Because there truly is no bottom to the stupid, a woman named Karen from Washington has psychically contacted Cecil Lion in the hereafter and sent along a message from him:
Let not the actions of these few men defeat us or allow darkness to enter our hearts. If we do then we become one of them. Raise your vibration and allow this energy to move us forward.
What happened does not need to be discussed as it is what it is.
Take heart, my child, I am finer than ever, grander than before, as no one can take our purity, our truth, or our soul. Ever.
I am here. Be strong and speak for all the others who suffer needlessly to satisfy human greed. Bring Light and Love and we will rise above this.
What beautiful words.
TotD still had some questions, so I too psychically contacted Cecil Lion in the hereafter to see how things were going. This is the transcript:
Cecil? Cecil Lion?
Hey, buddy. Sorry about the past few weeks.
“It’s okay. I am finer than ever and grander than before.”
“Fuck, no. A goddamned dentist skinned me in a field.”
“Neither fine nor grand at the moment.”
But you said all those inspiring things to Karen.
“I was misquoted and taken out of context.”
Well, would you like to correct any of the statements?
“More the tone. Y’see: people see lions and think that we’re noble and peace-loving; we’re not. It’s hot and we don’t know where our next meal is coming from. We’re conserving our energy.”
“I enjoy opera, if you must know.”
Okay. The feeling I’m getting is that you’re holding a grudge.
“A dentist skinned me in a field. I am not getting over that for a little while.”
I can see where you’re coming from.
“If I could, I’d eat you. This is precisely how America created Al Qaeda, y’know?”
Let’s not say things we can’t take back.
“Fuck you: I’m a dead lion. They must have cut off my fucks along with my head, because I don’t seem to have any fucks left.”
Thanks, Cecil Lion.
“Suck my barbed dick.”