My people...fuck! If I had half the backbone I do in mouth, I'de have them all collected, tyed-up in a sack, and throwen into the river with big rocks strung around their mostly, worthless, squrany, dirty little necks, and drowned like a bunch of diseased rats. I just realized this morning in fact, how truely ungreatful these filthy shits are actually, when so much has been handed them, as though on a silver-platter_so that they could be helped find both hope and the truth. What do they do...
They insult my Disiples, without right; thinking their harsh words and inapropiate attitudes express anything; other than their own ineptness, and worthlessness as a human being. Aned to think, most of them probably have collage-edgucations too.
I don't care what people think of me, as anyone can see from my tweets. I really don't. I wasn't elected into my position, and can't be kicked out of it eather. So too fucking bad you bunch of sissies. If you got a problem accepting the truth, and that at the moment_in my opinion, you're worthless to eather myself, my cause, or most importantly the cause of my people, if you can't find it in your tiny heart the space to commit yourself to those people, the very folks like yourself probably_whom have been crushed, beaten, abused at every step by The Man, if you can't aprichate that someone has built this case for you_so that through the history of the ages:
"This Will Be Our Most Honorable Moment"
WELL FUCK YOU & FUCK YOU TO HELL,
or, you can always go to Twitter and complain/ASS
Heavens knows...that's never stoped you before. You could of course always go to you're local Minister, Priest or church official; even the Pope, and comp[lain that there is someone impersonating your loving Christ. You Stupid Fuck! I encourrage such action. Go ahead, draw me up on charges. Put me before mine enemy, and, let it be as public an event_as your own self-doubt, you express so adequately in the public forum of the internet, it's meny sites, and every partatichet waking moment of your little lives. Dream for nothing. You won't be disapointed.
I just might be talking to you right now, but, let's hope Not...
.........."FUCK-OFF BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME SICK"............
Oh Yea, Happy New Years-Eve you bags of mostly water/luc-warm at that!
Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Sunday, 29 December 2013
To Forget
In meny ways, peoples absolute stupidity, or lets say niavity has been my greatest ally. Some people might think it's out of the ordanary someone such as I, someone they have never heard of on the news, could possibly think of himself at this worlds greatest teacher, and, as for getting my message through, whatever it might be in the twenty-first centery, well if nobody knows me...pritty hopless right? Wromg!
First of all, and it could be that I have said this before:"I know what you people do to your gods" and this one met a particularry grusome end. Quite frankly, I still feel the pain in my wonds_even all these two-thousand years later/you little fucks!"
This is what I want you to know though, and never forget. I have the ear of your learders. My global exposure could ruin meny of them, and, as to what could happenn to the rest, were it my conviction, well I just wouldn't want to say.
At the end of the day, people can believe what they want to. I however am going to take this another way, and say: some people don't want you to believe what they know to be true. Need I say it:"Prime example no.1. Your looking at it/hello
Subsequently, people like, Joel Osteen, make me sick, and even, Billy Graham, wouldn't fair-thee-well I'm afraid, at the moment. In the beginning of these peoples careers, have you ever noticed how proud they were to use the name, Jesus Christ, in all their little sermons, and, proclaim how one day he was going to come back and set everything right...
Funny how the message has suddenly changed. Not only is, Jesus, taken out of their surmons-on-the-mount, but the message is all about forgivness, and learning from those whom have abused you. You must pick up your socks, and carry on. Holding on to your past only brings you down, and, makes those around you feel bad.
Well that little, Joel Olsteen, can't feel too well right now_can he; since I just toped his useless ass on Twitter a few moments ago. Naturally, I have never actually watched his silly little production start to finish before; nor would I from what I've seen.
My point is however, the moto of the Second World War was "Never Forget". Well as far as I'm concerned:"This is WW-III. The titles and names I forced Establishment to relinquish to me all those thirteen to fourteen years ago, were bestowed upon me, because, partly due to the fact that I repeatred ancient prophesies which predicted this was the start of the Third World War, while also offering them a way out; which was by revealing my idenity. We can see how that wqorked out, can't we. And you can blame it on them, Not Jesus! These bastards in rheir high-towers used information I gave them_to further their carrers, protect Oprah Winfrey & the television industry, which they need so well to pump-out their bullshit, and then allowed, George-fuching Walker DUBYA Bush, to both use me and that information, for blackmail; and, to advance his way into, Iraq. That war I just mentioned incidently, it started in two-thousand; two-hundred and twenty-five years after the United States became a nation, and, the exact moment I arrived on the scean. Ys, that had been explained. That DUBYA was the then reigning anti-christ & Oprah was the Biblical Whore of Revelation, yes everybody knew this and agreed to this also. So be damed what happens to them and all those whom follow them. I care not, nor eventually will my people care not what happens to them.
So I'm sorry, Joel Osteen, but I'm not about to forget that. Nobody could really expect me to. I hardly think you're about to forget it. And I would further suggest when the people start to remember their diginty, like me, they woun't forget, but start remembering a whole lot of things, good-old-folks like you, seem to have forgotten.
Humm, a few revolutions seem to come to mind...
First of all, and it could be that I have said this before:"I know what you people do to your gods" and this one met a particularry grusome end. Quite frankly, I still feel the pain in my wonds_even all these two-thousand years later/you little fucks!"
