Their Main Intrest

When someone, or, a group of people_come out of an election as the defeated-party, and claim their main interst for the reign of their contender: is to see that they have a one-turm Presidentcy, they don't have the right to rule. When one considers what they have done against their people, in an attempt to succeed in gaining this One-turm Presitentcy_the amount of people whom have needlessy suffered, because the opponent has chosen not to play fair, while they displaied nothing but a lust for ultimate power, they don't have a right to rule. Beyond that: one should think what they will do to retain that power; should they be so fortunate to gain it. It isn't hard for folks to figure this out_one can ownly hope; though unfortunately, Amercians, do appear to have a rather short attention-span. If you're willing to keep your people down-trodden_just to gain power, are you not more lickly to seriously harm them; in an attempt to retain power? Think about it...what did, George Walker Bush, do when he wanted to be sure of re`election, and, very early into his Presidenticy, at that? He started a fucking war in Iraq! Not ownly did he launch this war upon a nation of innocent people_under false pretenses, but we now know DUBYA was lusting for war_from before he even assumed office. Oh Yea! These people are willing to call you, friend, to you're face alright, but, i wouldn't ever trust them enough; to atually turn my back on them!
And so, Mittens lost. That's an old deal, and, it's a fact. I ain't got nuthing more to say about it, Jack...except that, Jesus Christ, is not, never was, and, never will be some stupid old Republican! The very thought of such a possibility_makes this whole post ridiculas; that all i can say as a measure of some justifaction, or, appeasement for it is: "Fuck You Guys!"
Amen

It's the Yeah Yeah

I guess by breaking my Twitter,
Buz Stone, and his bunch think they're being nice.
Sorry, guys, i ain't no quitter,
And you got a lot to learn about, Jesus Christ.
One, two, three & four...
If you want it, i'll give you war!

Quite frankly: Twitter was quite a hassle, and, taking-up too much time.
So here's where i'll deal with this
And with me, that's just fine.

Governments may well wish to shut me up,
While by some, i have been framed.
But i'm not some silly, young-pup,
For `we are returned, totally unmaimed!

A Life Lived

Can you imagine being the "first-Saint of the internet" having axcess to all of the world_at the touch of your hand, and yet...know that in the eyes of history, your work may be already be behind you; that all which is left, is you: "laying on your back, and, with all your Soldiers_be they little or big, evil or godly, commissioned, and, prepaired for the battle_which surely is to come; is the universe to have any conciousness at all, or in-other-words, you got nothing left other than to watch the proceedings, or, perhaps sit-up in front of that, personal-computer_usefull now to you for little more than viewing porn, because, heavens-forbid, were you to ever even suggest to the on-line public: you were this person, establishment, has secretly confirmed to be this-christ, they would feel no choice but to suggest you were crazy?


There's ownly one rule in life, one thing, i believe, we all have to do. And that is simply to live it! Ones life doesn't so much have to make sense to every other living person in the circumference of humanity, as much as it needs to make sense_to you! For that reason, if people want to believe: i have lived the past thirteen (13) years of my life_as a lie, they are free to do so. It makes no differance as to how i have lived my life, or, in the future_how i intend to continue doing so. To me, it will be a life lived in truth, and, like-wise, to those whom truely know me, it is understood that i have lied about nothing.

Be it a rock falling from the heavens, and wiping us all out_in this time; that a mear remnant of survivers return to the surface_to believe, indeed as the ancient-prophesies said would happen, Christ, surely must have returned as was said He would_even if for ownly the briefest moment in time, or, people come to believe me in mine, through me, Jesus, has returned, and, no mannner of bickering and self-denial can errace that, the choice is there; that nothing ofter than the fulfillment of time itself, can add further clarity to the situation.

if it were up to me, and all i had to do is know this person_rather than to be him, personally that would be the easy part. Perhaps however, this is because i might be somewhat of a romantic. You see, i recall a saying which goes:" You're believes will set you free" and have found a way to connect that particular saying_to those of a certian religious-prophecy. Now i'm not going to take that prophecy, and, spell-it-out word for word, because, we all know: were i to pronounce it out-of-sequence, heavens-forbid/Right...i couldn't possibly be the person it is suggested i am, or, i would know the, Bible, backwards to front, yes, even word for word.

