. No, that’s not her in the photo above. I will guard this child’s anonymity with bullets.

There’s some people who might not like this experiment, even though not a drop of it will be illegal in any way, and that is why all correspondence between she and I will be performed through good, old-fashioned snail-mail. I will re-type everything sent until I feel it’s safe enough to remove the guard-rails. All correspondence will be destroyed upon completion.

2026 = 1984. Big Brother is watching; pull out your peckers; collectively. Or boobs.

Seriously, I don’t think we’re going to crack codes or anything, but it will be nice to know what our kids see and hear through their perspective. It could be mutually beneficial; sort of a way to bridge the gap toward better understanding. Also, it’ll tell us whether or not our combined sales’ tax is being paid to a closet-pedophile’s salary in Austin who’s rather stand before us, waste our time, and concoct juvenile stories of kids wearing fake ears & tails; taking shits in a litter boxes between classes.

I come from a family of Texas teachers. No, they’re not.

Every drop of our blood and sweat going to the salaries of these twat-waffles are brushed from their shoulders like worthless funk. All so they can con the most gullible among us with poor fiction. Why aren’t we mad about this? Also, they do so much of it in the name of the Christian god. If you’re a Christian, isn’t this insulting to everything you hold dear? I digress, as usual. You better have come to expect it by now.

Anyway, that’s the master plan. This will be a slow process, but quite rewarding once we get rolling. Betrayal is betrayal. I’ll fight alongside a MAGA follower/Christian to get the job done, I’ll even give them a fist bump as we metaphorically/literally fill the opposition full of holes, but I’m not going to tell them stories at dinner regarding what I do with his sisters, dig?

All Reverend horse shit aside, I think this is a neat idea.

Thoughts?

Also, thank you. I know there are readers with opposing views, and you’ve respected my nonsense regardless. No one has bashed me in the comments section.

No, that wasn’t an invitation to begin bashing me in the comment section.

That, or no one reads me. I can live with that, too. This is my therapy; I notice.

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.

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