MY SIN, YOUR SIN, NIACIN Dr. Abfallig Matsch Schund (C)1987 Alan M. Schwartz As intensely aware members of our society, we despair at the burgeoning irrational fanaticism engulfing modern thought. Gentle paeans of worshipful respect are cruelly thrust aside in favor of blood music. The serene verities of Divine Plan are obscenely mutated and then called fact. The mellifluous concatenation of eternal embrace, the unbounded consecration of piety and purpose, the empyrean beatification of the vulgar multitudes ARE truly wrought! Sacerdotal acolytes seeking their vocation through a honed edge of revered steel, holy metal, holy mettle, drain their carmine essence as blessed baptism upon the soils of the victor to assure the harvest of fertile bounties of God's love. This is indeed a small price exacted by God's priesthood, ennobled haustellate mendicants, for such searing luminosity! As you slake the fulminating appetites of fiat deities' bootstrapped avatars by offering your children purged of the loathsome bacchanalia of material defilement, bodies girded to carry the Pearl of Great Price, they are denied their earned emplacement within the pantheon of the righteous by involuntary chemical transformation! Secular humanists have infiltrated the clinics where breeding women are controlled and, in nutritionist's guise, have polluted the sanctified essence of our children, babies in the womb, with thiamine. THIAMINE! Thiamine pyrophosphate ("pyro" means "Hellfire") is added to the Staff of Life, insinuating into the bodies of your children, infiltrating their innocent flesh, crassly challenging the inerrant correctness of thought of all good men! This ravening perversion extrudes its unctuous vermiform phallus to thrust deep within our babies' viscera, disgorging stinking miasmic ichor, strewing excrement in the aseptic corridors of a child's soul. Thiamine's molecular structure harbors the sulfur atoms of acid rain, the nitrogen atoms of NOx smog, and the filthy black carbon atoms of poisonous carbon monoxide. Thiamine reduces your angelic children to vicious manifestations of oozing putrescence, befouling and ulcerating the virgin innocence in which God quenches his thirsty love. The lizard nutritionist slides in his slime in the shadows, poison dripping from fangs and acid dripping from claws, reptilian scales glistening in dappled obscurity, waiting to chemically transform your children beyond your embrace, beyond your very reach! Sentinel at the portal to extermination, to oblivion, to a writhing, screaming plunge into the steaming stinking abscess of secular humanism, the nutritionist waits for your children with infinite patience and niacin. NIACIN! Sweep away the jeweled cloak of niacin and see nicotinic acid in God's bright light! It is borne of nicotine, from tobacco, through the very same oxidative chemistry that rots your garbage and creates fire to inflict agony upon the fallen! Niacin is the liquid poison nicotine distilled from tobacco and rendered by the Fires of Hell to be secreted within the food of your innocent children. The distilled Hellfire essence of tobacco is in the whitebread of your little children. Does your child cry? Does your child shriek? Does your child scream? Does your child cry and shriek and scream with the unending blowtorch agony of nicotinic acid burning though his gut, tearing his mind into bloody shards, forever estranging him from the jealous incorruptible compassion of omnibeneficent God? Is it already too late? Open you eyes and see the secular humanist floating beneath the stagnant green pool, maggots squirming in the unspeakable corruption upon his back, film-covered eyes balefully surveying the next victim slated for chemical transformation. Contamination! Pollution! Anathema! The nutritionist, humid armpits exuding the rank stench of the corridors of Hell, greedily lusts for the immaculate soul of your child, unmasked and unmaskable as the snake in the garden. Evil demands feeding and fattens within the wasting flesh of your loved ones! The purchased souls of government enforcement coyly turn their heads and smile behind modestly placed hands, contemplating profit without measure quietly delivered and quietly accepted. Watch as the nutritionist plunges his mottled yellow fangs deep into your baby's skull, sucking out the multicolored jelly as you scream and scream and... VITAMIN E, alpha tocopherol, is the vicious unguent that enrages beyond human control the animalistic sexual frenzy of your little babies in their cribs. Alpha tocopherol is the slippery exudate of pernicious lust goading the monomaniacal orality of your little children, compelling them to lick and mouth any object they may grasp. The death of Freud and the birth of alpha tocopherol occupied the same five year span! This diseased essence of slithering infantile sexuality came to be extracted from a being of unbounded