This is what I want you to know though, and never forget. I have the ear of your learders. My global exposure could ruin meny of them, and, as to what could happenn to the rest, were it my conviction, well I just wouldn't want to say.
At the end of the day, people can believe what they want to. I however am going to take this another way, and say: some people don't want you to believe what they know to be true. Need I say it:"Prime example no.1. Your looking at it/hello
Subsequently, people like, Joel Osteen, make me sick, and even, Billy Graham, wouldn't fair-thee-well I'm afraid, at the moment. In the beginning of these peoples careers, have you ever noticed how proud they were to use the name, Jesus Christ, in all their little sermons, and, proclaim how one day he was going to come back and set everything right...
Funny how the message has suddenly changed. Not only is, Jesus, taken out of their surmons-on-the-mount, but the message is all about forgivness, and learning from those whom have abused you. You must pick up your socks, and carry on. Holding on to your past only brings you down, and, makes those around you feel bad.
Well that little, Joel Olsteen, can't feel too well right now_can he; since I just toped his useless ass on Twitter a few moments ago. Naturally, I have never actually watched his silly little production start to finish before; nor would I from what I've seen.
My point is however, the moto of the Second World War was "Never Forget". Well as far as I'm concerned:"This is WW-III. The titles and names I forced Establishment to relinquish to me all those thirteen to fourteen years ago, were bestowed upon me, because, partly due to the fact that I repeatred ancient prophesies which predicted this was the start of the Third World War, while also offering them a way out; which was by revealing my idenity. We can see how that wqorked out, can't we. And you can blame it on them, Not Jesus! These bastards in rheir high-towers used information I gave them_to further their carrers, protect Oprah Winfrey & the television industry, which they need so well to pump-out their bullshit, and then allowed, George-fuching Walker DUBYA Bush, to both use me and that information, for blackmail; and, to advance his way into, Iraq. That war I just mentioned incidently, it started in two-thousand; two-hundred and twenty-five years after the United States became a nation, and, the exact moment I arrived on the scean. Ys, that had been explained. That DUBYA was the then reigning anti-christ & Oprah was the Biblical Whore of Revelation, yes everybody knew this and agreed to this also. So be damed what happens to them and all those whom follow them. I care not, nor eventually will my people care not what happens to them.
So I'm sorry, Joel Osteen, but I'm not about to forget that. Nobody could really expect me to. I hardly think you're about to forget it. And I would further suggest when the people start to remember their diginty, like me, they woun't forget, but start remembering a whole lot of things, good-old-folks like you, seem to have forgotten.
Humm, a few revolutions seem to come to mind...
Friday, 27 December 2013
It's A Wonderful Life
Sometimes when I wake-up in the morning, I survay my immeadeate surroundings and think: How lucky I am now_compaired to my former life of only a few short years ago. I have over come a serious drug addiction, that pritty well consumed me for streaches lasting years on end_since the age of fifteen. With that taken care of though, it almost makes seem insiginifant loosing sixty pounds, a few summers ago, and not beiong arrested for anything_even old parking tickts for some seven years; where as this used to be at least a once yearly event. Why, in the eyes of my peers, and i cannot/willnot say it any more or less frankly than this: I have become their god. Then of course I take another look around the room, and I think...
"...this is what I have to be so happy about?"
Why if i had any sense, surely I wouldn't bother getting-up in the morning_first thing. Once the brutel slap of daylight had hit me however, undoubtabuly the next thing I should most probably do is hit the medicine-cabinet, bucause, surely this day isn't going to be anything near as lovely as the one which proceeded it, because, that just isn't apparently our way_is it. There's gotta be a health-scare, mabye a bactria has got loose, a flood, pending stormes readdy to whipe-out whole coast-lines, or maybe some lunitic dictator's running around trying to explode atomic bombe in our favorite cities, but, there's always something that makes you just want to ceawl back into bed, pull the covers up over your head, and if you're just lucky, might maybe not manage to blow the fucking thing off for one more day; since it all sounds so bloody ussless anyway.
And you wounder why I wake-up everey morning in a state of suprise, with nothing I can relate, but to the tears in my eyes?
Today is a new day however. This is a new year. And to tell the truth, I'm about to take another look around this room; while believing it just might be about time to invite you in too; where you might be able to experiance just how truly disgusting most of you actually are, and why you are such a dissapointment to me. Why look at you... There is hardly a one amonst you that can hold a candle towards me. And then it would bo only to add more light to my absolute wonder. All of you, warring/ whorring, lying, stealing, chearting, back-stabbing bunch of little bitches; every one of you thinking you're so well edgucated, edicate, and in total command of all that surrounds you.
Yeah? You were thinking too small buddy, and too much about yourself!
Look at me, and perhaps now you may kneel at my feet: while you do it_head bowed pleasae.
I don't, as we know, have some fancy edgucation,. Don't know even if I spelt the word properly actually, There's no money in my back ground, much less in my pocket. I've never been anywhere, really, pritty well a one nation boy all my life. And being somewhat of a recluse, as for traveling and getting to understand different culturs, I guess I only have my daily interactions with common folk out on the streets_limited as they are, and, the nine different foster homes I lived in all before the age of seventeen. Yet somehow, with nothing more than a pen and a few scraps of paper, I have managed to create multi-million Dollar coruprations, and, the beasts whom now fight amonst themselves to control them. On the tip of my toung I carry threats against my enemies that could bring whole nations crumbling to their knees, and, only hope the day may never come where`by I am forced to call my leagons to battle.
