Posted by:
roflmao
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Date: June 02, 2011 06:29AM
It's a bizarre kind of arrogance, because it's absent any charisma or "swagger", but penisholders are patronizing in a million subtle and offensive ways. Words and gestures designed to establish authority absent ANY credible merit.
There are remarkable Kolobian men who I admire more than I can say, they are humble, honest and the best friends you could want. The other guys are just unspeakably grotesque in any normal setting. They are the perfect parody of political (unearned) power. Like new commanders with no battle experience, the troops laugh at their incompetence, and secretly disdain them.
Power is confused for truth, at the highest (worst) manifestation, and displays of strange assertions, gravely made about the temperature of oatmeal, or the time of day become moments of awkward silence, especially for non Kolobians who haven't seen it before.
Like cult leaders Manson and Koresh, they assert authority to command anyone in their imagined kingdom, often extending far beyond their own homes and families.
I watched in stunned amazement when my friends hosted a very large backyard party, prepared the food and activities themselves, and then fell over themselves giving the presiding penisholder the floor for prayers and comments. You'd have thought he owned the home, provided the meal, or at least was the boss at work for everyone there. The arrogant prick didn't miss a beat, smiling, and giving his approval of the gathering, my wife laughed at me because she knew I was pretty near asking how it was he even came to be invited.
At another "party" where chocolate fountains and strawberries sat waiting for hungry guests to begin eating and dancing the guest speaker literally channeled Jesus, saying that there are "no single people in exaltation" he described heaven, and how Jesus would knock at gods chambers saying (I kid you not)
"Lord, Rofflemayo is here, and he would be with the father."
"Did he find a companion in his earthly existence?"
He spoke in the dead monotone that conference speakers all use, which is calculated to kill as many brain cells as possible so you'll stay Kolobian a little longer.
At this point the "party" mood was exactly what you would expect at a funeral crossed with a root canal. My wife and I were stifling laughter at her jokes about the Pope and Mother Theresa putting moves on each other in a celestial bar so they could get in. He noticed our giggling and (thank the god of your choice) he cut the his long winded and unwanted testimony short.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 06/02/2011 06:38AM by roflmao.