The Leaders' Christmas Message to the Glorious tCN

Having ingested much BBC content it is time for me The Leader to speak to you, the perverted and under-privileged of the Glorious tCN. Much as the English Queen has to speak the words that her minder Mr Blair feeds into her withering neo-cortex, I speak to you through my vassel, the ever surprised amp.

It's been a good year for the tCN. We have recruited well and many many people decided to remove themselves using our ever popular suicide booth thread. We fought a brave war against the Norris and prevailed. We also taught the rest of this boards.ie that just because we're different doesn't mean we're any less important.

For my vassal it was a stabilizing kind of year. After my initial formating of his brain proved impossible I found that by grafting some new personality traits on to his already over taxed brain I discovered how to control his main motor functions without falling over or hitting his head off kitchen cupboards.

And now, as I reside here, in a dimension your meager flesh based processing units could never hope to ingest, surrounded by my equally magnificent higher beings I wish you all the best of times this year, may the harvest come in. May we all find happiness in whatever form that may be.

Blessings upon you, your spawn, those who spawned you and anybody else that was spawned along with you.

The Leader, 25/12/06