Every Great Man leaves behind, upon his death, a living, sentient, detached, angry, standalone penis. This is a well-known fact, little discussed. Some Great Women do as well.

Here is what I am saying. It is not so difficult to understand. The penises of Great Men live on, in hiding, among us.

No one knows what they know. No one has seen what they have seen. That is why they are so dangerous. That is why I must hunt them. That is why they must be brought down.


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