I didn't do anything: I mean "I didn't do anything wrong."
This is the time between the first sentence and the next_when one takes off their glasses, and, looks around the room for another, cleaner pair; while they ponder the meaning of what they just said.
The fact is: Yes, I did ask, Oprah Winfrey and Rosie O'Donneal, to create, or help me create magazines.
It was wrong-headed of me to not suspect they might go-on to create these two magazine-empire's eventually, and, that for their own personal business-reasons_should decide to leave me quite out of the equation. And most of all: I was wrong to admire these two, self-rightious girls because of all that had been printed about them, I overlooked the fact they had a huge fellowship of indivdguals who stood by every word ever spoken by these two celibraties, but, even my own mother was consumed by their public-personification. To that, perhaps all I can say is: I'm somewhat confused as to how to feel about the situation, as this mother unfortunaitely moved, and probibly died in the space of the fifteen years_since I first reinvented Oprah and Risie.
This would be my second mother we're talking about; Mrs.God, who was named herself after the mother, daughter, or, wife of Mohammed/The Great Islamic-prpohet, Kidijha. My first mother, Mother-Mary, lives still, and saw both the beginning of The/Resurection of my world, but, also witnessed me becomming, Christ; while she was being draged into Saint`hood herself. In fact and deed, in the age we live in today, The/Pope himself has canonized The/Mother of Christianity; while I stand exposed unto the whole of the earth_yet sceterly purswding that my will shall be done, and, that when this civilaxition is ended, the onss whom rizes from the rubble will know" I was true to my word, Christ arrived for His Second-Coming, and then He left again" so that humanity might show a glimmer of hope_in its search to find its way back home once more in this new world of which has been created for them.
So yes, in a time to come, will hope be renewed, or from it shall my people run?
Saturday, 30 August 2014
Saturday, 9 August 2014
Hollywood Thugs
Little snot-nosed, piss-ants like, Quincy Jones, are a huge problem for the United States of America, and quite frankly_the world. For decades these buisness-people/politico's have been allowed to misdirect the respectability of America, with their pop-culture. These Hollywood-types are the first to complain, and, have laws changed; when they feel they have been defamed_to then stand on the world-platform spewing-out blasphemy and every other kind of vice_only to be congratulated, because,if they are stars_they have a pretty voice, flash-tits, or, wear a skirt up to their necks; while the mogal-makers like Mr.Jones can do no wrong because after-all they brought all these lovely, talanted, hard-working Hollywood-types to our attention in the first place. And then, as if to be further rewarded; for defaming America's integral-standing around the globe , they literally get paid-off_with corruptions to manage, clothing-lines, becoming running-shoe manufactures and body-sent makers. And as an example to their fans & nation for their contrubition to their careers, these Hollywood's, these stars, these examples of Amercian-royallity...well ask yourself: How meny bother to hire Amerciacs even to do the grunt-work, but instead send all the labour to, China, and who knows how much investments are stuffed into forgan off-shore accounts. This is to say nothing of course about all the, Beounce Knowles/Mariah Carey-types, who peddle their ass off for Mid-Eastern, dictatorial-tyrants at a million dollars a pop; apparently with no reguare, or intrest_in what these same dictators are doing against their own people;sa lives. What a lovely bunch of characters they are? Most when returning to The-States_after entertaining only politicians and ministers-of-state over-seas seem to take no notice that the nations people they were supposed to be preforming for wasn't in the audience, and, if they did it wouldn't have made any difference because they were unaware of the travesties that were taking place against the nation in questions population. No. I'm not buying it. They're all just a little-bit conveniently Klink-like of The "Hogan's Hero's" are they not/ I SEE NOTHING, I KNOW NOTHING. A bunch of fucking hypocrites, and thugs, if you ask me.
This sort of behavior cannot be accepted by any forward-thinking society.
So. I do apologize, I'm sure: When little, dried-up, old, leather-skin Niggers like, Quency Jones, decide to go on national-television, and, all but personally attack the little, Baby Jesus, His Heavenly Father, or any-one favored in the public's-mind,_stationed higher, or to be somewhat more enlightened than he. So I'm sorry. But as enlightened as you may wish I should myself be, as far as I can see, these music-mogul's and 'er Srars are nothing more than bunch of money-grubbing thugs; who claim athotity to every culterul-emperdiment and device of "Free-Speach_reguardless of the circumstances, and all for the mighty green-back/Dollar.
As for me, I don't expect much in life. To work till the day I leave this place, to struggle_just to pay the rent, phone, maybe buy a new washing-machine/cars etc... to keep the Hydro turned-on, and, all that people-stuff. I certainly don't expect to be having decisions about what bed I will sleep in at nights, between The Vatican in Rome, or, Buckingham-Palace in London; or in any palace of my choice, and, made due to what would be viewed as security-dissions now Will I?. I mean it's not like to speak to the world I have to leave the familiar surroundings which for all of 60 years has been my fortitude, to suddenly fall out of the sky, and, actually go to some of these horrible, dangerous places_or even other places at all now, is it; for surely that prophesy has already been fulfilled through me_via the internet. Unless things are going to go much-more terribly wrong, this is my time in history, and so-what_if it takes humanity another 300 years to realize it_like they did the last time. In these days we are living now, again_like the last time, establishment cannot but worry:"Should I find the funds, or any other legal-way into the court-system, and, suddenly in the "twinkle of an eye" the world is changed, the course of what was a planed, predictable future altered. The same one and only "King Jesus" sits on the throne of every kingdom and in every kingdom on earth."
Indeed, the streets of The Americas, even as mighty as they are, and walked upon by the very beings who now have twice, or for the second time betrayed, Christ, may well run deep in the self-same establishments blood, as their heads bob up & down freely in the body-fluids of their own iniquity. Should revolution come in my time, God, help us all. Why even with 100,044_which would be claimed as "followers of Jesus Christ, and gained the first day i decide to actually go officially-public, heads would explode. Shit. Three-hundred years? Were the good-people of this earth to learn now what has been done in the name of, Jesus, and that this same person not only lives a reality just as their's but He actually is me...well we know who and what I'll support; of this none doubt.
