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Teen Killed Dad For Banning MySpace

From the article. . .

A teenager who confessed to killing his father last month told police he hated his dad for taking away his Internet access, according to a police report released Wednesday.

Hughstan Schlicker, 15, called 911 on Feb. 6 and told the dispatcher he had just shot his father in the head with a 12-gauge shotgun.

“I hate my dad, couldn’t take it anymore,” he said, according to the report.

Schlicker expressed remorse during a police interview, telling detectives “I wish I didn’t do this,” and “I miss Dad.”

Schlicker was charged with first-degree murder and will be tried as an adult.

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Okay,

Why the fuck would I have a MySpace Page?

I do. It’s over there, on the sidebar, and linked up top, as:
Those who matter.
But. . . Why? WHY a MySpace Page?

Well, if you’ve ever been there, and clicked any of the pictures,
you would have noticed that none of the fuckers listed on it are on MySpace.

Dr Zen with a MySpace Page? Maybe, but I doubt it. But he’s on there, isn’t he?
Or click my Girlfriend’s picture, Kim. The first one on the top.

Tell me that’s a MySpace page. I dare you.

I fucked MySpace in the ass hard.
If anyone deserves that kind of attention, MySpace does.

And that, dear Children, is why.
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Okay,

Blawg, or Bahlawg with my Southern friends, or Blog is short for Web Log. At one time, I had hijacked a usenet group to write my daily thoughts. That got fucked up because everybody found me, so my private thoughts came up for public display.

It’s a long story…

But I like my anonymity, so I stopped writing there.
Then I wrote at my own website. My anonymity was gone anyway.

And Okay to all that.

So, now it’s fashionable to have a Blog. Entire sites have been set up for people to journal their thoughts… Blogger.com, Wordpress, you know, or you can get your own domain, and start your own fucking world. But there’s a problem with having your own domain. It’s like owing your own house versus renting. I own my own fucking house on the internet. I own two houses. Funny, because in real life I’ve been homeless, but I own two domains.

F a t h e r L u k e .com, and F a t h e r L u k e .org .

Another place is MySpace. I’ve written about that hell hole. My friend Blake said she’s glad that Mitch Hedberg, and Bill Hicks died before MySpace because she would have hated to think of them there. I had a site there. Somebody took the old address, and set it up for a monkey. Just a monkey with a crown. Pretty funny.

So, I set up another site on MySpace. I did it to fuck with MySpace. Here is what I mean…

If you are in my links, you are now on MySpace.

Wait a minute, Father Luke, I thought you said you were going to explain. That fucks me up, man. I haven’t a clue what you are talkin about…

Okay. Okay. Go here:

F a t h e r L u k e on MySpace

Don’t ask to be my friend. I won’t accept you. Chances are you’re already my friend, even if you don’t have a MySpace page. My site is tweaked so that the fucker is a links page. No one you see there is actually on MySpace. Well, Shemp is, but fucking Shemp is dead…

Okay, I’ve bent that shit-eating bastard, MySpace, to my will. I’ve beaten it, till it whelped, then I ball-gagged it, and now I’m watching the cock sucker drool.

And ain’t that the way it should work? Computers work for us, not the other way around.

Let me know if you want to see yourself on my MySpace, page. If you aren’t already there. And, if you are there, click the link, make sure it works.

See ya.

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Okay,
Father Luke