Me, an insignificant little noboby, has given you an example that you can see; that can be both felt in your heart and touched through your comittment of piticular legal-proceedings. And there's nothing more real than eather a court settelment, or perehaps in this example_even getting the case befor the bench. Dare I say it: Noboby comes better prepaired for war than a god eather, you silly little fucks.
But I didn't really invite you here to look at me. Look at yourself. A bunck of big smatry-pants; who now on almost every city-block you live, someone's house and their lifes dreams are up for sale, because, they couldn't do it the right way, and allowed themselves to get swindled in some internet-scam, the other one ran some ilegal finance company_taking out a bunch of other greedy bums_before running to more welcoming climates, and, you're all throwing the stuff away as if it grew on trees; while we're expected to feel sorry for you because your crop didn't come in. Ninty nine precent of you have been flushed down the toilets, whilen you refuse to fight and have instead more shit-water dumped on you. You're striped of your benifits, your rights, and even that chicken-scratch government you relied upon to somehow both feed your family and board them has been snached, and Father`Christmas can go fuck chimny-blocks around your house. Couraptions rise-up to become people in the courts-of-law, and people turn into muchrooms, or lazy logs worthy only to be thrown onto the fire. Banks are hoarding your money, your cars, your homes, your lives, and, anyone who actually ever finds themselves expected to explain to the people their unlawful actions, is released within minutes. Q&And eh! What do my people do...
From up here, where this unedgucated boob now sits, quite comfortably with no debts hanging over his head and the Martial's not at his door, your all rolling on your backs just willing for more. You go to your little rallies, make your little protests, some of you even raise it to phyiscal harm or property damage, and get nowhere. Your ungrateful for what you have, and always want more. And then you wonder why the gods wouuld take it all away from you. Your sad, and your pathatic. And you disgust all truly moral thinking men_to the bone. But to me, someone who by nothing more than his own simple human will and deturmanition_turned himself into a god...Yes your god you fucking idiot, that very person now has his titles posted in front of the world for you to witness and know truely with the right will & intentions, anyone can become the master of their lives, anyone can become a god amonst men and gods alike, and on earth today...all you need to do is cleve enough to your own wise words well enough to believe. But you won't. because your cowards, Every blasted one of you. You should all rot in hell, and I along with you; for not having then ability to prove to you: what you believe is reality. Maybe the trick is only to make reality believabul.
So yeah, I said it. You're not really worthy to gaze upon my magnificance, and know it. Why to have you look directly into my eyes would be the deepest wound to the gods of all the universes that ever have been listet in that great book of time. Unfortunatly, and it may scare you to the deepest recesses of your heart, you are also loved; that as surely as there is a God above me...not a single, small minded, simple little soul will ever be lost to me; even if you don't have the strength, the resorces, or the will to do battle in the name of my pweople, to me, still somehow no matter how undesurving_rest assured_even you who care not to love me, in front of my Heavenly`Father, I promise still to and will speak for your defence, Yes_even until the stars fall from the sky, I live and die for my people!
And perhaps one day, who knows, just maybe one of you might be able to stand-up for me.
Like I said...anything's possible, unless of corse you think it's too late...
But we wouldn't want me to finish a sentance like that now, would we folks?
By The Way, Merry Christmas, or, did I say that eather already or enough, because, at this point one should imangian the slightest ammount of, convincibility, well... that just would be out of the question/Right
amen
"...this is what I have to be so happy about?"
Why if i had any sense, surely I wouldn't bother getting-up in the morning_first thing. Once the brutel slap of daylight had hit me however, undoubtabuly the next thing I should most probably do is hit the medicine-cabinet, bucause, surely this day isn't going to be anything near as lovely as the one which proceeded it, because, that just isn't apparently our way_is it. There's gotta be a health-scare, mabye a bactria has got loose, a flood, pending stormes readdy to whipe-out whole coast-lines, or maybe some lunitic dictator's running around trying to explode atomic bombe in our favorite cities, but, there's always something that makes you just want to ceawl back into bed, pull the covers up over your head, and if you're just lucky, might maybe not manage to blow the fucking thing off for one more day; since it all sounds so bloody ussless anyway.
And you wounder why I wake-up everey morning in a state of suprise, with nothing I can relate, but to the tears in my eyes?
Today is a new day however. This is a new year. And to tell the truth, I'm about to take another look around this room; while believing it just might be about time to invite you in too; where you might be able to experiance just how truly disgusting most of you actually are, and why you are such a dissapointment to me. Why look at you... There is hardly a one amonst you that can hold a candle towards me. And then it would bo only to add more light to my absolute wonder. All of you, warring/ whorring, lying, stealing, chearting, back-stabbing bunch of little bitches; every one of you thinking you're so well edgucated, edicate, and in total command of all that surrounds you.
Yeah? You were thinking too small buddy, and too much about yourself!
Look at me, and perhaps now you may kneel at my feet: while you do it_head bowed pleasae.