Naturally I could have been a touch more enlightening here myself, but, all you need to know is "Jesus Is Back" and all Establishment needs to do is prevent you from learning this. Time, and the date for the completion of my mission is a battle for another day, and who knows when? God's Will, shall be done. Nothing can stop that. And by Christ, through Christ, as Christ, I have seen to this also. And in the people's faith, as in mine, I have staked my claim so boldly; not only does this establishment hear the voice of, Christ, in many cases_and against it's own will, I have seen that it be forced to proclaim me to you, because, nobody but nobody "fucks with Buck" or the/JESUS.
This sort of behavior cannot be accepted by any forward-thinking society.
So. I do apologize, I'm sure: When little, dried-up, old, leather-skin Niggers like, Quency Jones, decide to go on national-television, and, all but personally attack the little, Baby Jesus, His Heavenly Father, or any-one favored in the public's-mind,_stationed higher, or to be somewhat more enlightened than he. So I'm sorry. But as enlightened as you may wish I should myself be, as far as I can see, these music-mogul's and 'er Srars are nothing more than bunch of money-grubbing thugs; who claim athotity to every culterul-emperdiment and device of "Free-Speach_reguardless of the circumstances, and all for the mighty green-back/Dollar.
As for me, I don't expect much in life. To work till the day I leave this place, to struggle_just to pay the rent, phone, maybe buy a new washing-machine/cars etc... to keep the Hydro turned-on, and, all that people-stuff. I certainly don't expect to be having decisions about what bed I will sleep in at nights, between The Vatican in Rome, or, Buckingham-Palace in London; or in any palace of my choice, and, made due to what would be viewed as security-dissions now Will I?. I mean it's not like to speak to the world I have to leave the familiar surroundings which for all of 60 years has been my fortitude, to suddenly fall out of the sky, and, actually go to some of these horrible, dangerous places_or even other places at all now, is it; for surely that prophesy has already been fulfilled through me_via the internet. Unless things are going to go much-more terribly wrong, this is my time in history, and so-what_if it takes humanity another 300 years to realize it_like they did the last time. In these days we are living now, again_like the last time, establishment cannot but worry:"Should I find the funds, or any other legal-way into the court-system, and, suddenly in the "twinkle of an eye" the world is changed, the course of what was a planed, predictable future altered. The same one and only "King Jesus" sits on the throne of every kingdom and in every kingdom on earth."
Indeed, the streets of The Americas, even as mighty as they are, and walked upon by the very beings who now have twice, or for the second time betrayed, Christ, may well run deep in the self-same establishments blood, as their heads bob up & down freely in the body-fluids of their own iniquity. Should revolution come in my time, God, help us all. Why even with 100,044_which would be claimed as "followers of Jesus Christ, and gained the first day i decide to actually go officially-public, heads would explode. Shit. Three-hundred years? Were the good-people of this earth to learn now what has been done in the name of, Jesus, and that this same person not only lives a reality just as their's but He actually is me...well we know who and what I'll support; of this none doubt.
Naturally I could have been a touch more enlightening here myself, but, all you need to know is "Jesus Is Back" and all Establishment needs to do is prevent you from learning this. Time, and the date for the completion of my mission is a battle for another day, and who knows when? God's Will, shall be done. Nothing can stop that. And by Christ, through Christ, as Christ, I have seen to this also. And in the people's faith, as in mine, I have staked my claim so boldly; not only does this establishment hear the voice of, Christ, in many cases_and against it's own will, I have seen that it be forced to proclaim me to you, because, nobody but nobody "fucks with Buck" or the/JESUS.
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Jesus Land
WE WON'T FINISH THIS TODAY BUT SOME THINGS NEED TO BE SAID NONE-THE-LESS
We've all been here before; where Hollywood-tries with all their millions, their wonderful reputations and meny, meny fans, start complainint that their 'Tweeters' are giving them a hard time, and oh how we must all feel sorry for them. What a bunch of sissy-asses, good-for-nothing, God-fearing, yellow-bellied losers! These dirty-mugs got us all into this war; by not speaking-up when they had a chance. All they wanted to do was protect their mighty-reputations, and to hell with the rest of us. They pretend to care about humanity, only to allow, George Walker Bush, to blackmail them over their filthy-secret(that with the fall of their queen_so goes the empire)and that I have been commandes by the gods-themselves, to be the person to do this thing; even need it be single-handedly and from behind my computer. But then...we didn't expect, Pope John Paul-II, secretly titled me as, Ssint-Internet fourteen years ago, or that, Pope Benidicten, now proclaims the Internet itself was "a gift from God" only to have it never mean anything now_did we.
None of this matters to my Hollywood's however, or, of course; although at this point there is hardly a-one-of-them whom haven't eather directly used me and my information to further their own careers, or at least have heard of me through others; that now fail to quake in their boots_should my descovery be imminent, providing they don't get caught, and more importantly...nobody tells. Well I have been sent here so that they whom have betraied me, and, in-so-doing betraied my God, can kiss-my-ass! I don't care how meny millions they donate to worthy-causes. It will never be enough to wipe-away the innocent-blood so meny of them are guilty for spilling on the hot, sweltering, desert-sands of, Iraq. No ammount of money will ever be enough, until those guilty admit:"There is but one God, though the entity goes by meny names, and always_not even the-Pope, but Jesus Christ-Himself is the Emisssry between both." For what they have done, and how poorly they have served humanity in lue of their fat pocket-books: it is said that when christ-returns, "He will make all things anew". So hear this Hollywoods, Politicians, and all those whom once thought themselves superrior, and, in no need of a god. "My People, the rightious of the earth, will Not forgive you, for you too-well know what you have done." And nobody really appreciates, Jesus, havingm to come back into the world. Not even me. But "shit happens" and as, Pontis Pilot, once did to Christ, I wash my hands of you_to leave your fate in the hands of my mob.
