The Black Praxis V has landed. That'z rite. "V". Do you remember "V"? Or “Wee” if you are Germanic, or "True", and such.
With so much spare time on its hands, BP has been wasting its life interacting constantly with David Icke (or Dawid Icke), and has come to learn The Truth. The Intergalactic Truth. The Intergalactic Truth about how everyone of influence everywhere, from Dawid's ex-wife to Prince Mr. Phillip to George Bush to Kate Bush to Dave Cutbush is part of a vast, pervasive conspiracy of Reptilian Psytanic Infanterferon megalomalice. So lock up your childrens, don your protective Spaceboy/Spacegirl/Spaceother suit, and have your eyes removed for your own safety... for from the moment you are transported to one planet-class that proves hospitable to your sensibilities, the next you will find your sonic wormhole force-fed spice by a Kwisatz Haderach that has nothing but the wish to send you hurtling into a singularity of disdain for generic and subcultural consciousness.