I don't, as we know, have some fancy edgucation,. Don't know even if I spelt the word properly actually, There's no money in my back ground, much less in my pocket. I've never been anywhere, really, pritty well a one nation boy all my life. And being somewhat of a recluse, as for traveling and getting to understand different culturs, I guess I only have my daily interactions with common folk out on the streets_limited as they are, and, the nine different foster homes I lived in all before the age of seventeen. Yet somehow, with nothing more than a pen and a few scraps of paper, I have managed to create multi-million Dollar coruprations, and, the beasts whom now fight amonst themselves to control them. On the tip of my toung I carry threats against my enemies that could bring whole nations crumbling to their knees, and, only hope the day may never come where`by I am forced to call my leagons to battle.
Me, an insignificant little noboby, has given you an example that you can see; that can be both felt in your heart and touched through your comittment of piticular legal-proceedings. And there's nothing more real than eather a court settelment, or perehaps in this example_even getting the case befor the bench. Dare I say it: Noboby comes better prepaired for war than a god eather, you silly little fucks.
But I didn't really invite you here to look at me. Look at yourself. A bunck of big smatry-pants; who now on almost every city-block you live, someone's house and their lifes dreams are up for sale, because, they couldn't do it the right way, and allowed themselves to get swindled in some internet-scam, the other one ran some ilegal finance company_taking out a bunch of other greedy bums_before running to more welcoming climates, and, you're all throwing the stuff away as if it grew on trees; while we're expected to feel sorry for you because your crop didn't come in. Ninty nine precent of you have been flushed down the toilets, whilen you refuse to fight and have instead more shit-water dumped on you. You're striped of your benifits, your rights, and even that chicken-scratch government you relied upon to somehow both feed your family and board them has been snached, and Father`Christmas can go fuck chimny-blocks around your house. Couraptions rise-up to become people in the courts-of-law, and people turn into muchrooms, or lazy logs worthy only to be thrown onto the fire. Banks are hoarding your money, your cars, your homes, your lives, and, anyone who actually ever finds themselves expected to explain to the people their unlawful actions, is released within minutes. Q&And eh! What do my people do...
From up here, where this unedgucated boob now sits, quite comfortably with no debts hanging over his head and the Martial's not at his door, your all rolling on your backs just willing for more. You go to your little rallies, make your little protests, some of you even raise it to phyiscal harm or property damage, and get nowhere. Your ungrateful for what you have, and always want more. And then you wonder why the gods wouuld take it all away from you. Your sad, and your pathatic. And you disgust all truly moral thinking men_to the bone. But to me, someone who by nothing more than his own simple human will and deturmanition_turned himself into a god...Yes your god you fucking idiot, that very person now has his titles posted in front of the world for you to witness and know truely with the right will & intentions, anyone can become the master of their lives, anyone can become a god amonst men and gods alike, and on earth today...all you need to do is cleve enough to your own wise words well enough to believe. But you won't. because your cowards, Every blasted one of you. You should all rot in hell, and I along with you; for not having then ability to prove to you: what you believe is reality. Maybe the trick is only to make reality believabul.
So yeah, I said it. You're not really worthy to gaze upon my magnificance, and know it. Why to have you look directly into my eyes would be the deepest wound to the gods of all the universes that ever have been listet in that great book of time. Unfortunatly, and it may scare you to the deepest recesses of your heart, you are also loved; that as surely as there is a God above me...not a single, small minded, simple little soul will ever be lost to me; even if you don't have the strength, the resorces, or the will to do battle in the name of my pweople, to me, still somehow no matter how undesurving_rest assured_even you who care not to love me, in front of my Heavenly`Father, I promise still to and will speak for your defence, Yes_even until the stars fall from the sky, I live and die for my people!
And perhaps one day, who knows, just maybe one of you might be able to stand-up for me.
Like I said...anything's possible, unless of corse you think it's too late...
But we wouldn't want me to finish a sentance like that now, would we folks?
By The Way, Merry Christmas, or, did I say that eather already or enough, because, at this point one should imangian the slightest ammount of, convincibility, well... that just would be out of the question/Right
amen
Thursday, 26 December 2013
A Two Way Street
When I was a young boy, and would sit around the dinning-room table_durring the Christmas dinners my Mother Mary (actual name) would cook, and long before I knew of what my destiny was to be, her husband, Fred was his name, would always say while carving-up the tutkey" Who wants the Popes nose" which incidently ment...the turkey's ass. It was nothing racist, don't worry.He was after all a Protestant, shell-shot from the second world war, blind in one eye & couldn't both hear or taste properly. I think on a bad day he might have had a slight limp too! He had pritty well earned his opinions, as far as I'm concerned.
Anyway, I might actually have a habit of sticking my nose in The-Popes face; constantly top-tweeting his names & titles on Twitter? But really! He does work for me you know. So get over it. Perhaps it's you who don't needa stick your nose in our buisness; at least on this one occaision. Let me explain... Seriously though: I have nothing against the Pope!
I love the man, think he's briliant, and know if he told the would what he knows about the little baby Jesus, the fucking Establishment would blow his poor, humble head off. So I tweet him Merry Christmas & any other occaision I feel he's desurving, and risk the assaults this world may wish to bring against me, because, it's a two-way street and the borders of both sides, his and mine, are laced with love, a respct for one another, and one does for what one's people one must.
