Alright, you remember that divine experience I mentioned in last week’s column? It turned out to be total bullshit, so forget I said anything. I thought I could let it ride and reached out to my daughter Jessica to see if she wanted to reconnect, and she in so many words told me to go fuck myself. I figure if God had actually revealed Himself to me He would’ve at least let me speak to my libtard daughter again, but maybe I’m a fucking idiot. The whole thing was probably a side effect from the Lipitor I started taking last week. Shit’s making me loopier than a goddamn shit house rat. It’s a shame, too. I’d have made a fucking excellent prophet, but looks like I’m gonna have to go the opposite route. As such, here’s the new album by Archgoat . Track 1: Invocation 666 Oooh, this is promising. All hail Satan! Track 2: Nightbringer, Lightbringer Don’t get me wrong, my...