Anyway, it is said, i believe, No i don't believe, i know, that:" in the latter-days of our present civilazation, a member of the ancient-tribe will rise from the debths of obscurity" or, in-other-words (Jesus Christ will return and be unknown by humanity) where`by the first part of this prophecy, or, equaision, is the latter-translation of ancient Aztec peoples, the first portune is directly from The Bible. There is much, much more to this prophecy, of course, a prophecy which was used to convince, Establishment, over the course of the past thirteen-years that in fact: i am, the-Christ, it refers to; though for time-sake, i will only repeat_and in so-doing, hopefully explain the meaning of the entire theory, and, my untimate intentions_at the same time. So it goes-on to say, and is then the conclusion of the meaning, that:" This person, rising from the debths of phisical-obscurity, will challenge empire/Establishment, and, in-so-doing, this person will become the leader of his nation. Since the age of seven (7) unfortunately, i have had the greatest misfortune to believe i was ment to become the Canadiam Prime-Minister, but, eventually realized_as impossible and unlickly that was ever going to be_though somewhat less-so now, i had none-the-less foolishly set my intentions too low. Now you get-it/Right..? The nation this person was ment to lead, was not some singular country, but, the nation of humanity itself! Fourteen-Hundred years after the death of the original-Christ, the Aztec-peoples & meny other ancients durring this time & in others, were predicting the return of Christ Jesus. And it has been my great-duty to inform Establishment: I am this person; which naturally i did_from even the first letter ever sent to this rather exclusive-club_who once ownly thought they were so all high & mighty!
Can i get an amen.

Those Services No-longer Function

I wonder, is it their last attempt, to silence me; by taking-down my web-page? And what act of utter-disregard & impertinence, to attack me on the very instrument, a Pope, once canonized me with_into Sainthood; the Internet! Like a duck letting water run-off it's back, i'm going to let this go, i suppose, because what... it's my benevolent-duty not to hold a grudge?

No, no, i don't quite think-so! And how intresting, because, the very second i say this, as-if to implant the message into consciousness_leaving an indelible footprint on my life, the dog, wiskfully and instantly_vomits onto my pillows; as if to remind...somebody is going to pay for this act of cowardness against me, and, as usuall_like me, it will be the innocent whom will fall victum, because, i will say something here, or, on Twitter, ment mostly_if not ownly for the ears of the unjustfully-powerfull, and, my people shall have the shit scared out of them!

As if to further infuriate me, even were i wanting to use my e:mail/AC'c to view attachments  & get my cracker taken care of, by some sult_willing to work a few knots out for me, that service no longer works_to my satisfaction_any longer eather!

So my Twitter-accounts don't work properly; no differience between which of the four (4) i own and use regulary. My web-page at: http://members.fortunecity.com/theministerofcool1 has evaporated into cyber-space. I could ownly wish i keyed-in the address incorrectly, but, of course didn't! And i can't even get laied!
I am sorry folks. But, since those services no-longer function, doesn't the very concept of the situation suggest: I'm not likely to take this laying-down..?

If there is anything i have to feel gratefull about, it has to be that: eather through mistake, or, were actually-intentional, both my true picture and Twitter-account, are posted on the hastag-page under, #JesusChrist, at http://twitter.com/Jesus_Christ_II ,and on any other computer across the face of the globe; you might wish to log-on to! No sense in being, the 1st. 'Saint' of the-internet, unless people know who you are, and, even what you stand-for/Right!
amen

Secret Powers

Oh how i would go fuck-yourself, if ownly i were you, because blocking my web-page_from the public, will-never-do! You shits in Establishment want to piss me off, in an attempt to protect yourselves from all you're sin'n & sloth? Just wait, I will asure you, i'll be the one in-the-end, "who's aLost!"