It would be foolish for me to announce my presents upon the world stage, reeturned in all, Christ's glory, and not have a way for both history, and the people of His day not understand. People think that I do my own publisity. I don't. Anything I say in the name of eather my God, of whomever His Holy-son just might happen to be_in your mind or in mine, not one word, not even these have been pre-thought out. When I Tweet, I am speaking to both my God and my people at the same time, because, the scriptures say: when one speaks to God, they have no need to think of what they are going to say. They already know. So you might as well tell the truth. And if I can't ever see my way to lie to what apparently appears mostly to be a bunch of usuless, unforgiving, nasty little-souls like you, or even myself, just how in the fuck could you ever suspect I might have the slightest ability to ever, ever lie to my God!
So listen you shits: you ever noticed how much the Catholic-church seems to be opening-up these last few months?
NOW I KNOW YOU WILL THINK THIS TOO BOLD
BUT AGAINST SUCH OBJECTIONS MY HEART GROWS COLD.
I mentioned the fact that before, obviously what would have taken place some number of rears ago_consideering the circumstances, Pope Jhon Paul-II cannonized me secretly in a radio-address as the first "Real Saint of the Internet" and in which he also identified this war starting in, Iraq, under DUBYA as "a conspiricy of scilence" my words to him in our rather public internet exchanges. If you think Pope Francis doesn't know that, or Pope Benedict before him, you're idiots; perhaps greater ones than the original Christ could have been to so willingly jump-up on theCross for you the first time.
I didn't come here to play nice. I am here to do what is right. And we all know in the back of our little minds what that is; hardly is it necessarry I explain it to you/thanks!
The fact is: If I were not to 'top" the Pope from time to time, how much more lickly would it be that recently you wouldn't quite be hearing the name, Jesus Christ, in the media so often? Do youm really think that after all these centries of supression by the church, suddenly little jesus, decends uponn the mist, and it had nothing to do with it/Ass! People know that in a court of law, or anywhare Establishment chooses to raise its head, were I to be in the physical-presents of it_there would be a Royal Dressing-down compleatly, and, that there is not a person on the face of this whole beautiful earth, that could survive the wrath of questioning eather my titles or athorities.
And as a proof that the above statement is true, people in the Twitter population, both enemies and friends alike, Hollywood's, and Hollywoods finest (tho: I won't say who because that could seem like bragging, and, `we wouldn't want to make things too hot for them if possable(?) attach my twitter accounts to their own pages. Oh how mysterious are the ways of the Lord, huh
The result is of course: if you don't believe me, what about those Hollywoods you have respected all thesae years. Makes you think doesn't it.
So again No! I don't always come-off as a kinder, genteler-god, if you know what I mean. I do try to be. But it is not Him who now causes friends and foe's alike to reconize Him. They know, as they have always known that when, Jesus came back, it was NOT the people who would have their neck in a noose, but, the very people whom were and had the power not to fuck this place all up to hell! Fools might dream of a Savour that returns with but loving words? My people know as an expression of His love however, He would also return with something solid they could identify with, such as a legal-challenge worth some 10.5 Billion Dollars, the reputation of meny most powerfull people on the planet (hello Oprah) in the palm of His hands, and, that their necks, He, would pin under the heavy heel of His foot!
So maybe if you don't want the right people leading you to the wrong places all the time, this just might be the right person to get you there, and the right time in history to do it, because apparently, Jesus, always stands on the right side of history. And unfortunately that is not a two way street, but instead probably for both athiest and belivers alike: leads stright to the heart of your dreams.
Amen
P/S I'm no God, but, by God: It Is Done.
Anyway, I might actually have a habit of sticking my nose in The-Popes face; constantly top-tweeting his names & titles on Twitter? But really! He does work for me you know. So get over it. Perhaps it's you who don't needa stick your nose in our buisness; at least on this one occaision. Let me explain... Seriously though: I have nothing against the Pope!
I love the man, think he's briliant, and know if he told the would what he knows about the little baby Jesus, the fucking Establishment would blow his poor, humble head off. So I tweet him Merry Christmas & any other occaision I feel he's desurving, and risk the assaults this world may wish to bring against me, because, it's a two-way street and the borders of both sides, his and mine, are laced with love, a respct for one another, and one does for what one's people one must.
It would be foolish for me to announce my presents upon the world stage, reeturned in all, Christ's glory, and not have a way for both history, and the people of His day not understand. People think that I do my own publisity. I don't. Anything I say in the name of eather my God, of whomever His Holy-son just might happen to be_in your mind or in mine, not one word, not even these have been pre-thought out. When I Tweet, I am speaking to both my God and my people at the same time, because, the scriptures say: when one speaks to God, they have no need to think of what they are going to say. They already know. So you might as well tell the truth. And if I can't ever see my way to lie to what apparently appears mostly to be a bunch of usuless, unforgiving, nasty little-souls like you, or even myself, just how in the fuck could you ever suspect I might have the slightest ability to ever, ever lie to my God!
So listen you shits: you ever noticed how much the Catholic-church seems to be opening-up these last few months?
NOW I KNOW YOU WILL THINK THIS TOO BOLD
BUT AGAINST SUCH OBJECTIONS MY HEART GROWS COLD.
I mentioned the fact that before, obviously what would have taken place some number of rears ago_consideering the circumstances, Pope Jhon Paul-II cannonized me secretly in a radio-address as the first "Real Saint of the Internet" and in which he also identified this war starting in, Iraq, under DUBYA as "a conspiricy of scilence" my words to him in our rather public internet exchanges. If you think Pope Francis doesn't know that, or Pope Benedict before him, you're idiots; perhaps greater ones than the original Christ could have been to so willingly jump-up on theCross for you the first time.