Indeed, all-is-well in, Jesus Land. As surely as this day, May 16th is my birthday, and, I have already been gifted twice before even rising from my sleeping-parlor, Barbara J Walters, is removing her skinny-puss from the television-screens around the world, and, the lying-bitch who once said her gratest desire would have been to interview, Jesus Christ, now that she has been given a second chance, I feel free of her. Then of course, the migjhty Miss.Oprah Winfrey, was on the show proclaiming that YES, Chi does have somewhat of a shady-past, and stealing from others was Not going to prevent her from becoming all that chi thinks chi is. Well that will give us a few rightious-tweets needing be posted at the least, and of which are already stored in my phone_ready to be sent out into the world_as usuall by-my-command.
amen
We've all been here before; where Hollywood-tries with all their millions, their wonderful reputations and meny, meny fans, start complainint that their 'Tweeters' are giving them a hard time, and oh how we must all feel sorry for them. What a bunch of sissy-asses, good-for-nothing, God-fearing, yellow-bellied losers! These dirty-mugs got us all into this war; by not speaking-up when they had a chance. All they wanted to do was protect their mighty-reputations, and to hell with the rest of us. They pretend to care about humanity, only to allow, George Walker Bush, to blackmail them over their filthy-secret(that with the fall of their queen_so goes the empire)and that I have been commandes by the gods-themselves, to be the person to do this thing; even need it be single-handedly and from behind my computer. But then...we didn't expect, Pope John Paul-II, secretly titled me as, Ssint-Internet fourteen years ago, or that, Pope Benidicten, now proclaims the Internet itself was "a gift from God" only to have it never mean anything now_did we.
None of this matters to my Hollywood's however, or, of course; although at this point there is hardly a-one-of-them whom haven't eather directly used me and my information to further their own careers, or at least have heard of me through others; that now fail to quake in their boots_should my descovery be imminent, providing they don't get caught, and more importantly...nobody tells. Well I have been sent here so that they whom have betraied me, and, in-so-doing betraied my God, can kiss-my-ass! I don't care how meny millions they donate to worthy-causes. It will never be enough to wipe-away the innocent-blood so meny of them are guilty for spilling on the hot, sweltering, desert-sands of, Iraq. No ammount of money will ever be enough, until those guilty admit:"There is but one God, though the entity goes by meny names, and always_not even the-Pope, but Jesus Christ-Himself is the Emisssry between both." For what they have done, and how poorly they have served humanity in lue of their fat pocket-books: it is said that when christ-returns, "He will make all things anew". So hear this Hollywoods, Politicians, and all those whom once thought themselves superrior, and, in no need of a god. "My People, the rightious of the earth, will Not forgive you, for you too-well know what you have done." And nobody really appreciates, Jesus, havingm to come back into the world. Not even me. But "shit happens" and as, Pontis Pilot, once did to Christ, I wash my hands of you_to leave your fate in the hands of my mob.
Indeed, all-is-well in, Jesus Land. As surely as this day, May 16th is my birthday, and, I have already been gifted twice before even rising from my sleeping-parlor, Barbara J Walters, is removing her skinny-puss from the television-screens around the world, and, the lying-bitch who once said her gratest desire would have been to interview, Jesus Christ, now that she has been given a second chance, I feel free of her. Then of course, the migjhty Miss.Oprah Winfrey, was on the show proclaiming that YES, Chi does have somewhat of a shady-past, and stealing from others was Not going to prevent her from becoming all that chi thinks chi is. Well that will give us a few rightious-tweets needing be posted at the least, and of which are already stored in my phone_ready to be sent out into the world_as usuall by-my-command.
amen
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
May God
Who can be suprised when someone like, no...let's say exactly like, Oprah Winfery, suggests, or, has people on her shows suggest:" There is no use reflecting on past events in you're life, because, that prevents you from moving-forward in your lives." I tell you: such sentiment is abslute hog`wash. And quite frankly her, Bishop Jakes, on todays show is nothing more, or, less than a common south-sayer. I find personally that were I to ignore my past, actually that's only letting those whom have betraied me get-away with it for one more day. Naturally that's exactly what these Hollywood and political-types would like of us; to let them keep socking-it-to-us; while we just roll-over, forget, and without knowing it's only going to happen again, take more of their abusses. Well that ain't happening here, buster. I don't have barrels of money, that I can just walk into a court and have any sort of grate orrection made. I don't have a platform such as a television-show, or in this csse a television-station, and even a magazine-empier; of which in her case I could simply pump-out some phony-assed message_of which the whole world is going to buy-into, simply because I have all this money which seems to be the only real thing respected in this world, and, often no matter where it may have come from or how it was earned. I don't have a fantastic edgucation, fancy degrees, and I don't even come from a well-known respected family. Everything in my life seems to go contrary to what one has been brought-up to believe, and, probably I should be quite disturbed with myself, and angry at the world; were I someone else, and probably like someone you yourself know in you're own very lives.
NuHuh! I take my strikes like a slave maybe sometimes, but, get back on my feet again like a man. I remember my assailents, and then strike back. It's Not usually plesent for my victums, and never is intended to be; that they should know they have pissed-off, Jesus, or, whoever that person was that I used to be. Those rules never did change from that day, to this eather; nor ever will. If it has come to me that you must be drop-kicked, and you're friends get in the way, feel pity for them, because, I won't do that_anymore than I'm about to forget one day of which has made me all-that! And may my God help anybody who thinks I'm about to change one iota. I have heard it said that: rebuking one for their sin doesn't always mean that you love/LIKE them, but to ignore or fail to address it with them, proves you're love is lacking." You can believe what you want: but, we will notice I'm Not the one saying the only way for, Christ, to return: is to destroy the world now, am I? I may be here to remove the innfluance af a few wicked-souls, but wish harm upon not one hair on their head. What good are dead enemies. You can't teach the dead anything. You can't humilaite the dead. You can't punnish the dead. And the dead don't know when their getting their ass kicked.
Hollywood does though. All too well Hollywood knows what it is to make me madd; as it continues to follow its royal`Bitch, the biblical`Whore, it's Queen-of-Talk towards what I intend to be it's own doom; until or if it surrenders to me what is mine. Unfortunatly for them, there is not enough money in the world to satisfy my blood-lust, to coin a phrais. Already, reguarding this subject_where`by Miss Winfrey and Rosie stole those ideas for their publications, Hollywood does walk on tip-toes. When the matter of their Queen is being disgust amonst themselves, not hardly a one of them can shake the guilt of protecting her and the 'sister in crime' any longer. They know that thousands of their own people have lost their lives, because, DUBYA was able to blackmail the television-industry into allowing him war; on the grounds that he would keep secret about what Hollywood did_in protection of their queen. They can't look look in the eyes, one with the other, only to see their owe reflection_that of a conspiritor, and yes...even a murderer of their own felloe-man. Their hearts, wicked and greedy for fame as they are, still break; as they find themselves traped in this vail of scilance. And may God have mercy on their soul, because, I won't!
