Priscilla, the Monkey Girl, was born with hair on her face. Here she is in her wedding gown. She married the Alligator Man, and they were very happy together, sharing their lives with the American People before the Politically Correct Goons got state legislatures to make it illegal for freaks to earn a living, parading in front of people, performing, and introducing us all to the whimsey of the Lord, Jesus Christ, God the Father, and the Holy Ghost who, as the Trinity, love these freaks in the way a father loves his son or daughter. WHAT GOD HATH WROUGHT LET NO MERE MAN CRITICIZE.

God has His reasons. He evidently wanted us to see these persons born differently for us. Perhaps He wanted them to be here on Earth so that we can see them. Who knows? God's Plans are Eternal, far beyond the needs of a single generation such as ours. Priscilla, the Monkey Girl, is still alive, living in the freaks' Trailer Court in Florida, missing those days when the Freak Shows were top billing at Circuses, and Priscilla had millions of admirers and gawkers who bought her postcards and letters about herself, earning her lots of money. And, besides, as Priscilla will tell you if you go to her trailer park, "I liked it. In fact, I loved it. The Freak Show was a place to be, to earn a living, to astound people. I liked being looked at. It made me powerful. Now I am next to nothing." If you want to help Priscilla, The Monkey Girl, work in a Freak Show like she wants to, please email your Congressmen.

Little Jeannie Smith was born with a body that extended only above the waste. Jeannie is still alive, at the Freak's Trailer Park in Florida. She enjoyed the circus, like people watching her, and had several acts for the audiences.

This was her life, a life she knew from an early age, even as a child. Being looked at for a living made Jeannie Smith a nice living, but the liberals who said this was a dirty business lost her her living. Jeannie's life was ruined by their misplaced good will.

Now, an old lady, Jeannie Smith looks through her scrapbooks of the Freak Show and the Circus where she was someone important, so important that people freely forked up cold, hard cash to see her, hear her stories, see her perform acrobatic routines with one-half of a body, and who answered their questions with a tiny, girlish smile. If you want to help Little Jeannie Smith work in a Freak Show like she wants to, please email your Congressmen.

Oh, to be young again, to be freakish and bizarre, to amaze the souls of men and to give to little boys with curious eyes an apparition of the wierdest confusions of the human form, arms that protrude from a boy's back, Siamese twins who dance and play the piano, men with three legs, women born with lizard skin, guys with hands like lobster claws. Yet, now, because of liberals, these oddities can be seen no more. The curiosity that fed young minds is now banished by a rude nation that is falsely dedicated to maintaining the untruth that no one is curious or than no one has the God-Given right to see what God Hate Wrought in His Wisdom to astound us all.

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