Topless Victorian Undies Are In

Diamonelle models for Hobbesywood glitterati.
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there was that time

Franc's Fall Lineup

Seated L: Emerald, Bambi, Franc. Seated R: Violet, Hobbes Jr., Annie, Anastasia. On runway: Diamonelle.

For instance.

A Rift in the Lute?

Irrelevant picture of Diamonelle.

Even though Annie was having fun in her marriage, Hobbes Jr. sometimes got on her nerves.

Captists not Gone Yet

Diamonelle was glad to get Checkers back after the truce.
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"Gone with the Captists" begins in April, 2007 on the blog and continues off and on through the July, 2008 archives, and again from the Sept., 2008-March, 2009 archives.

Frustrated in her love for Pooh, who married his cousin Anastasia, Annie (Anastasia's sister) married Percy, a flyer in the Captist Air Force, just before the war. During the war, in which Percy was killed, Annie helped deliver Anastasia's sickly baby, little O, in Petesville, and, with the help of the daring but intensely irritating Hobbes Junior, retreated during the Fall of Petesville to her mother's estate.
Annie's father, Hobbes, had been kidnapped by UnCaptists and was being held in Ork, and her mother Julia, a Litteral Captist fanatic, had gone a bit funny, or funnier, so Annie, Anastasia, and the few Captist servants who stuck with the family were left to keep the wolf from the door. Anastasia was sickly and busy with her sickly baby and any needy Captist who came around begging for a handout, so it was Annie who cared for the beehives and planted the estate's football field with crops so they could eat. Her only helper was Ginny, an orphan Anastasia took in, who proved a useful farmhand.
Pooh came home, but he was clumsy and not much help. He also rejected Annie's advances. On top of this, Julia's former steward, Red Baboon, came by with his jumped up Captist trash wife, Tawdry Cattery, and told Annie she'd have to come up with three hundred Stuffed Animal Planet dollars in taxes or Julia's estate would be his.
Receiving a letter telling of Percy's fall into a volcano in Ork, Annie journeyed to Petesville, where she offered to be Hobbes Junior's mistress in return for the 300 $APs needed to save the estate. Stuck in an UnCaptist prison after his questionable career as war privateer turned Captist officer, Hobbes Junior heard the humiliating request but refused on the grounds that any attempt to access his money would lead the UnCaptists to it. On the way home Annie met Percy's brother Frederick, who had an understanding with her cousin Elizabeth. Frederick had a store and some money, so Annie told him Elizabeth didn't love him and got him to marry her instead.
Annie ran the store ruthlessly, to the male chauvinist Frederick's surprise and dismay. One day, Hobbes Junior stopped by and after teasing her, revealed that he had lots of money and had come to make sure she was all right. She borrowed money from him to buy a honeyworks for herself (Frederick had no part in it). She then hired Pooh, who had been on the point of moving his family to Ork, to manage it.
Anastasia loved being back in Petesville and was grateful to Annie for all her "kindness" to her and Pooh. Pooh was a hopeless manager, but Annie really did everything anyway.
The corrupt UnCaptist government allowed or even encouraged all kinds of crimes against Captists, the worst of which were assaults on unprotected Captist ladies. The Captist males formed the Cat Claw Clan to defend themselves and the purity of Captist femalehood against these threats.* Annie made Frederick promise not to join, but she worried about him.
On the evening after Annie herself was attacked on her way past the rundown Pansitown and only saved by the timely intervention of Mrs. Arshmol/Ugluk, the Captist bear-menfolk mysteriously did not come home until late, and an UnCaptist patrol headed by Captain Tom the Lone Shark surrounded the house. At last Hobbes Junior, Pooh and Big Pooh returned, all, seemingly, very drunk. This ruse and Hobbes Jr.'s story that they had been visiting Belle Catley's house of ill repute caused Tom the Lone Shark and his troops to leave, but really Pooh was wounded and Frederick killed in their attack on Pansitown.
At first, Annie hardly noticed her widowhood, she was so concerned about Pooh. But when it was clear he would recover, she realized what a bad bear she had been and took to drinking alone in her room, fearing everlasting torments such as attending NG4J rehearsals for all eternity, until one day Hobbes Jr. kissed her into marrying him.
At first she was very happy with him. He spent a lot of money on her and showed her a good time. But could it last?

*This is, of course, the Captist side of the story. For our real view, click here.