Truth --known, I love sitting on my pedestal The Establishment has so readdily placed within mine hands. If I could have been riped-off by somebody, I'm glad it was the most powerful personality in television. I'm glad it turned-out to be a black-bitch who did all this too, and not a caucasiun. Nobody can that easily try to pass this all off as some simple case of racisum, cuz Chi done did this to a brother. If nothing more ever came of this, Not a lickly scereno, I'm glad that all I have to do is open my own, Nigger mouth, as surely we know meny in Hollywood-land now must refur to me as, and with a few well-placed words_make them feel the same embarrassment as I do shame in them. Once I told a Canadian Prime-Minister:" In the secret hall-ways of the television-industry and Establishment, there were two words being spoken that could one-day bring them to their knees, and, those words were my name; whatever it was back then, but after being confirmed as The Prodigy-child of the Mormon Church and all Christianity. Naturally I love that when celebs. talk to one another on their Twitter-accounts about me, about some text I may have sent, they refur to me as, Jesus, though Heaven-alone can imangian what they say together and what names they use when refuring to me in person. And I love to see their face as they look-back at us from the camera_after saying something they know I would disaprove of_in wonderment and fear at the thought that I too might at that particular time be watching them. As an example: watch Micheal Strahan, on "Live with Kelly & Micheal, the next time Kelly says "God something-or-another. She has learned her lesson already, that it's always said now in reverance, but, Micheal still almost crindges in his high-chair, his face goes all blank; and as he wonders for a moment if yet once-more the show will experiance 'the wrath of god' should it need-be I say anything and they be put-on-report. So yea! I'm a bully. A grate, big, danm bully. Some may even call me a nasty nigger; especially those of my own race. But whatever I am, whatever my God has permitted me to become, HE walks before me, and it is HIS-Will that shall be done. And again, 'God help anyone whom should be the slightest disresptful to HIM, becausew we so well know with such grate certianty, I won't.
So getting back to the point, No...I'm not about to forget my past_in`order to have a better future. I'm not going to believe forgetting what has been done to me, and just move forward; that it should make this day more enjoyable for me. I'm not going to forget the spilled-blood of perhaps unspoken millions of innocent-souls soaking the sands of, Iraq, and now other nations around the world, because This`Bitch "who sits atop the seven hills and leads the world astray' can rest on her throne any longer than what must be or what may. Those Seven-Hills are the seven continats of the earth, and Chi the wicked-one has been leading us all astray with her silly little television-shows much longer than I would have wished permit. And anybody who foolishly blasphemes that can just move aside, for surely otherwise: they will be mowed-over, and, with the simpelist sympathy from me one could ever imangian.
amen
NuHuh! I take my strikes like a slave maybe sometimes, but, get back on my feet again like a man. I remember my assailents, and then strike back. It's Not usually plesent for my victums, and never is intended to be; that they should know they have pissed-off, Jesus, or, whoever that person was that I used to be. Those rules never did change from that day, to this eather; nor ever will. If it has come to me that you must be drop-kicked, and you're friends get in the way, feel pity for them, because, I won't do that_anymore than I'm about to forget one day of which has made me all-that! And may my God help anybody who thinks I'm about to change one iota. I have heard it said that: rebuking one for their sin doesn't always mean that you love/LIKE them, but to ignore or fail to address it with them, proves you're love is lacking." You can believe what you want: but, we will notice I'm Not the one saying the only way for, Christ, to return: is to destroy the world now, am I? I may be here to remove the innfluance af a few wicked-souls, but wish harm upon not one hair on their head. What good are dead enemies. You can't teach the dead anything. You can't humilaite the dead. You can't punnish the dead. And the dead don't know when their getting their ass kicked.
Hollywood does though. All too well Hollywood knows what it is to make me madd; as it continues to follow its royal`Bitch, the biblical`Whore, it's Queen-of-Talk towards what I intend to be it's own doom; until or if it surrenders to me what is mine. Unfortunatly for them, there is not enough money in the world to satisfy my blood-lust, to coin a phrais. Already, reguarding this subject_where`by Miss Winfrey and Rosie stole those ideas for their publications, Hollywood does walk on tip-toes. When the matter of their Queen is being disgust amonst themselves, not hardly a one of them can shake the guilt of protecting her and the 'sister in crime' any longer. They know that thousands of their own people have lost their lives, because, DUBYA was able to blackmail the television-industry into allowing him war; on the grounds that he would keep secret about what Hollywood did_in protection of their queen. They can't look look in the eyes, one with the other, only to see their owe reflection_that of a conspiritor, and yes...even a murderer of their own felloe-man. Their hearts, wicked and greedy for fame as they are, still break; as they find themselves traped in this vail of scilance. And may God have mercy on their soul, because, I won't!
Truth --known, I love sitting on my pedestal The Establishment has so readdily placed within mine hands. If I could have been riped-off by somebody, I'm glad it was the most powerful personality in television. I'm glad it turned-out to be a black-bitch who did all this too, and not a caucasiun. Nobody can that easily try to pass this all off as some simple case of racisum, cuz Chi done did this to a brother. If nothing more ever came of this, Not a lickly scereno, I'm glad that all I have to do is open my own, Nigger mouth, as surely we know meny in Hollywood-land now must refur to me as, and with a few well-placed words_make them feel the same embarrassment as I do shame in them. Once I told a Canadian Prime-Minister:" In the secret hall-ways of the television-industry and Establishment, there were two words being spoken that could one-day bring them to their knees, and, those words were my name; whatever it was back then, but after being confirmed as The Prodigy-child of the Mormon Church and all Christianity. Naturally I love that when celebs. talk to one another on their Twitter-accounts about me, about some text I may have sent, they refur to me as, Jesus, though Heaven-alone can imangian what they say together and what names they use when refuring to me in person. And I love to see their face as they look-back at us from the camera_after saying something they know I would disaprove of_in wonderment and fear at the thought that I too might at that particular time be watching them. As an example: watch Micheal Strahan, on "Live with Kelly & Micheal, the next time Kelly says "God something-or-another. She has learned her lesson already, that it's always said now in reverance, but, Micheal still almost crindges in his high-chair, his face goes all blank; and as he wonders for a moment if yet once-more the show will experiance 'the wrath of god' should it need-be I say anything and they be put-on-report. So yea! I'm a bully. A grate, big, danm bully. Some may even call me a nasty nigger; especially those of my own race. But whatever I am, whatever my God has permitted me to become, HE walks before me, and it is HIS-Will that shall be done. And again, 'God help anyone whom should be the slightest disresptful to HIM, becausew we so well know with such grate certianty, I won't.
