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
Friday, 26 October 2012
Thursday, 25 October 2012
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!
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!
Monday, 22 October 2012
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
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
Sunday, 14 October 2012
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
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
Friday, 12 October 2012
Back to Snail Mail
Twitter, can go fuck it's self, there...i said it, and becides, i have never been known to hide my feelings_for too long. To the point, calling-out my name, for the past four (4) odd years, could hardly be identified as the hiding of anything anyway, though...i suppose i'm not really angry with, my people, because_after all, and, as i have probably said too often before:
Who could expect someone, anyone actually_to return from the dead"/right..? These fucking cunts however, the people and institutions_like Oprah & Co., the ones whom created me 'called me back' so-to-speak, well, time will soon tell how, or, if i am to be done with them; no matter how pathetically, and, desperately they tamper with my internet-accounts.
I mean, to deny someone their right to 'freedom of speach' in this modern age of the internet, the very idea is both barbaric and absurd. It's not equal to trying to kill someone three or four times, of course, but, it is right up there, And when you consider the same people whom are attacking me, are the same people who for the most-part_are running this ball-of-shit down here...well, you can see how i might be particularly angry; not to mention how a Pope once canonized me with the bloody internet in the first-place_there`by making me the first Saint there-of-it! No...if things don't go badly on December the Twenty-first, i believe i will be spending a lot more time_bring about the distruction of my enemies; than i have been as-of-late, because, the ways i have been abused, and, in this life too, those gilty must be paied back, or, i'm afraid life simply wouldn't make any sense now...would it!
So like i said at the beginning of this peice: when it comes to denying me my right to 'freedom of speach' Twitter doesn't begin to see how dangerious that is. If i don't have social-media to serve as an outlet, that means i have to go back to 'snail mail' and write letters. We have no idea as to whom i will mail those letters to_at this point of course, or exactly what i will say in them. But the last time i engauged in a letter-campagin, people had time to think about what they were learning, plan ways to profit from it, and, eventually, George Walker Bush, would use those letters_to leed this world up to the gates of Armageddion. And with the secrecy of those letters, other than the folks that had become complisit-partners in, DUBYA'S little plan, there was nobody to prevent the fulfillment of it. Midly put: there is little way for me to beleive this next letter-campagin, won't actually push humanity through those same 'Gates of Armageddion', and all because some high-winded upstart of a politician, or, some silly little television-presonality_foolishly decided to mess with one of the Saints. Worse still...on the very medium i was canonized with_at that! Well may God have mercy on their soul, because as it has been said before: i intend to have none!
Amen
Who could expect someone, anyone actually_to return from the dead"/right..? These fucking cunts however, the people and institutions_like Oprah & Co., the ones whom created me 'called me back' so-to-speak, well, time will soon tell how, or, if i am to be done with them; no matter how pathetically, and, desperately they tamper with my internet-accounts.
I mean, to deny someone their right to 'freedom of speach' in this modern age of the internet, the very idea is both barbaric and absurd. It's not equal to trying to kill someone three or four times, of course, but, it is right up there, And when you consider the same people whom are attacking me, are the same people who for the most-part_are running this ball-of-shit down here...well, you can see how i might be particularly angry; not to mention how a Pope once canonized me with the bloody internet in the first-place_there`by making me the first Saint there-of-it! No...if things don't go badly on December the Twenty-first, i believe i will be spending a lot more time_bring about the distruction of my enemies; than i have been as-of-late, because, the ways i have been abused, and, in this life too, those gilty must be paied back, or, i'm afraid life simply wouldn't make any sense now...would it!