RBUD Asks the Weirsdos

Diamonelle deconstructs hot with cool.
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RBUD wanted to know, "How does Dr. Weirsdo deconstruct 'hot' as a category for literary criticism?"
RBUD, Dr. Weirsdo and I are post-deconstruction, and therefore about to go super-hot.
Once upon a time, RBUD, there was New Criticism, which involved close reading texts and discussing elements such as formal coherence and symbolism.
Then Vietnam and the '60s came, and New Criticism was villified along with the rest of the academic establishment. The philosopher Jacques Derrida rejected metaphysics on the Saussurean grounds that language is composed of binary signifiers and signifieds that undermine one another. Without metaphysics, stable meanings could not persist.
From there it was just a hop skip and a jump to join Foucault in claiming that the signifying system is in the control of power elites that literary texts variously support and/or undermine.
Those of us who continued to revere or even simply enjoy literature were out of luck. Dick Brodhead, now President of Duke University, had no clear answer for me when I asked him whether political correctness had replaced quality as the new standard for the canon of works he had selected for our American Lit class. John Guillory accused me of being utopian when I asked him how, if all teaching of literature was inevitably imperialistic, we as teachers should proceed.
But all was not well with the poststructuralists. Through their concern with subverting power they had brought in ethics through the back door, even though without metaphysics, ethics could not be said to exist. Moreover, there were detractors: fuddy-duddies like Wayne Booth, neo-Aristotelian philosophers insisting on ethics as a practical matter, sociologists objecting to views of society as totalizing and monolithic, psychologists objecting to the self as monad and insisting on ethical subject formation as a fact of life, and linguists rejecting Saussurean notions of language as binary.
Then it was discovered that the deconstructionist Paul de Man had written Nazi screeds. Even Derrida rushed to reinstall ethics in deconstruction--but on what grounds?
Emmanuel Levinas, previously famous only as someone mentioned and set aside by Derrida, began to look a lot more appealing. Almost unnoticed, Levinas, in response to Heidegger's Nazism, had explained how ethics had to inhere in phenomenology a long time ago! At the same time, cognitive science, building on new advances in neurology, as well as on work in many other disciplines, confirmed the basis for previous work going against poststructuralist assumptions and affirmed the ethical subject and the ethical in literature.
Ironically, those who had built careers on poststructuralist literary criticism sought to consolidate their signifying power over the profession, mainly by ignoring these extra-disciplinary developments, but we doubt they have enough fingers to plug the dykes, or enough sand to cover their heads.
How do we deconstruct "hotness"? One publication at a time.

Ask Weirsdo/Roundup

Diamonelle, irrelevantly modeling on a noodle.

Reader questions and new Weirsdo developments have prompted a follow-up on Dr. Minnie Strator and an update on her arch enemies.

RBUD (Doug) asks: "Does Dr. Strator claim Pansi?"
Dr. Strator is generally proud of her own proletarian roots and acknowledges a relative who is prominent in the "Christian" (really Christinane) entertainment industry, but she tends to be vague on details. We believe Dr. Strator is relieved that Pansi has pursued her career off-planet.

Yam Man wants to know if Dr. Strator is a Vogon.
We do not know, but her marked preference for splungitude and her fluency in Gobbledygook do point in that direction.

And now a couple of Weirsdo updates:
My former student, Moony, won a small talent scholarship in the Nearby State Junior Miss Pageant at the beginning of this month. She definitely deserves that and more, but we must also note the painful idiocy and splunge displayed by most of the other contestants (did you know Obama appointed our first African American Secretary of Justice?). I was told by some former pageant contestants that Junior Miss was different from "real" beauty pageants, and I admit that the winner was not the prettiest girl and did have some talent, though, in my opinion, not as much as Moony. But with the exception of Moony's performance (her awkwardly cut down, splunge-free Mendelssohn even captivated that crowd) and one or two other moments, the evening was worthy of Vogon Idol as described by the Cheesemeister et al.

Last but NOT LEAST, Dr. Weirsdo's latest opus, a collection of essays edited by him and a colleague and containing one of my own efforts is AVAILABLE and has already climbed to number 8 on Amazon's "Hot New Bestsellers"* list! Now at last you can satisfy all your insatiable questions regarding ethics and nineteenth-century literature, with just one volume! Order today!