So getting back to the point, No...I'm not about to forget my past_in`order to have a better future. I'm not going to believe forgetting what has been done to me, and just move forward; that it should make this day more enjoyable for me. I'm not going to forget the spilled-blood of perhaps unspoken millions of innocent-souls soaking the sands of, Iraq, and now other nations around the world, because This`Bitch "who sits atop the seven hills and leads the world astray' can rest on her throne any longer than what must be or what may. Those Seven-Hills are the seven continats of the earth, and Chi the wicked-one has been leading us all astray with her silly little television-shows much longer than I would have wished permit. And anybody who foolishly blasphemes that can just move aside, for surely otherwise: they will be mowed-over, and, with the simpelist sympathy from me one could ever imangian.
amen
Friday, 2 May 2014
The Queen-of-Talk
I see a great comparisum between, Donald Trump and Oprah Winfrey, becides the fact that I know their two great personal friends_one with the other. It's not about their bigger than all life attitude about themselves eather. But their both lires, huge lires. And they have learned, or we have_that the more thee lie, the more they are loved. For Donnald, it's this throwing his hat in the ring every election-cycle. Everybody knows, Mr.Trumep, even Donald Trump, that there is no way in hell anybody is going to permit "that" to make an honest attempt to capture The Presidentcy of The United States of America; though they could just be misgiued enough to let another Bush in_unbelieable as that may sound. This Oprah thing however, being the bitch I know her to be,(and incidently don't worry b/c `we will be calling her worse B4 through)is as usual, I'm sure, nothing more than a bid to draw attraction to herself. I cleande her clock when she thought she wouls wrangle another award_this time for The Butler-movie, that the sillywhore didn't mannage even a nomination; doing yet once more exactly what I told her I would fourteen-years ago "ear her apart brick by brick, instution by instution, and the cuan can't like it. Never`mind, chi was never expected to. But now with this alledged attempt to become one of the buyers in the instution of the N.B.A.? That's just wrong on so meny levels.
It seems to me, the whole deal about this Butler-movie was to draw attention to the poor, downtrodden black man and woman. Fuck-Off with that old-school shit. Niggers gotta grow-up! There's not only a black President sitting in The White House, which is good of course, and, the culteral-idenity is so much popularized by a bunch of former black-hoods_who most of the time only think they can sing, and, their musuc-video's are an unacceptabul form of entertainmen...they all have clothing-lines, sell shoes on the side, or perfumes; while to get into the buisness in the-first-place most of them started-off by selling drugs to kids on street corners. None of them are ashamed to admit this eather_now that they got theirs, and use their former behavior as an example as to how we can all improve our own lives by following their example. Well you will excuess me, North-America, and the Free-World, but we're letting them get away with it. Suckers! So if you don't mind, the popint was: from my perspectivbe, I see this Oprah-movie not as a tool to advanve respect for the poor black-persons idenity, but rather a sward intended to keep old-wonds opened_while, weather they know it or not, just pissing-off "whitie" flashing jewles and grilled-teath, and, remaining thugs every step of the way.
Subsequently, should her Royal Grate-Blackness, the mighty Queen-of-Talk get her hands on The N.B.A. basketball owners-assoiation, we can be sure as Chi goes-about expressing every ounce of injustice that has ever been presented to blacks, there won't be much humility being expressed, but instead like, Katt Williams, did on Arcineo Halls-show yesterday_to aledgly help the two gentleman buy entrance into The N.B.A., under other circumstances , and at every oppertunity, they will be pulling-out their fat wallets; waving their cach in our faces. But all that's besides the point isn't it? Oprah isn't lickly to actually buy-into the N.B.A., when you consider this is the first year, O.W.N.TV has managed to turn a profit. Why that chincy-bitch hasn't manaaged to come-up with the pitteling Two-hundred grand I should have been intitled to easther; had she paied me for the idea she would rather steal, ie that rag of a magazine, The Oprah-magazine_let-alone her sister-in-crime Rosie O'Doneall; making incidently both The Nigger & The Honky accountable to me. But as we all know: I don't give a shit about that, or their ficking dirty-money. Not when these two whores are so responcible for every soldure that has had to meet an untimely demise because of them, and, all those whom still choose to protect them. Quite frankly, anyone who is riding-hige with The Biblical Whore of Revelation , will end-up with their legs being choped-off; be it their voice, their reputation, their wealth, or, even their lives_at the face of my God. Those whom betray me, now also betray my God, None shall be excussed!
Further`more, almoost every sports-team always pray to only the-Gods for guidance, luck and victory. From my recolection, foolish as I may be, none pray publicly, or call for any sort of hope_in the name of that cow of a church-lady; for surely too her assperations of opening her own refuge of worship has not yet become a distant thought in her wicked little mind; any more than her ability to convince herself Che will ever be able to wipe this innocent-blood clean which through her, has been smeered upon mine hands. Were her royal grate-niggerness, and 'the biblical whore of revelation' to think she has any chance of entrance into the NBA, there will be possibly even letters written to the assoitation; that they should know: cursed in the name of both our Gods, they too now controling the NBA shall know the same Hell-on-Earth I have brought this bitch_until they too feel as torn-apart as her useless, barron-cunt already does. For ask 'the filthy-one' who denied her the Oscar-award Chi so desperately wished for The-Butler. And that, my people, took no more than a few Tweets to gat the message through; that as said; Oprah Fucking Winfrey, didn't even mannage to recive a nomination. No! `We are Not done with that one, anyone who protects her, anyone who gains any sort of profit through her, and especially anyone who should bow to her instead of (yes I dare say this too) me!
