Well, he sure didn’t look like a nut. He was standing on a corner near Union Station, dressed nicely in “Casual Friday” pressed shirt, slacks and jacket and he had a nice smile as he handed us an envelope and said “Nuclear bombs you need to read about it here”. He could’ve been a lawyer. And, so, unthinkingly, we took one of the envelopes and when we got a chance to sit down, opened it and saw that it was filled with many copies of a glossy page that spilled the beans on what Prince Philip has been up to while we weren’t paying attention.

He’s been busy, to say the least.

Here’s a quote that was in BOLD type to draw one’s attention to this IMPORTANT info: “Buried beneath the Denver International Airport, far from the public eye, Prince Philip has constructed his own high-tech concentration camp, complete with rattlesnakes, massive gas chambers with poison gases of all kinds, nuclear ovens and electronic soup-traps.”

Wheshoo! Boy. Now, that’s something I didn’t know. My sister lives in Denver. Boy, is she gonna be surprised! Rattlesnakes! I, personally, hate them. And electronic soul-traps. Boy, they’ve made a lot of progress on those over the years. Yikes!

I just can’t understand why he’d want to bring this show from London to Denver. Now that would be an interesting story.

You have to admit, though, that Paranoia is perhaps one of the most interesting of your family of mental disturbances; interesting and creative in a kind of spooky/creepy way. As a resident of Washington, DC, I see a lot of it, but most of it doesn’t stand on street corners, preferring to be inside with their fellow representatives.

Rattlesnakes!

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