It’s the Thoughtlessness that Counts
Predator Press
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AS millions and millions of Predator Press fans already know, July is commemorated worldwide as the birthday of Predator Press.
And any moment now –as is tradition- people in possession of copious amounts of high explosives and potent alcohol will light up the skies in spontaneous and adoring splendor.
I am always deeply moved and exhilarated by the spur-of-the-moment festivities, and simultaneously disconcerted by the massive firepower our dangerous readers can apparently attain.
But Predator Press Birthday Month isn’t about blowing each others fingers and heads off ... in fact, I don’t really know how that ritual even got started.
Predator Press' Birthday Month is about getting presents.
There are numerous things you could give to Predator Press with far less risk of injury. Pyramids for instance. Or an eighty-foot tall solid gold effigy, surrounded by bleachers that future generations can worship from in self-deprecating comfort.
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