I'm done with that silly web-page, anyway, not to mention: i have back-up copies_to load onto the internet; whenever i bloody-well feel like it! In the mean-time, all your complisity with, Oprah, Internet-providers, Government, the Church, and such-like, if a place so horrible exists, surely your wicked souls_will be cast into the unquenchable 'fires-of-hell' that both i, and, the world_will finally be done with you!

My people can feel well assured, from the days when a fourth-grade teacher told me:"I would never grow-up to be anything more than a, dude, riding passengers up & down in a Department-Store evevator, or, a man feeding penuts to the elephants_in the zoo" every day since then_to now, i have always & will always be much, much more. My seed has surely been planted into the hearts of humanity, and, is left as a physical-conciousness_on the seeled-records of men_locked away safe_in secret places. Future people will know: in this time, no matter what happens to this earth, Governments_with their own secret-powers_indeed have secured me, and yes, even my Holy-names; reguardless of what they have done both with & to my personal Web-Pages presently, and, of which incrimnate them so rightiouslly!

Who Have Dared to Say

Good Gosh! It's hard sometimes to be certain who one is supposed to be upset with. Two posts ago, Twitter dot com, was all up in my ass. For more months than i would like to count, they have been posting a picture of me_in the hashtaged-site of, Jesus Christ, from any one of a number of different accounts_that i own, but, never from, http://twitter.com/Jesus_Christ_II or the main site of which i use, and, obviously the one which means more to me_than any of the others. Now i'm sure_from my thirteen years of fairly constant internet-experiance_that somebody has instructed, Twitter dot Co, not to piblish eather my real photo, or, my most active Twitter-account, because, heavens-forbid, the public should ever learn this is not just some name i made-up for myself, but, actually one of the meny same-like titles, Establishment, has given me the athority to use. Personally, i have come to believe that's possibly one of the dumbest things my peers have ever done, since all it would take to prove it, is my winning the lottery, or better still, finding a few backers_willing to take this thing to the courts. After all, no matter how carefully those whom can now ownly be considered as my enemies have been_to hide all traces of what they have done, and, in my name, with the ammount of people i wrote to & filed on my web-page, they have failed to be so smart_not to have left a paper-trail.

Then of course, i have to think of my people, and, appriciate how desperaitely hard they try. Here we have little, Kelly Rippa, Kathy Griffin, Tim Tebow, to name just a few, who have dared to say in their twitter-accounts that: they are being followed by, Jesus Christ, and, have an up-to-date picture of me; when unsuspecting folks try to see who this, Jesus Christ, is that they have identified. It may seem like nothing_to the common person, but, i know were some people in their bussness to see these markers, and, then go on to read my web-page, undoubtabuly their employers would realise that as the top people in Establishment; they themselves are my greatest enemies, and are also the same employers of my most well-known friends, fans & to a certain point_Desciples. There is no doubt about it. What these famous people have done, is risk their integrity, friend-ships, and, even their carrers; for nothing more than a peersonal believe that in deed, i am the Prophet, both history & prophesy says will return. Ask yourself: Is there any way i could be expected not to respect both that & them? The mear question answers itself.
http://members.fortunecity.com/theministerofcool1
http://twitter.com/101Christ
http://twitter.com/OhMyPpl_
http://twitter.com/I_Christ
http://twitter.com/MinisterOfCool
http://twitter.com/Jesus_Christ_II

Have it His Way

Christian-charity can look two ways, Buddy. It's all very nice to turn the other cheek, and in so doing, prove you're the bigger person. When you have to do that_around your home however, it can sometimes get mighty difficult. Obviously you have no idea as to what i'm talking about, so let me put in in one word_we probably all understand...Landlords, and what the fuck to do with them. Contary to what most good folks think about, Jesus Christ, i personally would see the whole bloody lot of them_draged out into a field somewhere, and, with the rest of 'the enemies of the state' have a lead-bullet resurved for their fucking heads_just in case, or at least_the past number of the little shits i've been dealing with recently in my life, i would.