saliromania into a chemical of ultimate lascivious deviation! Listen to your babies unendingly cry in their perpetual agony as they cruelly slip forever beyond God's limitless compassion. They scream outrage in the obscene denial of control of their divinely bestowed sanitary bodily functions, to be fouled victims of the felonious fortification of all they consume, to worship the darkness, "E" before "I," the alpha without the omega, alpha tocopherol, Vitamin E! Listen to the secular humanist chortle and snigger while swallowing gobbets of phlegm and spurting viscid spews rankly steaming in God's clear air. Detect the nutritionist shielded by the courts and emboldened by the legislatures, slipping pyridoxine into the flesh of your babies. PYRIDOXINE! A word whose shape does not fit the human mouth! Pyridoxine is the prurient exudate isolated from ungodly vats of yeast slime owned and operated by those who would with microbiological excrement smear God's love in the Black Mass celebration of genes and chromosomes. As maggots gambol within the liquefying flesh of an aging corpse, so does pyridoxine fester the living substance of your own beloved children. Your living gift to God is chemically transformed into fuel to fire the furnaces of Hell! Ponder the cumulative effects of a decade of pyridoxine toxification. View the skin of your young teenagers as it decomposes before your eyes, disgorging pus and miasma, splitting like the rind of an overripe fruit saturated to bursting with the loathsome products of some dreadful fermentation. View their bodies as rank animal hair forces its way through their skin and the fetid odors of the damned pool about them. These profane atrocities are your children! Disfigured and defiled, wracked by bestial appetites, seeking further debasement with an unquenchable pestilential fervor, your babies are a fleeting source of amusement for the nutritionist seeking unendingly greater damnations. Do you doubt? Look at your milk cartons. Wantonly proclaimed by government mandate and backed by the frightful armed might of the military is, Vitamin D milk. Vitamin DAMNED! Calciferol, Vitamin Damned, is chemically created by irradiation of God's immaculately conceived ergosterol through a pericyclic rearrangement conserving orbital symmetry. Listen to the nutritionist howl with delight. Watch ulcerous crimson pustules erupting from thick folds of cheesy white dermis ooze a clotted yellow pus perfumed with the cloying sweetness of rotted flesh. His wet red fists clench a bulging gunnysack convulsing with twisted souls. Your children stalk you with chemicals in their eyes, blood music in their minds, souls screaming with the perpetual agony of the damned! Your tongue squirms over your clenched teeth growing more raw and more bloody and more diseased as you chant the rasping threnody of Hell! Today we retch with the cinereous despair of scientific nutrition filling our mouths. Now vile and bitter gall burns in our throats as we strangle upon scientifically formulated sin! The obese torpor of the secular humanist, edematous body exuding sheaths of billowing mucous dribbling down turgid extremities to puddle in stinking pools, gives way to lecherous frenzy at the opportunity to stoke the furnaces of Hell with shriven souls! Your babies are alien abominations distorted beyond humanity by the synchronous megahertz chant of reeking monolithic circuitry, computers watchfully charting their decent into the abyss. The nutritionist has been summoned to plunge his festering putrid fingers through your child's eyes deep into his brain, to squeeze the soft mass into a dripping pulp and punch his gushing fist through your baby's skull. Humble piety, the sweet song, the gentle, swift susurrus of whispered prayers punctuating the ripening of thought and purpose, the approach to literal understanding, this was the daily worship of thinking, subservient men. How we exulted in that holy purpose! What light and power could be obtained through unquestioning obedience, a triumph of will, to those who had personally forsworn all ambition that they might serve as the self-appointed direct embodiment of God's will on Earth. How many of us floated in the bright, bright inerrant truth, in fealty serving. As individuals and as the invincible clenched fist of a nation we were content to satisfy God's ravening hunger to His greater Glory. Will you acquiesce to the concupiscent deviation of your children's lives from the honorable field? Will you shun the luminous pleasure of God's wynd? Will you allow the evolutionary vitaminification of America to chemically transform your pellucid, fluid adoration of the Creator into some viscous, rancid and loathsome avocation? Have you eaten of this bitter fruit? Where will YOU stand when the heavens split asunder? Where will YOU be on that Judgment Day! Pathetic sinner, who will save you now?