With my whole entire life, Somewhere at some godforsaken land, Marvin Walker was born. He would go on to vote. He would spit his childhood mediating between believing in the UPC rules of being a human being and then actually enforcing the UPC strict laws of being a human being. He thought he was 55 at the age of puberty. His name was Marvin. That very same marvin would end up bilking an entire generation of their money into believing into his fantasy. Welcome to Swindled. It was not his fault that he failed as an assistant pastor in Cincinnati after 20 years of service. He obeyed the to the call of the Lord to Tupelo, Mississippi. And after one year of uncertainty and misery, he declared that God had told him to move north. North from the wicked weird and despicable South. A South of authority and confidence and the Northern Aggression. Marvin Walker failed there. In that South. But God was calling him. To brighter pastures. Following the north s...
"All jesting is in its nature profane, in the sense that it must be the sudden realization that something which thinks itself solemn is not so very solemn after all." -G.K. Chesterton.