They seem all to have their dirty-little-tricks too; when it comes to undergoing those occaisional building-repairs_that seemingly only landlords are able to convince themselves_don't need mending from time-to-time. In other words, they have ways of getting out of the work and expense that most apartment-blocks surely require at some point or another. Mine played a particularry nasty trick_when i first moved in, and, quite frankly i was so suprised by his move; that it caught me off-balance. What pisses me off most, however, is that i sometimes work for the Lil-fucker, and, he had the good-fortune to know me_almost as a friend; for nearly two years before i moved into this one of his meny, rat-dens, he owns all over the city. I thought he was one of the good-ones, because, he would always have me painting vacant apartments, just before new tenants moved-in, and, often other contractors would have been, or, were-around_while i was doing my job. The fact that he didn't offer to have my digs painted_though he said he would, before i got tired of waiting, and, made no effort to even supply the paint, should have been a tip-off, however.

Anyway, i've been living here for just over a year now, and, decided it't time the land-lord replace the kitchen floor_a pratice i've seen him engauge-in for meny of his other tenents; even before they've moved-in. It didn't seem to be sush an unreasonable request since, for one, my floor is in worse condition_probably to anything i have seen him lease before, and oh, did i mention_i work for the fucker! Obviously at this point you have come to the definate conclusion his responce was a big, fat-No; which it was. It was the way in which he responded, however, which really pisses me off, and, for which is the reason i say: Drag him out into the field and have him dealt with!

If you're just a dirty-little slum`lord, fine_just admit it, but, don't try to, guilt me, by suddenly throwing the living-arrangements we have both agreed-upon, for over the past year_in my face! Don't say to me: "Oh you have a cat, so don't make problems for him (meaning the floor-repairs) or he will call the rentel-board and have me thrown-out!"
Don't try to intimadate me_with the bad-mood you're in, because of a giant hole in the first-floor apartments cealling; caused through water-dammage by my neighbour, a one Mrs.Chruch-Lady, of which you tried to imply for the past week was_probably, my fault; until i suprised you by walking-in when you left the front-door open the other day when you were working doww-stairs!

Now imagine i'm living here a week, Ay...maybe ten days, and, my stuff has been here that-long; while everything's unpacked and placed. Finally my lazy-assed land-lord showes-up, and i get the chance to sign my lease. At first it's all a very standard deal, until he rips-out another peice of paper, and, starts writing on that. Though on a number of occaisions he has come to my old address to pay me for work, and, i'de gone down to his car with my dog, suddenly there's a big altercation about that. Eventually he says: i can keep my dog & cat, as long as nobody complains. I have to argue with him to smoke in my own apartment. He writes that i can't have anything blocking my balcony-landing stairways; which in time i learn was just another way of saying i couldn't have even a chair on the front balcony; were i wanting to sit there, or, smoke my cigrattes, i guess/lol. Anyway, the list just goes on and on; while i have to fight with him for my every human right. Frankly, it was eather, he, have it his way, or, i was soon to be out on the sidewalk. I signed that lease under-duress. I could go to court at any-time, and, have it overturned. But why bother...if i get my little reveloution, we can be quite certan i will do more that just put the fear into some people_the way they have often ownly tried to put into me.

And in the mean-time, i guess, i'll simply coutinue living here_since it's positivally the most fantastic apartment i have ever lived-in_durring the entirity of my life_mear feet from under-ground transportation; while the availabul floor walking-space, gets covered with washabul carpets i can pick-up at the Dollar-store. Life could be worse.
amen