As for the rest of my people, weather they choose to know me or Not, my battle is never going to be against them. The forces of evil that rule and pursway us already are too multipul for one man to deal with anyway; which just could be why I was couhursed into turning myself into a living-god ha-ha. But seriously...you can't hold the powerless accountabul for what the powerful do against them; especially when their not even aware as to exactly how their being hood-winked every step of the way. Still, a few of them outta open their eyes, I think. Tyrinny you see comes in meny disguizes, and has meny players. I intent to fuck...the whole danm lot of them. Just how seriously i rip their innards apart depends on how still they lay there while I giver-one punnding at a time; until even my grate-urges have been satisfide. However, there can be nothing better than a gool old-fasioned orgy once in a while. So once the meat of my revenged has been pounded and beet into a nice tenderization, and if "it" still refuses to yeald to me and our God, anyone is welcome to rip the flesh from the bones of the beast, and sup mightily, who ingraciates themselves by sitting at my table.
amen
It seems to me, the whole deal about this Butler-movie was to draw attention to the poor, downtrodden black man and woman. Fuck-Off with that old-school shit. Niggers gotta grow-up! There's not only a black President sitting in The White House, which is good of course, and, the culteral-idenity is so much popularized by a bunch of former black-hoods_who most of the time only think they can sing, and, their musuc-video's are an unacceptabul form of entertainmen...they all have clothing-lines, sell shoes on the side, or perfumes; while to get into the buisness in the-first-place most of them started-off by selling drugs to kids on street corners. None of them are ashamed to admit this eather_now that they got theirs, and use their former behavior as an example as to how we can all improve our own lives by following their example. Well you will excuess me, North-America, and the Free-World, but we're letting them get away with it. Suckers! So if you don't mind, the popint was: from my perspectivbe, I see this Oprah-movie not as a tool to advanve respect for the poor black-persons idenity, but rather a sward intended to keep old-wonds opened_while, weather they know it or not, just pissing-off "whitie" flashing jewles and grilled-teath, and, remaining thugs every step of the way.
Subsequently, should her Royal Grate-Blackness, the mighty Queen-of-Talk get her hands on The N.B.A. basketball owners-assoiation, we can be sure as Chi goes-about expressing every ounce of injustice that has ever been presented to blacks, there won't be much humility being expressed, but instead like, Katt Williams, did on Arcineo Halls-show yesterday_to aledgly help the two gentleman buy entrance into The N.B.A., under other circumstances , and at every oppertunity, they will be pulling-out their fat wallets; waving their cach in our faces. But all that's besides the point isn't it? Oprah isn't lickly to actually buy-into the N.B.A., when you consider this is the first year, O.W.N.TV has managed to turn a profit. Why that chincy-bitch hasn't manaaged to come-up with the pitteling Two-hundred grand I should have been intitled to easther; had she paied me for the idea she would rather steal, ie that rag of a magazine, The Oprah-magazine_let-alone her sister-in-crime Rosie O'Doneall; making incidently both The Nigger & The Honky accountable to me. But as we all know: I don't give a shit about that, or their ficking dirty-money. Not when these two whores are so responcible for every soldure that has had to meet an untimely demise because of them, and, all those whom still choose to protect them. Quite frankly, anyone who is riding-hige with The Biblical Whore of Revelation , will end-up with their legs being choped-off; be it their voice, their reputation, their wealth, or, even their lives_at the face of my God. Those whom betray me, now also betray my God, None shall be excussed!
Further`more, almoost every sports-team always pray to only the-Gods for guidance, luck and victory. From my recolection, foolish as I may be, none pray publicly, or call for any sort of hope_in the name of that cow of a church-lady; for surely too her assperations of opening her own refuge of worship has not yet become a distant thought in her wicked little mind; any more than her ability to convince herself Che will ever be able to wipe this innocent-blood clean which through her, has been smeered upon mine hands. Were her royal grate-niggerness, and 'the biblical whore of revelation' to think she has any chance of entrance into the NBA, there will be possibly even letters written to the assoitation; that they should know: cursed in the name of both our Gods, they too now controling the NBA shall know the same Hell-on-Earth I have brought this bitch_until they too feel as torn-apart as her useless, barron-cunt already does. For ask 'the filthy-one' who denied her the Oscar-award Chi so desperately wished for The-Butler. And that, my people, took no more than a few Tweets to gat the message through; that as said; Oprah Fucking Winfrey, didn't even mannage to recive a nomination. No! `We are Not done with that one, anyone who protects her, anyone who gains any sort of profit through her, and especially anyone who should bow to her instead of (yes I dare say this too) me!
As for the rest of my people, weather they choose to know me or Not, my battle is never going to be against them. The forces of evil that rule and pursway us already are too multipul for one man to deal with anyway; which just could be why I was couhursed into turning myself into a living-god ha-ha. But seriously...you can't hold the powerless accountabul for what the powerful do against them; especially when their not even aware as to exactly how their being hood-winked every step of the way. Still, a few of them outta open their eyes, I think. Tyrinny you see comes in meny disguizes, and has meny players. I intent to fuck...the whole danm lot of them. Just how seriously i rip their innards apart depends on how still they lay there while I giver-one punnding at a time; until even my grate-urges have been satisfide. However, there can be nothing better than a gool old-fasioned orgy once in a while. So once the meat of my revenged has been pounded and beet into a nice tenderization, and if "it" still refuses to yeald to me and our God, anyone is welcome to rip the flesh from the bones of the beast, and sup mightily, who ingraciates themselves by sitting at my table.
amen
Wednesday, 30 April 2014
Heaven Is
Maybe someone like me was never ment to understand people, nor them I. Perhaps it would be an easy thing for me to do; walk into some court some day, and sue for my entitlements. Perhaps I could wish to then go through my vast list of those whom have betraied me, in this life-time as a man; that I should now unwelcomely be turned into this thing, this god-like creature. Perhaps once done legaly, and in a court-of-law, every man and woman on the street would be encourraged into rightful, and in their eyes, holy-war. Perhaps I could even finally then cause those same people responciple for both my creation, and what thus-far they have feared to recongnize as their demise, to finally be brought-up on charges of conspiricy_leading to the highest esolangs of establishment, and all of whom know me well_to be imprisoned, striped of their possesions, and meny to witness the lopping-off of heads a plenty. But do I want that/Really?