So like i said at the beginning of this peice: when it comes to denying me my right to 'freedom of speach' Twitter doesn't begin to see how dangerious that is. If i don't have social-media to serve as an outlet, that means i have to go back to 'snail mail' and write letters. We have no idea as to whom i will mail those letters to_at this point of course, or exactly what i will say in them. But the last time i engauged in a letter-campagin, people had time to think about what they were learning, plan ways to profit from it, and, eventually, George Walker Bush, would use those letters_to leed this world up to the gates of Armageddion. And with the secrecy of those letters, other than the folks that had become complisit-partners in, DUBYA'S little plan, there was nobody to prevent the fulfillment of it. Midly put: there is little way for me to beleive this next letter-campagin, won't actually push humanity through those same 'Gates of Armageddion', and all because some high-winded upstart of a politician, or, some silly little television-presonality_foolishly decided to mess with one of the Saints. Worse still...on the very medium i was canonized with_at that! Well may God have mercy on their soul, because as it has been said before: i intend to have none!
Amen
Saturday, 6 October 2012
Their Wicked Souls
People seem to think they can't afford to trust me, because, my ulterior motive is to prove myself some religious-nut_with intentions of ending this world, and, somehow_bringing about a new one.
Well Duh...except for the religious-nut part, because, were it left up to me, i would resurve that phrase for the actual people and institutions_that gave me the right to use the name of, Jesus Christ, as my own; even although_as we all know, somehow they have refused to inform my people. But let's not be mistaken...The ownly world i want to end, is that of the 1%, and, in ways_you haven't even imagined yet, or, more importantly...'they' haven't imangined yet..!/??
And this, my people, is a project (the manipulation of secret-powers) whom have decived me, i shall never for a moment in the rest of my life_cease to engauge in. All those whom have betraied me must be destroied; that their manipulation_in the face of my God, shall forever be a blasphemy in His All-Holy-sight, and, their wicked souls (those whom have been protecting my arch-enemy) 'the Biblical Whore of Revelation' itself_a one Miss Oprah Winfrey...well those whom have been both protecting her_for all these meny years, the same people_meny of them & far too plentifull to name here, they can be cast-down together into the same unquenchabul fires of Hell, as that bitch can be.
Amen!
Well Duh...except for the religious-nut part, because, were it left up to me, i would resurve that phrase for the actual people and institutions_that gave me the right to use the name of, Jesus Christ, as my own; even although_as we all know, somehow they have refused to inform my people. But let's not be mistaken...The ownly world i want to end, is that of the 1%, and, in ways_you haven't even imagined yet, or, more importantly...'they' haven't imangined yet..!/??
And this, my people, is a project (the manipulation of secret-powers) whom have decived me, i shall never for a moment in the rest of my life_cease to engauge in. All those whom have betraied me must be destroied; that their manipulation_in the face of my God, shall forever be a blasphemy in His All-Holy-sight, and, their wicked souls (those whom have been protecting my arch-enemy) 'the Biblical Whore of Revelation' itself_a one Miss Oprah Winfrey...well those whom have been both protecting her_for all these meny years, the same people_meny of them & far too plentifull to name here, they can be cast-down together into the same unquenchabul fires of Hell, as that bitch can be.
Amen!
Born Again
It's safe to say: Nice-jesus, is a thing of the past! I have not done in the previous twelve years_all that i have, only to find myself blocked by technology! I didn't write to a Canadian Prime-Minister, to watch him announce his departure-date from politics_ten days later; so that the time would come when i was forced to believe: i didn't matter! I didn't mail a cretan, Donnald Trump, in New-York N.Y., only to watch him use spacific information i gave him_to blackmail the Amercian television-broadcasters he works for_into allowing him to get his stinking, little Apprentice-show launched; ownly to become convinced: i didn't matter!
Where i'm going with this, is to say: i know the power i have within me, and, who gives a flying-fuck, humanity has no idea "i'm back" because 'born again' could never have ever-ment...the same thing to, Jesus Christ, as it would eventually_for His people.
Where i'm going with this, is to say: i know the power i have within me, and, who gives a flying-fuck, humanity has no idea "i'm back" because 'born again' could never have ever-ment...the same thing to, Jesus Christ, as it would eventually_for His people.
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