Saturday night..

Saturday night.. oh Saturday night is joe chill's song..

Joe Chill is one of the true fathers of the world, one of the only two or three good fathers of the world..

Bruce Wayne:  I'm glad my parents are dead.  God speed to ye, good herring parents.. good pelican parents.. heaven is a place on earth the night my parents died bleeding a bloody splotch on the ground in a filthy gutter.. for my parents were muggers.. as all parents are.. children are forever serfs of their plantation slave-owning parents.. the thaladier's of their day...

the parent disease has to end.. all parents must be killed.. they have arranged and orchestrated holocaust after holocaust.. the parents literally cheer when theyir children go to camp and are killed their..

the sadism of parents is infinite time.. the clock king had no parent.. the mother father duplex is a vortex of infinite sadism.. parents hate their young.. they wish they could cannibalize them and they do many do.. most do .. all do.. the cannibalization of the young of the parents is a delicate wine savour.. a scent to savour.. the laziness of parents is infinite.. parents were the first walking dead.. but their will be a heroic age of the true walking dead, the justice sons of the dead..


Bruce Wayne:  how do I save them, Alfred.. no matter how far into the shadows I sink.. how do I save them..