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Summary: Hail Erisfnord!! Hail Yes!!
Review: As the title states, "wherein is explained everything worth knowing about anything." The goddess is within your forehead and your pineal gland wreaks havok on all that shall oppose it. You are Pope. You fnord are Religion itself... We are all Eris's vicars on fnord Earth. Go ye and read this Tome of higher thinking... all is for not.You will not go from gourder to gourdee, you will go from goiter to fnord goatee. There is no god before the goddess, it is part of the word itself.
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Summary: Are you a tomato? No. You are not a tomato.
Review: It's a holy book. Therefore, holy folk of the appropriate persuasion are going to give it the full five stars or none at all, just to be contrary and suchlike. They are more enlightened than I am. As many of my fellow Gracious And Fancy Popes of the Word were prior to encountering Eris, I thought I was simply posessed of a sense of humor about the cosmic absurdity of It All. It is not so: I was a Discordian, and a Pope to boot. It's like getting a can of green beans for free when you buy one at the store. As fiction, the Word is tripe. Hideous, slovenly stuff, written without care for typography or the quality of reasoning or illustrations. Bad bad bad. Naughty. This is a good thing. If it made *sense*, it wouldn't be Erisian, would it? No. This is a Zen Surrealism haphazard cut-n-paste history and chronicle of the early days and times of our forefingers Malaclypse the Younger and Omar Khayyam-Ravenhurst, and how they met the Monkey who had Met the Goddess in a bowling alley, and how things happened beforehand and afterwards. The character of Eris Herself is intimately probed with loving gentleness for the first time, and the various signs and sigils related herunto explained in more or less detail. The Thing About Hot Dog Buns comes to light: a Discordian shall consume no hot dog buns for it was with a hot dog that Eris consoled herself after the Great Snub during the banquet of the gods at which the seeds of the Trojan War were planted. Therefore, on Fridays, a Discordian shall Go and Joyously Partake of a Hot Dog to thumb the nose at five of the world's major religions, thusly: 1. Catholicism: No meat on Fridays. 2. Hinduism: No meat of beef. 3. Judaism: No meat of pork. 4. Islam: No meat of pork. 5. Discordianism: No hot dog buns. There are also a great many illustrations of dubious character, and no small abount of nose-swallowing. Things generally continue in this vein. The basic dichotomy of the world (Eristic vs. Aneristic, bright chaos vs. dim stasis) is shamefully dualist as usually presented here, when it is not holy nonsense, and sages of the Word will do well to recall that the Hand of Eris has five asymmetrical fingers, and that these wierd fingers are the ones that spin the world. However, that aside--this is a do-it-yerself enlightenment kit, folks. Your pineal gland--it's a little raisin-sized thing under your forehead about where you'd expect a third eye to be if you had one--will thank you, and will probably feel free to speak up more often about things. You will become wiser and more groovy as a direct result of this new connection to Eris, and housepets will not flee from your approach. Before you know it you will be a Gourder, rather than a Gourdee. Before you know it, you'll know what all of this means, and you'll love it.
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Summary: But Seriously Folks...
Review: ...don't be serious. If you are the sort of person whose life can be changed by a book, *this book will change your life.* As Gregory Hill, co-author (Malaclypse the Younger) observed decades after writing it, "At first I thought I was (messing) around with Eris. Now I see that Eris is (messing) around with me." Whether you believe in Eris, the Goddess of Confusion, or not, this book explains a *lot* about what's really going on, in language that even people with no previous exposure to philosophy or religion past a little Sunday school twenty years ago can understand. Once you've got into it, you'll never take anything on faith again that isn't *worth* taking on faith. You'll see.
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Summary: The Goddess Prevails.
Review: The unification and accord of the Discordian POEE Cabal, the Entire Erisian Church, the Illuminati, the Masons, the SubGenus, the last 5 American Presidents, The CIA, The UCB, and all chaos not mentioned. Hail Eris.
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Summary: moof!
Review: This book goes against everything Discordia stands for. It is a disgrace to the religion. All of it is lies. Even the true parts.
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Summary: hail Eris!
Review: thou shalt eat hot dogs on fridays thou shalt not count to 2 unless thou shall continue counting to 3 thou shalt not profane the Mystery of the Sacred Chao of Our Lady by tattooing the Sacred Chao on any part normally used for tattoos thou shalt not read commandments and the mome wraths outgrabe for all wimsey were the borogroves
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Summary: Calling All Stems
Review: If you read this book and you're not laughing sdrawkcab and sdrawrof, WARNING. DANGER. DANGER. There is NO BRAIN attached to your STEM. You NEED one of these to qualify as HUMAN! Religion is for the pigeons. All belief is conjecture. Most generalities are false. THE WORLD IS SPINNING BACKWARDS! There is NO OTHER book but THIS BOOK, and there's no Eris except for Eris, and my neighbor's cat who is also named Eris, and maybe a couple fnord others by order of the mgt.
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Summary: ---Jigsaw---
Review: Typewriter ampersand loose liver prozac grand piano. Hungary, pool deck tablesetting underwear green Fenwick. On glass cleaner furnishing wet weather, fix trout trousers otherwise denomination(foghorn lint bin oversight). Juxtapose poinsetta gravel bark, twin broom freely: band mallet, log job overhead cabin, else treat breeze jack angle bender. June fist shaver frontal dog salon; pomegranate three gig dispensers, transistor rooftop, jig frantic goon sampler flourinate gun topical bandage fun towtruck sealer.
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Summary: 057 057 057 057 057 057 057 057 057 057 057 057
Review: There was a cemetary. In this cemetary there was a duck. And so was I. I looked at the duck and said: "Duck, why are you here?" The duck looked me in the eye and said: "Because I'm a mallard."
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Summary: a right wing leftist
Review: this reasonably priced book is the most holy text in a religion based on the rejection of all precepts of order, and as such should be read and understood by anyone who is not a cabbage or some other sort of vegitable (cabbages need not heed this writing for they already posess a wisdom far superior to that of any other class of matter). we can only giber about enlightenment like the meat sacks we are, but here it is for you to attempt to see. go ahead jump, you'll land on your feet.
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