D's NOT DEAD!

That's right! Just like Punk, Rock 'n' Roll, and the Greatest Story Ever Told, Dickster lives on. Don't forget it!

Dickster is everywhere. He's in you. He's in me. He's everywhere. D will never die. His aura is too huge and consuming. I am penetrated by Him –and yes, I will continue to give Him a capital 'H', for I now understand. I have discovered a scribbled paper in His things that was most enlightening.

You have a dick? That's maybe where you'll find Him, whether it be humongous or not. You don't have a crotch? You're probably a woman then, but don't be fooled, 'cause you do have a masculine side, a male identity roaming inside you that you have or not discovered, and it's got a dick!

Now you may not associate Dickster to that part of your anatomy. I did for a long time, but D isn't just that. D, after having gone to my head, is in my heart. Maybe one day you'll find Him there too; it's a wonderful feeling.

No, He is not godly. He isn't even a prophet. He made a step, a gigantic leap. If you knew His story –I hope to uncover it for humanity–… I can't even fathom it all. But you know what? I don't have to. I have seen, heard and felt it. His experience transpires like an energy field. If He'd have walked into a crowded stadium with all the lights out, everyone would have noticed. Why? How? It's unexplainable. But True!

D has transcended death. D is a brand new hope, a beacon of life. 1D portrays his 'sex symbol' years. Many years later, when He'd finally got a grip on His balls, He came back new and improved. Respect, man. Respect. Not only could you look up to Him, but He was humble, powerfully humble. D'd become a Gandhi of the soul. All right, I'm exaggerating a little. But I swear? He had more power in the tip of his little finger than any man wtih an entire army, and nuclear weapons to boot, at his disposition.

Why isn't there world peace then? The only viable answer I could come up with is: men are scaredy cats! That's why they did Him in. They wanted Him dead 'cause He was going to rock their cushy world, and the happiness that would have followed… Well, maybe, thinking they didn't deserve it, they figured their peice of the happy pie would go to someone else. They didn't have the balls for joy! They are weak and to be pitied. They need compassion, love; it's the only thing that can save them.

Believe me, D is out there! He's doing His big bit, and those of you who catch on to His message will escape persecution and hardships of all kinds. You think I'm insane? I'm pleased with myself. It may not be bliss just yet, but I'm lighter and much happier from having met Dickster. I, the atheist who always will be, believe in Dickster!

I'm declaring the ides of November, the 13th of November, the new D-Day. We will all have a day off to commemorate what Dickster stands for: liberation from within!

Signing out,

Jack Stack.

P.S. Don't forget to come to the CCC (Canadian Cultural Center, 5 rue Constantinople, Paris 75007) on March 14th, the eve of the ides, at 20:00. I will present 1D and give you some insight as to what must be in 2D and 3D.