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TALES FROM THE CULT
Anon once felt a powerful attraction the the female leader of the CPC (Marxist Leninist) a lunatic Maoist group. Anon read their pamphlets and purchased a guitar.
Preparations complete, he invited the Party Boss back to his location. She was flushed with success at a recent victory over the despised "Trots" another group of lunatics who liver on intelligence agencies subsidies and had, according the the Party Boss, "no grass roots support whatsoever."
The female Comrade Party Boss was soon drunk enough for anon to produce the guitar and play what anon considered to be a profoundly moving version of a Maoist ballad from a pamphlet which anon knew she had written.
"All hail the spirit of Norman Bethune
a doctor and a communist
Norman Bethune, comrade Bethune
he always put the interests of the pee-pul first"
and so on.
She was putty in anons' hands but..the story does not have a happy ending.
It turns out the Chairman had been atrociously abused as a child by members of the satanic "family" of which her parents were members.
She disclosed this weeping naked and vulnerable in order to explain the massive panic attack which anon mistook for an epileptic seizure.
This was followed a cool down period, telling her story, while downing 40 ounces of Chateau anon red and white and blue rose special reserve. Then after about 10 minutes of crying she passed out in a fetal position.
Anon realized he had reaped the fruits of his own behavior, and depending on her memory and state of psychosis might manifest a world of shit.
We grow older we see the endings of stories as well as the beginnings. Don't make this common boning mistake, young anons. Invent your own.