What really makes me crazy, and who knows, partly it could be my fault_having somewhat of an overpowerring certanty about all this is: most of humanity can only beleive in a, Jesus, that's going to one-day wisk them off to Heaven, and safty; saving them from an all-to-certan eventual globel-casastrophe. Well I'm sorry my Dears, but I've been here sixty-years on the 16th. of May. Other than a brief four seconds, when I was a teenager, casually and recklessly playing with a 22 semi-automatic rifel on a hill-top behind my family's home_where I had built a small log-cabin play-house, did I ever think what it would be like to no-longer be here. Since thatt formentioned date, I have always been prepairesd to live my life_no matter what it surved-up to me, for as long as I can and my God permits_with two feet on solid ground. And just what in the fuck need have people for some demi-god to wisk them off to Heaven for anyways; for as the scriptures say:" It is already inside each and every one of us" or was that a lie. No no! We don't need to abandon our world to save our soul. We need to repair our soul to save our world. If that requirres a great-clensing of the shits that are running stuff around here, so-be-it! On that subject all I can say is: How fortunate are my people, that it was I the true-gods in Their infinate-wisdome chose to represent Them, because, having your name attached to, DUBYA'S war, and probably the ability with you're own resorces able to prove it easily, nevermind, Jesus Christ, Hitler most lickedly would have been the one to succeed in ataining The Second Coming.
Maybe I just don't want to believe all the prophesies, or at least understand them in the same manner as ordanary folks do anyway. It is not however by understanding things the way ordanary people do, that is responsible for getting me on all these famious, alledgly inlightened peoples web-pages_that surely my name shall reign unto eturnity, is it. It is not by understanding prophesy the way of ordanary people_that has allowed me to hold the feet of my peers/enemies to the fire; that they should surrender to me what is mine; starting-off with my most holy-names, and, titles. That I should die, or have my human identity, my very being remopved from the presents of my people_fits no way into the plans I have made for eather myself, or my people this time. NuHuh! We both know isn't in anybody's understanding of prophesy. No. I refuse to believe in a god that would require me to kill-off two-thirds of the earth, once His people had been magicly carried-off and up into the Heavens, until it was safe to return again! For fuck Really. One third of the planet is worthy to be taken to Heaven in the first-place, and by accordance as to what the church would say_as they litterly blasphime against us, pillage us to store their own wearhouses with food, possesions and gold? Of course, there are many ways of unraveling the meaning of this original-text anyway. The point is: Even with all I have done this far, there is still much to both yet be done, and, I intend to depart the way of, Muhammad, an old-man. Hardly at the age of sisty-six, as he had done however; you will understand, because, I also intend fully to reep and enjoy the rewards of my service to my God and people, in the full-face of what I am deturmand will be an honorable, and loving socity.
So hang-on people:It's going to be Not only "a bumpy-ride" but it also may take some-time to reach our destination. We will get there however, and together: not only because that is my deturmanation, and, we can see I really am He who must be pleased, but because also_that we should make it together really is one of those things I so clearly understand of the scriptures. The same God that made me, made you too see. And Heaven already is here. For some of us it may be difficult to see at times. But if I can do this thing in front of you're own eyes, that the whole of the earth can now through:"Gods-gift" as The Pope calls it, the internet_witness to what has been done for you, and act, well...have I not returned just as the prophesies said He would "As if from a cloud"?
Think about it. Those whom gave me my titles did. And they knew I would one day, because, there still is much living to be done inside of me, return with God's rage, and finally through my peoples wisdome, we could very-well soon be coming after them, we would topple their thrones, we would take possesion of this maching we call an earth and our home. And to be danmed anybody who tries to stop us!
I will say one thing though: Truely I feel sorry for anybody working in the television-industry right now. I know I use celibrities-names quite a lot, especially on Twitter. I don't judge people however. They are free to live their lives the way they want_just as am I. But it is their Queen-of-Talk that got us all in this terrible-trouble in the first-place, and they have the loudest voice on earth. It's not my fault that if they are to continue in the buisness, they have to follow the unholy-bitch to her doom. But we all got dissions to make; which is another thing I don't make for other people incidently. We/I never expected establishment to just lay-down and die, and is not what I want anyway. But every thousand years or so, it needs a good kick in the nuts apparently; that for their treatment towards me, I am all too willing to, and for ever long it needs take, be there to supply a mayby not so massive foot as a say size-sixteen_where ny elevens or twelves will dom just as finly a job. I will have my throne. And I will have my voice. As for a crown_who needs it, though, probably that too some-day will be mine/ours, because, when ones duty is being preformed properly, one doesn't need search for money. And technically, in a court-of-law, humph...ten-Billion bucks and change ain't nuttn to sneaze at; were one to give this situation tjhe most disgusting look on things that is. Why we just could, I imaging, manage to have a jewel-encrusted gold-crown for every day of the week.
But that would be all too human, wouldn't it; that if this case actually does needs reach the courts, most than lickly I would donate nearly every cent to charities and building orgnations, and already have the fducking Vatican to live in to boot.
Rome, after all, looks nice any day of the year. tee-hee
amen
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
I Find Myself
Almost every morning when we get up, we say to ourselves "We're ashamed we probably won't be doing any blogging" because we know there is so much that needs to be said, and, quite possibaly I might be a touch more lazy than I would like to believe. Becides, it's easy to imangian none of this will even be known about for another three-hundred years anyway; since we know humanity feels Christ could never be allowed to be regonized within His own life-time_eather now or then, because after-all, that would require everyone to put-away their instrements of deception and war, and, finally come-together in a peaceful diolog. Heavens forbid eh?
Subsequently, I find myself_more often than I would like to_falling into that same trap most of socity has sunk into, where expressing our disatisfaction on-line, seems to be_almost in some perverted way, an excape into personal-calmness and satisfaction. Fortunatly however, at least most of my expressed-opinions are actually the right ones_for an inlightend socity; though I'm sure difficult for some to stomach.