*(in literary criticism)

Two Pansi Cousins

Diamonelle wanted us to say she is NOT a Pansi relative.
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Two recurring characters not mentioned in the summary need an introducion. They're both Pansi's cousins.
Dr. Minnie Strator has a D. E. Ad. (Doctorate of Educational Administration). She is Ass. V. P. for Curriculum Dilution at Veryred State University and its sister school, Auburn University. She is also the Chairman of the Board of Trustees of Ersatz University in the Netherworld. Her 2005 resume is here.
Dr. Minnie represents everything bad about public education as the Weirsdos have experienced it. Mrs. Weirsdo says not to put any disclaimers about there being many fine administrators out there in public education, because actually few have been encountered.
Dr. Minnie also seems to be related to other bad administrators like the Cheesemeister's boss, Alvin Chipmunkk. We don't think she is related to RBUD, though.
The other cousin is also a Vice President, Flowering Kudzu. I had heard the Weirsdos talking about her, but first saw her picture on ASININE NEWS. She is a trailer trash Barbie--pregnant, hair in curlers, pushing a stroller, and sucking on a cigarette. She goes to pieces a lot, but, like real kudzu, she always comes back stronger than ever. After it was noted that she bore a resemblance to Sarah Palin, she ran for Vice President of the Netherworld with Richard Nixon and won. You can see a misleading but current picture of her here.

End of Summary

Diamonelle is still in Stuffed Animal Planet's talent pool.
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This material is from the Nov.-April, 2007 archives.
After the war the cast of NG4J relocated. Pansi, Emrald, and Brittney went to the Netherworld, where they were eventually joined by the Doo-Doos (Man and Girl; Joon was already there, as a ghost). April went to California to make movies with a pig, Blochalela went to the Ataraxia Foundation, and Lobsterlela went to Canada. Mr. Banana and Sissy and Perlette and Saffira went to Queens, where Perlette and Saffira did hair and learned to play the violin. Daisy went to Connecticut, where she had a sinecure lined up. Diamonelle, whose career was not in the toilet, did an ambassadorial stint on Planet McMinnville and then returned to Stuffed Animal Planet to add "supermodel" to her lengthy resume.
Hobbes reluctantly returned from captivity and tried one more time to be married to Julia, but it was too exhausting. He spent his divorceymoon in Paris with the Weirsdos. Julia remarried Clarence, a senile old dog whom she could lead around on a leash--literally.
Most denizens of Stuffed Animal Planet did not fare well at this time. Monsters and gangsters roamed virtually unchecked in Ork. And as for the defeated Captists, well. . . .
We will post a summary of their story, "Gone with the Captists," soon, and then resume it.

UnCaptists Prevail

Emrald continued to research her past lives during this time.

This material is from the Sept.-Oct., 2006 archives.

Eventually, the UnCaptists prevailed and laid wasted to Dogoba and the Orkan countryside. Finally, they felled even Petesville itself.
Fortunately Venus, who was on good terms with Captists (except the extremists) and UnCaptists alike, arranged a truce. Unfortunately, this turned Julia and her small sect of "Litteral Captists" against her. They repudiated belief in Venus as the avatar of Christopher as a hairesy.
Meanwhile Pansi and NG4J began to seem less relevant. Some said it was because Mall Diva was growing up, and they had never been more than her creations. Others said that their frivolity was out of place on a planet at war. Like many waning stars, Pansi was revealed to have an alcohol problem, and was on and off the wagon for a time. Similarly, an especially virulent strain of meth he had concocted exploded Doo-Doo Man's leg off--an injury that threatened to end his gymnastic career. Aubvey went in a more positive direction, going back to school online via Auburn University-Stuffed Animal Planet and studying Sociology with Dr. Cerveau Petit.
--weirsdo