I didn't come here to play nice. I am here to do what is right. And we all know in the back of our little minds what that is; hardly is it necessarry I explain it to you/thanks!
The fact is: If I were not to 'top" the Pope from time to time, how much more lickly would it be that recently you wouldn't quite be hearing the name, Jesus Christ, in the media so often? Do youm really think that after all these centries of supression by the church, suddenly little jesus, decends uponn the mist, and it had nothing to do with it/Ass! People know that in a court of law, or anywhare Establishment chooses to raise its head, were I to be in the physical-presents of it_there would be a Royal Dressing-down compleatly, and, that there is not a person on the face of this whole beautiful earth, that could survive the wrath of questioning eather my titles or athorities.
And as a proof that the above statement is true, people in the Twitter population, both enemies and friends alike, Hollywood's, and Hollywoods finest (tho: I won't say who because that could seem like bragging, and, `we wouldn't want to make things too hot for them if possable(?) attach my twitter accounts to their own pages. Oh how mysterious are the ways of the Lord, huh
The result is of course: if you don't believe me, what about those Hollywoods you have respected all thesae years. Makes you think doesn't it.
So again No! I don't always come-off as a kinder, genteler-god, if you know what I mean. I do try to be. But it is not Him who now causes friends and foe's alike to reconize Him. They know, as they have always known that when, Jesus came back, it was NOT the people who would have their neck in a noose, but, the very people whom were and had the power not to fuck this place all up to hell! Fools might dream of a Savour that returns with but loving words? My people know as an expression of His love however, He would also return with something solid they could identify with, such as a legal-challenge worth some 10.5 Billion Dollars, the reputation of meny most powerfull people on the planet (hello Oprah) in the palm of His hands, and, that their necks, He, would pin under the heavy heel of His foot!
So maybe if you don't want the right people leading you to the wrong places all the time, this just might be the right person to get you there, and the right time in history to do it, because apparently, Jesus, always stands on the right side of history. And unfortunately that is not a two way street, but instead probably for both athiest and belivers alike: leads stright to the heart of your dreams.
Amen
P/S I'm no God, but, by God: It Is Done.
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
Duck Dinisty or Politics
As much as we both know you believe, you might also have a need to know this:
1/ I do not like feeling the nesisity of this post, because some of my people, could be such giant a-holes_that they don't already know it...
and no.2/
This is fucking Christmas Eve, so there's a good chance I might rather be doing something else; other than blogging to a bunch of nigger-haters, fake christians, and Republicans! By-the-way: How these low-lifes ever were origianly the defenders of the black-race_with all that abolishment of slavery & Lincon...well it's safe to say: The poor dude is rolling-around in his grave right about now.
Right from the very start I knew this filthy peice of shit, Phil Robertson. of that disgusting Duck Dinisty television empire, was only pushing his form of Christian-values, to make money doing it. I find it hard to believe they actuaally are in-tune with their senses; if they think the alledgly great-leader they base their spiritual teachings on, Jesus Christ, would be concerned with a bunch of pansies effortlessy pollianting and innocenyly spreading love amonst themsels, and, i must admit we are all somewhat impressed with their meny other talants such as comedy, home decoration, fashion etc.
I mean really! what sounds better? To be entertained by a bunch of wood-nympths, or, these creepy, bearded, opinionaited, redneck_duck-killers; whose greatest empthy is not with libertys, freedoms, and a right to happiness, but, in the truist form, murder, against all those high, repitabul, yes I sey it: even what those benovelment standards relate to.
FUCK DUCK-DINISTY & EVERYTHING IT STANDS FOR.
Because there is no, duck dinasty or politics, They're both the same fucking thing! Just another way for a bunch of soul-sucking Republicans & NRA-freaks, to further their cause of devision, hoard guns, and, eventually kill anybody who doesn't agree with their misguided positions.
For those whom don't actually have their head stuck up some poor, innoent ducks ass, or at least not intrested in the those who slaughter the fuck out of them so seriousely_for fame and moneuy, that even Donald Duck feels a necessity to take his family into hiding...
Well for you, my people, I wish only the best of Christmas's, and there be no worry, before the New-Year, I probably will have another chance to tell you just how so much i do love You,
Amen
theministerofcool@yahoo,ca
rheministerofcool@gmail.com
1/ I do not like feeling the nesisity of this post, because some of my people, could be such giant a-holes_that they don't already know it...
and no.2/
This is fucking Christmas Eve, so there's a good chance I might rather be doing something else; other than blogging to a bunch of nigger-haters, fake christians, and Republicans! By-the-way: How these low-lifes ever were origianly the defenders of the black-race_with all that abolishment of slavery & Lincon...well it's safe to say: The poor dude is rolling-around in his grave right about now.
Right from the very start I knew this filthy peice of shit, Phil Robertson. of that disgusting Duck Dinisty television empire, was only pushing his form of Christian-values, to make money doing it. I find it hard to believe they actuaally are in-tune with their senses; if they think the alledgly great-leader they base their spiritual teachings on, Jesus Christ, would be concerned with a bunch of pansies effortlessy pollianting and innocenyly spreading love amonst themsels, and, i must admit we are all somewhat impressed with their meny other talants such as comedy, home decoration, fashion etc.