I do of course realize it sounds petty to some people, to imangian a Christ that could take theCross almost effortlessy, only to return as one that wasn't prepaired to allow His people to even blasphime His name. I mean, come-on, words don't hurt right. That's after all what we were taught in my generation. But they do hurt. Everybody knows it. And when you hurt people, there are consenquences; often unimanigened but just as real for the victums of such abuse. So I can only hope good-folks would realize that when you're idenity has been confirmed by you're peers_as has been mine, to disrespect me, or even the very name of Christ, who we all know did exist, and once did this wonderful thing that we may all have hope, this could be somewhat of a special circumstance. For one: most people don't have to get-up in the morning, and wonder how very meny innocent people have been murdered_in you're name, since the brief time when you went to sleep. Not meny people have to understand that a President of the United-States of America used the name of your Savior to launch a blackmailed, immoral, unethical and illegal war, or, live with the fact that after mailing a letter to him just ten-days before, actually you were the very person he suggested gave you the permission to commit this great atrosity. No. You don't have to go to bed at night_feeling as though nothing will ever allow you to arise in the morning, with any confidance any of that innocent-blood, true-blood, has been maracialassy washed away; only to realize that it hasn't. Neather do you have to live in a world where anyone awear of your on-line presents expects you to be wiped clean of your humanity; so that you have the resembelance of the God they have so been taught to expect you to return as. Well I won't be a God. I am a simple man. And for those who can understand prophesy, those whom can understand that in the year of our Lord-1948 the nation of Israel itself was raised from the dust in the ground, into the great nation it is now, because, a few inlightened people simply understood prophesy, to make the short of the long of it, their idiots.
Of course I'm mad at the world. I'm furious! But more than being bothered by my people, and their total dismissal of me, I'm angry with myself. I'm the problem. I have to believe this, or surely I would be driven mad by my own mind. It is me who has this great weight on his hands; that in all my life I shall never be allowed to shake away from my being. It is me who has failed to make my people understand the truth of my own life. And it is me, who doesn't know how to communaite like the God one expects, but as only the human I so am. Ask yourself though: Isn't the merical of Christ that He was a man. Maybe folks needa stop blaiming me_in their hearts and their minds_for not being the God they think they so need, and, realize that as all members of the human-race we can get through all this toghther as such. But of course that would require a whole mess of true-sinners stepping-up to the line_making sacqfices simular to mine. These people can't even accept what they have done as anything wrong; those whom have so betraied me, let alone imangian themselves ever having to pay for it in any way.
Well people, it's only too late when you think it's too late. I havn't come to that conclusion yet, and sorry...hope I never do, because "I Pitty The Fool" who thinks colusion, racterring, blackmail, and all sorts of other trickery_is anyway for a nation, or a world to find inlightenment, and am here to prove that it's not.
Now I'm sorry this post is going to be so terribly short, but, I rather be at Twitter, where people arn't always quite certan if I'm serious, or not. After-all, I don't want people thinking I want to make-up their minds for them, now, do I. You decide.
amen
Subsequently, I find myself_more often than I would like to_falling into that same trap most of socity has sunk into, where expressing our disatisfaction on-line, seems to be_almost in some perverted way, an excape into personal-calmness and satisfaction. Fortunatly however, at least most of my expressed-opinions are actually the right ones_for an inlightend socity; though I'm sure difficult for some to stomach.
I do of course realize it sounds petty to some people, to imangian a Christ that could take theCross almost effortlessy, only to return as one that wasn't prepaired to allow His people to even blasphime His name. I mean, come-on, words don't hurt right. That's after all what we were taught in my generation. But they do hurt. Everybody knows it. And when you hurt people, there are consenquences; often unimanigened but just as real for the victums of such abuse. So I can only hope good-folks would realize that when you're idenity has been confirmed by you're peers_as has been mine, to disrespect me, or even the very name of Christ, who we all know did exist, and once did this wonderful thing that we may all have hope, this could be somewhat of a special circumstance. For one: most people don't have to get-up in the morning, and wonder how very meny innocent people have been murdered_in you're name, since the brief time when you went to sleep. Not meny people have to understand that a President of the United-States of America used the name of your Savior to launch a blackmailed, immoral, unethical and illegal war, or, live with the fact that after mailing a letter to him just ten-days before, actually you were the very person he suggested gave you the permission to commit this great atrosity. No. You don't have to go to bed at night_feeling as though nothing will ever allow you to arise in the morning, with any confidance any of that innocent-blood, true-blood, has been maracialassy washed away; only to realize that it hasn't. Neather do you have to live in a world where anyone awear of your on-line presents expects you to be wiped clean of your humanity; so that you have the resembelance of the God they have so been taught to expect you to return as. Well I won't be a God. I am a simple man. And for those who can understand prophesy, those whom can understand that in the year of our Lord-1948 the nation of Israel itself was raised from the dust in the ground, into the great nation it is now, because, a few inlightened people simply understood prophesy, to make the short of the long of it, their idiots.
Of course I'm mad at the world. I'm furious! But more than being bothered by my people, and their total dismissal of me, I'm angry with myself. I'm the problem. I have to believe this, or surely I would be driven mad by my own mind. It is me who has this great weight on his hands; that in all my life I shall never be allowed to shake away from my being. It is me who has failed to make my people understand the truth of my own life. And it is me, who doesn't know how to communaite like the God one expects, but as only the human I so am. Ask yourself though: Isn't the merical of Christ that He was a man. Maybe folks needa stop blaiming me_in their hearts and their minds_for not being the God they think they so need, and, realize that as all members of the human-race we can get through all this toghther as such. But of course that would require a whole mess of true-sinners stepping-up to the line_making sacqfices simular to mine. These people can't even accept what they have done as anything wrong; those whom have so betraied me, let alone imangian themselves ever having to pay for it in any way.
Well people, it's only too late when you think it's too late. I havn't come to that conclusion yet, and sorry...hope I never do, because "I Pitty The Fool" who thinks colusion, racterring, blackmail, and all sorts of other trickery_is anyway for a nation, or a world to find inlightenment, and am here to prove that it's not.
Now I'm sorry this post is going to be so terribly short, but, I rather be at Twitter, where people arn't always quite certan if I'm serious, or not. After-all, I don't want people thinking I want to make-up their minds for them, now, do I. You decide.
amen
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