War Spreads

Diamonelle's film career took off during this time.
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This material is from the June-July, 2006 archives.
Hobbes did not suffer in the UnCaptist camp. Sam the Purple Jam fed him fattening foods, sending pictures to Julia telling her to moderate her extremist Captist stance--or else. But Hobbes managed to scribble a message begging her to stand firm on the back of one, and she had no intention of altering her views in any case. Actually, Hobbes was enjoying his diet, and, though this was carefully kept from Julia, he had lots of healthy exercise studying fencing with Kathryn to balance out the Ben & Jerry's.
Venus became friends with Sam the Purple Jam around this time, and with her and the Spooky Guy's help, they brought a village slaughtered by Captist forces back to life (really unlife), and they became the Dead Pirates. They fought the Captist forces that were besieging Dogoba, the capital of Ork, which had been taken by the UnCaptists. They were instrumental in routing the Captist pirates, who seceded from the war to loot and pillage on their own.
Eventually the UnCaptists declared independence, and all of Stuffed Animal Planet was plunged in civil war.
Meanwhile, "Mr. Dog" got back into Pansi's heart by publishing her G-String poem; Pansi, following a tip from Kyah, had her buttocks painted purple and tried to get others to follow suit; Brittney celebrated 6/6/06 with Satan; Diamonelle starred in some movies; and Joon Doo-Doo was eaten by her hamster, Brittney (not the other Brittney). After being destroyed, Hamster Brittney moved to the Netherworld and opened Steak Through the Heart, a restaurant and grossery for the undead and others with unusual tastes.
--weirsdo

Bad to Worse

The war did not go well.
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This material is from the April-May, 2006 archives.
While "Mr. Dog" (RBUD) tried to get back into Pansi's good graces and foreign dignitaries attended April's bEarthday party, things went from bad to worse for others.
With the help of the Blochalela Foundation, General Grievous had half-witted fascist robot children with Daisy-2 before disappearing mysteriously. Hobbes' first wife, Kathryn, became an alcoholic and ran off to join a band of UnCaptist desperadoes, where her toping was a social asset. The devious Angelon stopped coaching the Hobbesywood Bears, declared his lack of religion, and went off to Ork, where he took over the UnCaptist leadership.
On the Captist side, Christopher disappeared, spreading confusion. A new cat, Venus, was brought to the Weirsdo mansion and Stuffed Animal Planet, and Julia declared her the new Captist avatar, especially after she left a cathead shape in her litterbox. Venus, however, had a mind of her own and openly sympathized with the UnCaptists.
Finally, Hobbes, in a weakened condition, was kidnapped by Sam the Purple Jam and Tom the Lone Shark.
--weirsdo

Julia Provokes Dissent

Diamonelle stood up to Captist extremists.
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This material is from the March-April, 2006 archives.

N. B.: Because Hobbes was so traumatized by his marriage, I, Mrs. Weirsdo, am writing this chronicle.

While activists like Diamonelle, who even went "country for a day" to promote pluralism, were influential in raising consciousness about Captist extremism, Julia put the nail in the coffin of the Captist cause. On the surface Annie's and Anastasia's double wedding to Percy and Pooh seemed a happy occasion, but quite apart from the later history of those marriages (chronicled here in "Gone with the Captists"), Julia's family life was severely dysfunctional.
First, after becoming head of one of the first Captist Churches in Petesville, Julia had a large estate built, supposedly for Captist recreation, but actually reserved mainly for her and her family. Then word began to get out of how she starved Hobbes and forced him into endless inappropriate and strenuous activities "for his own good." Finally, Julia was incensed when Checkers refused to renounce Diamonelle and had him thrown into a brutal Captist boot camp. Blochalela, who was dating Snaga, one of the "counselors" there, revealed conditions at the camp, ending her relationship with Snaga but also creating still more dissent against the Captist cause.
Amidst the hubbub, Daisy AGAIN upstaged Pansi, first by marrying the wealthy Captist playboy, Romeo, and then by sharing the American President's wiener. This latter dalliance caused some disturbance in my life. First, thinking that the stains on Daisy's dresses might be used to impeach Dubya, I took the garments to be tested at the Blochalela Foundation. Unfortunately, whether out of respect for Republican character, affection for her Aunt Daisy, or general namby-pambiness, Blochalela returned them to Daisy, who insisted they were only mustard stains, anyway.
In a more serious incident, I intervened in an argument Daisy and the ever-competitive Pansi were having in the Oval Office. One thing led to another, and after the President emerged, holding his wiener, I was pushed into his backside and subsequently sent to Gitmo as a "Weapon of Ass Destruction" until Mr. Banana's lawyer could get me out.
But overall, my troubles were nothing compared to Hobbes' and Checkers'.

Return to Stuffed Animal Planet

Blochalela nurses Snaga.

This material is from the Feb., 2006 archives.