I mean really! what sounds better? To be entertained by a bunch of wood-nympths, or, these creepy, bearded, opinionaited, redneck_duck-killers; whose greatest empthy is not with libertys, freedoms, and a right to happiness, but, in the truist form, murder, against all those high, repitabul, yes I sey it: even what those benovelment standards relate to.
FUCK DUCK-DINISTY & EVERYTHING IT STANDS FOR.
Because there is no, duck dinasty or politics, They're both the same fucking thing! Just another way for a bunch of soul-sucking Republicans & NRA-freaks, to further their cause of devision, hoard guns, and, eventually kill anybody who doesn't agree with their misguided positions.
For those whom don't actually have their head stuck up some poor, innoent ducks ass, or at least not intrested in the those who slaughter the fuck out of them so seriousely_for fame and moneuy, that even Donald Duck feels a necessity to take his family into hiding...
Well for you, my people, I wish only the best of Christmas's, and there be no worry, before the New-Year, I probably will have another chance to tell you just how so much i do love You,
Amen
theministerofcool@yahoo,ca
rheministerofcool@gmail.com
Thursday, 12 December 2013
Hot Irons
All right, it's official...I'm an ass. All I know how to do is complain and put people down; you know, sort of like CNN, ABC, NBC and pratically every political-presonality for the past forty years. Yes indeed, Jesus is just-like-you. Still, it seems strange when people complain about it, try o have my Twitter/AC's shut-down, and, as to how folks have phyiscially-confronted me_over the years, since causing the creation of those two (2) broads magazine-empires...well I don't even want to go there, but, let's just say "marks have been left, terrority has been staked for fuctur reference, I have been both attacked, and, seen the eyes of my attackers_feet away." And it does seen strange that for being like everybody else, everybody else has decided I don't have the right to exist?
It might suprise you to hear this, but, I do have feelings you know. True, I can try to conceal them under a mask of both outrage and anger; well desurved I might add, but they do exist, and, often send me to bed_only to reawaken in the morning; feeling just as dissapointed as I was the evening before. Thr other thing of which you may find suprizing however is: I doubt ever durring the thirteen (13) year career of me being, the christ, one drop of salty-fluid has run down my face because of wonds i recived. I cry only and whenever I see some of the horrabul things that have occured since, George Walker Bush, said "Jesus told him to go to war" and how thosen whom have now become my people have been so strucken-down due to this great and wicked deception.
So bring-it-on Kelly Ripa, if that exactly was what you were doing yesterday_when after I had toped, Michael Strahan, for the third time you said: when I say mean things about people, other folks won't like me" it's just something I have to deal with' isn't it. So yes again: bring-it-on Kelly Ripa, because I can afford the tears spent_knowing in the slightest way I may have brought some clarity to the situation; even if in this case I have to watch you loose your innocence, and, even though those same tears constantly scorch my cheeks like hot irons fresh from the fire-pit, becaus the furthest thing I want ever to do is wond an innocent. Yes, bring-it-on, anybody. I am prepaired to suffer your slings and arrows, the wonds that mark thick my body with my own spilled blood, and fight-back the constant tears that prevent me from even posting this very blog momentarilly, if-at-all, it may bring some clarity to your perception_while damming my own soul in front of you at the same time. You, my people, are worth a thousand to/of me, and, I wouldn't want it any other way`d
For two thousand (2000) years people have been using the name of, Christ, to get what they want. To put it quite simply:"perhaps it's finally time he took it back and did the same thing". The only diffirence is: I have been both given the name, and, use it only to tell the truth; even if it does sometimes come with an overly salty flavor.
Beliweve me. I am sorry, And I am as sorry as any being could be. But I'm right, and, that's more important than eather you or me.
And of course I don't mean to hurt peoples feelings_in anything I say. That's Not really the objective, and, quite frankly there are a lot of rich-folks out there with pritty thin skins actually. I mean seriously, how can anyone be intimadated_the slightest, by some Nut-bag who goes around claiming, or at least claiming other people claim he is Jesus Christ?
That person at least, that person would never try to hurt, Kelly Pipa, though he might be somewhat unaprichative towards her, or, anyone supporting my public-enemy no.1; while being fully engauged with the peramatures of my distain towards Oprah Winfrey, George W Bush, or others whom in my opinion have used me to launch the gratest travisity this globe has ever witnessed, ie. The War in Iraq & whatever may follow.
And I will keep their names in public-view, where the whole of this earth can see them and my displeasure in those protecing her; until the day arrives_as I said thirteen (13) years ago to, Oprah Winfrey, in a letter I sent to her after realizing Chi burned me on the creation of her dirty Lil-Rag O_Magazine:
"I have finally torn her down brick by brick, instutition by instutition, that high around her ears is piled the rubble!" Be that "rubble" bricks & morter, money, reputation, or, the very bones of those protecting this wickedness, in the name of my people, hot irons, none excape!
Amen
theMinisterOfCool@gmail.com
theMinisterOfCool@yahoo.ca
It might suprise you to hear this, but, I do have feelings you know. True, I can try to conceal them under a mask of both outrage and anger; well desurved I might add, but they do exist, and, often send me to bed_only to reawaken in the morning; feeling just as dissapointed as I was the evening before. Thr other thing of which you may find suprizing however is: I doubt ever durring the thirteen (13) year career of me being, the christ, one drop of salty-fluid has run down my face because of wonds i recived. I cry only and whenever I see some of the horrabul things that have occured since, George Walker Bush, said "Jesus told him to go to war" and how thosen whom have now become my people have been so strucken-down due to this great and wicked deception.
