Commie Creeps, EPCOT Center, and UNICEF. ABS ties it all together.

Epcot Center and Spaceship Earth, that structure that looks like a giant golf ball.

Spaceship Earth? Wadda crock. The Earth is a planet not a spaceship and that failed metaphor is not the only thing that ought set on edge the teeth of any normal man.

When Mimi and Poppy brought their children there poor Poppy nearly went mental because of the progressive propaganda of how wonderful everything is now compared to the old days when everyone knows it has been all downhill since Adam and Eve but just try and tell that to Walter Cronkite, that crypto commie creep, who was doing the narration for this egregiously irritating ride

Try and tell anyone that Adam was the smartest man who ever lived that and they will stare blankly at you looking as though they have just been brained with a huge loin of frozen cod.

Cronkite that lily livered Lincoln loving lunatic was once said to be the most trusted man in America but in reality he was a subversive socialistic sapper of the first order and whenever poor Poppy saw him on TV he would begin to feel this rage boil up in him and he would scream at Chuckles and The Big One " For the love of God can we please turn off this miserable bastid?

Look at his thick black glasses and tell me that U Thant or some other United Nations monkey isn't  feeding him propaganda through those glasses.

Turn this bastid off and let's watch something of value like Green Acres because I am pretty damn sure that county extension agent, Hank Kimball, ain't a damn commie like Walter Cronkite and don't even get me started on Chet Huntley.

(Note the large glasses/receiver Chet wore and notice the product placement.

And see the quizzical countenance?  Prolly experiencing bad reception as Mao is trying to feed him some propaganda as his pen pal, Mao, history's greatest killer, was dog paddling down the Yangtze River).

That Commie Bastid enrages any normal man and he belongs in San Quentin or Rikers Island and he should be making license plates instead of tearing down America and supporting fluoridation in our water and Chuckles and the Big One would just ignore ABS, look at each other and roll their eyes, and whisper " Let's give him that book about Toby Tyler, maybe the asshole will take the hint"

Ah, what's the use..

Nobody listened to poor Poppy when he was a kid and nobody is listening now.

Whats that?  U Thant. 

Hell, no, ABS did not forget about him.

What'n'hell kind of a name is "U?"

Its a name for a mongoloid ( Hey, U) and, as a mongoloid, he did have the necessary qualifications to be the Secretary General of the United Nations.

UNICEF

How it all began

The idea: Halloween could be more than just a day for kids to overindulge on candy. In 1947 — less than a year after UNICEF's founding — the Reverend Clyde Allison, and his wife Mary Emma were handing out sweets to an endless parade of trick-or-treaters. The spectacle triggered conflicting emotions as it still does among parents today.

School groups, church groups and  fire departments came together to cover entire towns.

Mary turned to her husband and said, "It's too bad we can't turn this into something good."

"We can," Clyde replied.

The following year, the Allisons had their children trick-or-treating for clothing, soap and other goods for post-World War II relief efforts in Europe. But after the Halloween of 1949, the charity leading that effort disbanded. Suddenly, the Allisons had nowhere to direct their donations.

The encounter: One day, Mary Emma spotted a cow leading a parade of children down Philadelphia’s main shopping strip. The destination? A booth collecting donations to support UNICEF. Mary Emma knew a perfect fit when she saw one. 

The Trick-or-Treat for UNICEF box may change from year to year but one thing doesn't: Kids are always looking for a way to help others.

"UNICEF has caught the imagination of our people, especially our nation's children ..." — President Kennedy

It was an ah-ha moment with far-reaching effects. That next Halloween, the Allisons’ children and friends collected coins for UNICEF in hand-painted milk cartons.  Trick-or-Treat for UNICEF was born. 

The idea took off like a prairie wildfire. School and church groups, police and fire departments and other civic organizations got in on the act. By 1953, the campaign was so big that the United States Committee for UNICEF — what the U.S. Fund is today — took over. 

Soon “Trick-or-Treat for UNICEF” was an annual chorus heard in the U.S. and overseas as countries like Canada, France, Japan, Spain and the Philippines embraced the initiative, and partners like Key Club International and the entire Kiwanis family began supporting the campaign.

UNICEF won the 1965 Nobel Prize for programs like Trick-or-Treat for UNICEF that "proved compassion knows no national boundaries. UN Photo/Yutaka Nagata

"We are thrilled 'Peanuts' will inspire a new generation of kids to help kids.” —U.S. Fund for UNICEF President & CEO Caryl M. Stern

In 1960, President John F. Kennedy noted "UNICEF has captured the imagination of our people, especially our nation's children... (and then he took four hits of speed, jumped into the white house swimming pool and began porking Mob whores) 

Notice the elderly perv with the glasses in the last photo. That's "U."

T'hell is going on here?  ABS'll tell ya. 

It was a propagandistic photo meant to entice normal American kids to go collect money for the crummy United Nations, earth's largest collective of lunatic liberals, dog eaters, pagans, rapists, sadists, tribal cannibals, criminals, serial killers, genital-gobbling genocidal generals, illiterate mouth breathing goatherds, and delusional desert dwellers.

Hell, even poor Poppy, when he was a kid, was dragooned into collecting for UNICEF because the Priests at Saint Mary's told us that to be considered good boys we had to collect for UNICEF before we Trick or Treated for candy on Halloween and, knowing what ABS now knows, he is glad he never turned in the money but used it to buy packages of Raspberry Jello that he ate right out of the box without ever mixing it with water.

As a youth, Poppy hated the United Nations with a rage so expansive that this galaxy barely contained it.

What did the the phony propagandists do with the money collected for, presumably, UNICEF?

U and his Buddhist Buddies used the money to throw lavish bashes in the UN Ballroom where all his pals could smoke opium and eat endless servings of roast beef, garlic smashed taters, and creamed onions, and every other day or so, the crypto commie Walter Cronkite would go there directly from his CBS studio to get liquored-up and play grab ass with the babes in the Taiwanese delegation.

The UN, Pfffft