Pansi's happiness with the Ramboid "Mr. Dog" was short-lived. He was lured away by Alice in Wonderland or Not, and Pansi was upstaged by Daisy-2, an idiot clone of Daisy produced by a secret program at the Blochalela Foundation. At first, Daisy-2 caused a sensation with NG4J (on the strength of the spike in ratings, Mr. Banana hired Perlette & Saffira to be backup singers to Diamonelle). When General Grievous ran off with Daisy-2 to Ork she became a romantic heroine for many Petesvillians. Hobbesywood's premier romance writer, Chemise Torn, told the story in the thinly veiled fiction, ANDROID LUST, and Daisy-1 starred as her clone in the Lifelong channel movie version, OUTLAW LOVE.
When Daisy-2 was filmed doing domestic chores for the UnCaptist General like sewing his victims' scalps together to make dinosaur sweaters, public opinion turned against her, and copies of ANDROID LUST and other Chemise Torn novels burned merrily all over Stuffed Animal Planet. Daisy-1 was temporarily pulled from NG4J for her own safety.
Pansi's foot healed and she returned to the show, but many Petesvillians were too preoccupied to notice. Ironically, the shortage of erotic energy brought on by the book burnings eventually turned more citizens against the Captist war machine. Whether sex-starved, angered by Captist extremism, or generally appalled by the carnage, more and more denizens of Stuffed Animal Planet were cooling to the Captist cause.

Ask Weirsdo & Dr. Minnie: Swinging with the Weirsdos

Diamonelle is still enjoying her working summer vacation.
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Tom & Icy wanted to know more about our vacation:

Didn't Hobbes go? . . . Did you all go in Dr. Weirsdo's new car or is that just to impress the Freshmen girls? Did visiting the old campus and stomping grounds make Dr. W feel like writing his memoirs? Did the Weirsdo family swing together?

Hobbes went, of course, T&I, but we did not take any pictures.
We did not all pile into the Corvette, which is a two-seater.
Visiting Williams makes Dr. W. feel bad that he is stuck at Auburn, and alleviating this feeling is one of the principal functions of the Corvette.
We were all swingers.

RBUD wanted to know about the rotating waffle irons. They're attached to the wall, Doug, and after your waffle has baked 2 or so minutes on one side, you turn the iron over with the handle/opener thingy, and do the other side. Motels can provide waffles without hiring someone to make them for you, so they seem to have become part of the complementary breakfast at most middle-tier motels now.

Someone calling herslef "Kaewn" expressed a dislike of the Swiss and boredom with geophysics and our visit to Williams.
Kawen, or whoever you are, Dr. Minnie has expressed an interest in responding to your comment:

Karen! Please disregard Mrs. Weirsdo's rudeness about your creative spelling! I cannot thank you enough for sharing your feelings! People like the Weirsdos are in desperate need of individuals such as yourself to take their heads out of the clouds and the ivy out of their brains.
I have personally expressed my discomfort with Mrs. Weirsdo's Europhilia in the past, and I agree that the Swiss are particularly objectionable, though perhaps not QUITE as anti-American as the French. It does not surprise me at all that persons voluntarily associating themselves with dubious Swiss morality admit to "swinging" as a family!
As for geophysics and Williams, YAWN!! Of course America is blessed to be the Land of the Free, and people can take an interest in those things if they want, but it is inconsiderate, to say the least, to go on and on about them on a public blog, outside of a highly specialized forum for those with similarly elitist tastes.
So again, in closing, let me thank you for taking the time to contribute here. Sadly, your wisdom may amount to no more than pearls before swine in the case of the Weirsdos, but you will always find a sympathetic ear at the Office of Curriculum Dilution.
Yours in Christinanity,
Dr. Minnie Strator

Weirsdos Rounded Up

We're back from the Berkshires. The trip up was uneventful. Dr. Weirsdo had not seen those rotating waffle machines they have in hotels now and was charmed to discover them.
Mall Diva played well on the final concert and then talked a lot about her experience at Tanglewood, without admitting that it was wonderful in any way, and Toyplayer became obsessed with the swing for four at our motel.
We then went to visit Williams College, where Dr. Weirsdo got his undergraduate degrees. We saw a funny play by George Kelly about the Little Theater Movement, which I had never heard of before. We also went to the college museum and the Clark. The Clark has a great collection of Impressionists (who knew Renoir could make onions so interesting?), and there was an exhibit on Georgia O'Keefe and Arthur Dove.
Later we had a tour of the Williams campus from a Swiss student who is studying geophysics and participated in the Nordic ski championships last year. Everything was very impressive. We also ate good local produce, including artisanal cheeses, and paella and pad thai and chicken with blackberry sauce, and a lobster martini (like shrimp cocktail; not actually a potable).
On the way home we stopped at F. D. R.'s home and library. The character of a president certainly DOES make a big difference.
We got back today. Scarface did not seem too traumatized by our absence, but eagerly greeted us at the door.

