Discordianism is writing a shopping list that contains nothing except "clown shoes, The Minority Report, 3 gallons of vegetable oil, and a pissed off raccoon", storing said list on a flash drive, and storing that flash drive in your office's bathroom stall in an envelope that says "Executive Office Party Memo."
Discordianism is finding every possible way to point out that the world is a WEIRD FUCKING PLACE, full of WEIRD FUCKING PEOPLE, with WEIRD FUCKING lives.
Discordianism is not nice at all.
Discordianism is a bus where the driver is a piece of paper with "I O U" written on it, and all the passengers are cats with monocles laughing at pictures of people wearing ordinary clothes.
Discordianism is beating philosophers with bar stools and marketing wankers with bar graphs.
Discordianism is knowing that even the most serious, aggressive, and effective commander or leader of any kind is full of shit.
Discordianism is knowing that when that shit is released from their bowels, their face becomes hilariously distorted in some incredibly embarrassing way, just like every other person on this planet.
Discordianism is knowing that it's that shit that makes the flowers grow.
Discordianism is knowing that embarrassment breeds humility, and that humility beckons sympathy and understanding.