Weirsdo Interruption

The Weirsdos do not vacation in Ork, for good reason.

This blog will be on a hiatus for about a week while Mrs. Weirsdo picks Mall Diva up from Tanglewood. When they come back, we will finish our summary before returning to "Gone with the Captists."

New Year's Ball Recap

Diamonelle came out at the New Year's Ball.

This material is from the Nov., 2005-Jan., 2006 archives.

As the war got worse in Ork, the Barbies, friends, and associates celebrated various holidays. At the NG4J New Year's Ball, Diamonelle and my son Checkers bravely aired their Christinane-Captist relationship. Aubvey was happy with Mr. Tig; April was happy with Colorful Parrot, Mr. Banana was happy with Sissy, who dressed like a bride; the Doo-Doos were high on each other; and Emrald was happy with Brown Bear Brownie, but she was under medical treatment as usual. Lobsterlela was a wallflower, pining for Lober Red; Brittney was off somewhere; Blochalela dragged in Snaga, an orc she'd been treating at her Foundation, who was too weak to resist but proved to be quite a dancer.
Pansi and her Cave Troll had a very good time until the third time he dropped his club on her foot, when she sustained a career-threatening injury. As she was being carted away, Daisy, who was there with her wealthy Romeo, was voted Queen of the Ball.
Pansi did not take her injury very well. She tried to help Mall Diva and Mrs. Weirsdo read improving stories at the library, with dismal results.
Then one day our own RBUD, aka Doug, got up like a Rambo doll, invaded a rehearsal of NG4J and forced Mr. Banana to change the choreography so that Pansi, not Daisy, could star, despite her foot.
Was this Pansi's knight in shining armor?

General Grievous Wreaks Havoc

Christopher rests in peace.

This material comes from the Oct., 2005 archives.

General Grievous gathered followers and ran amok all over Ork. After he killed all but one of a poor Captist widow's children, the widow, Maria, answered Mr. Banana's personal ad and was granted a special dispensation to marry him, even though he was Catholic, because of her tragic story. Sissy cried all through the wedding, but Mr. Banana continued to see her as before.
Saruman, the Captist military leader, retired, and General Arshmol/Ugluk, who was married to two other orcs and used whichever surname seemed most appropriate on any given day, took over.
During this time, April and Colorful Parrot finally got together; Daisy philandered with Pansi's Cave Troll but took up with the wealthy Captist playboy, Romeo; and Aubvey, tired of being ignored by Tommy Tuberville and Angelon, settled temporarily for Mr. Tig, who resembled the Auburn mascot.*
The NG4J cast generally publicized themselves and behaved as usual. Diamonelle wrote a rap in honor of Rosa Parks.

*He is the only tiger that I know of on Stuffed Animal Planet, Karen.

Under Captism

Diamonelle did not suffer under Captism.
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This material is from the Sept., 2005 archives.
After the fashion show, Petesvillians tried to rebuild their lives. Mr. Banana offered the services of his mega-corporation, Banalliburton, and his agency, the Federal UnManaged Bureaucratic and Legal Entanglement Relief Agency (FUMBLERA), but our Captist charities stepped in, and Mr. Banana's graft, I mean offers of help, did not reach as many people as he would have liked. Certain leading Captists also formed a knitting and reading circle and read improving Captist literature to children.
On the other hand, Captist theocracy took actions that some, including me, considered extreme. Under Saruman's fiery leadership, and when not busy knitting and taking tea, they persecuted UnCaptists, chasing Sam the Purple Jam and Sam Overalls into the wilds of Ork, for example, and torturing other unbelievers. The Composers, limbless explosive experts, persecuted Lobster Red even in the ocean.
During this time I formed a band with various moderate Captist friends and relations. When not touring, I relaxed quietly at my mansion. I did feel bad about Captist excesses, but there seemed to be nothing I could do.
NG4J, meanwhile, continued as usual. The Captist regime felt it was an instructive counterexample.
Then one day, at a secret Captist robot factory in Ork, Emperor Zorg, the head robot, pressed the wrong button, and the anti-Captist robot, General Grievous, was born.