So bring-it-on Kelly Ripa, if that exactly was what you were doing yesterday_when after I had toped, Michael Strahan, for the third time you said: when I say mean things about people, other folks won't like me" it's just something I have to deal with' isn't it. So yes again: bring-it-on Kelly Ripa, because I can afford the tears spent_knowing in the slightest way I may have brought some clarity to the situation; even if in this case I have to watch you loose your innocence, and, even though those same tears constantly scorch my cheeks like hot irons fresh from the fire-pit, becaus the furthest thing I want ever to do is wond an innocent. Yes, bring-it-on, anybody. I am prepaired to suffer your slings and arrows, the wonds that mark thick my body with my own spilled blood, and fight-back the constant tears that prevent me from even posting this very blog momentarilly, if-at-all, it may bring some clarity to your perception_while damming my own soul in front of you at the same time. You, my people, are worth a thousand to/of me, and, I wouldn't want it any other way`d
For two thousand (2000) years people have been using the name of, Christ, to get what they want. To put it quite simply:"perhaps it's finally time he took it back and did the same thing". The only diffirence is: I have been both given the name, and, use it only to tell the truth; even if it does sometimes come with an overly salty flavor.
Beliweve me. I am sorry, And I am as sorry as any being could be. But I'm right, and, that's more important than eather you or me.
And of course I don't mean to hurt peoples feelings_in anything I say. That's Not really the objective, and, quite frankly there are a lot of rich-folks out there with pritty thin skins actually. I mean seriously, how can anyone be intimadated_the slightest, by some Nut-bag who goes around claiming, or at least claiming other people claim he is Jesus Christ?
That person at least, that person would never try to hurt, Kelly Pipa, though he might be somewhat unaprichative towards her, or, anyone supporting my public-enemy no.1; while being fully engauged with the peramatures of my distain towards Oprah Winfrey, George W Bush, or others whom in my opinion have used me to launch the gratest travisity this globe has ever witnessed, ie. The War in Iraq & whatever may follow.
And I will keep their names in public-view, where the whole of this earth can see them and my displeasure in those protecing her; until the day arrives_as I said thirteen (13) years ago to, Oprah Winfrey, in a letter I sent to her after realizing Chi burned me on the creation of her dirty Lil-Rag O_Magazine:
"I have finally torn her down brick by brick, instutition by instutition, that high around her ears is piled the rubble!" Be that "rubble" bricks & morter, money, reputation, or, the very bones of those protecting this wickedness, in the name of my people, hot irons, none excape!
Amen
theMinisterOfCool@gmail.com
theMinisterOfCool@yahoo.ca
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
The Truth be Known / Jesus is a Canadian
If ever I come to the conclusion that perhaps I'm just a little too loud sometimes, and, with my mouth there's a tendicy to go just a little too far, surely I need do nothing more than use as an example_in my life, those people running things down here; such as perhaps, Jhom McCain, today.
For instance< I was perfactly willing and capable of waking-up this mornningin a good mood. In fact, I went to bed last-night, only hours before, claiming that forseen necessasities could forward themselves whereby I might actually attempt politness. Almost everything is at some point a good thought, I'm afraid, but, we don't always get what we want; do we/?
So...Since my tweets arn't topping this mornning, which means I'de have to keep stuck there_posting over and over all day, what better to do than dash off some blogging/Right?
Becides, I did actually "top" Kelly Ripa, just now, because she dissed me while I'm posting. Insedently, I find it's often good to consentrate on two things at once. Can you immangian were I to spend all my time being Jesus; not that you arn't compleatly convinvced anyway/Right
Anyway, I was watching T.V. when Regis read that letter, and, writting, or, typing-off more snail-mail to other television-personalities, lawyers, politicians etc... Obviously, after topping, Micheal Strayhan so-meny-times, and, my once stating I would probably not blame_even partually, Kelly Ripa, for allowing Oprah to getaway with ripping me off in the creation of both O_Magazine & Rosie's peice of crap, the host thought it was safe to protect her precious Micheal, reguardless as to how it might make me feel.
The truth be known: I'm not so sure when Regis openly and within-hand refured to my letter addressed to Oprah, thirteen (13) years ago_right there on national-television that:" People should be judged by what they have done, and Not by what others think they should do", well I'm not so sure when she declaired:" she didn't understand the secret-coad going-on between Geldman & Regis" her words, Kelly didn't exactly know anyway: even although in that same monolog she would state otherwise. If you ask me, there is less innocene on that girls hands, than she would like to protest.
Humm...I just noticed there's a bum, tramp, homeless-person(you don't know him) hanging around my door, if I'm who I clain "They Say I Am" perhaps in the service of my people I'm supposed to open-my-door to hin/Right?
In-the-end, friends, I've earned them/Right, or, would I have allowed myself to be thrown-up on the cross in the mornning_that night?
theMinisterOfCool@gmail.com
theMinisterOfCool@yahoo.ca
b/c
Jesus is a Canadian, eh!
For instance< I was perfactly willing and capable of waking-up this mornningin a good mood. In fact, I went to bed last-night, only hours before, claiming that forseen necessasities could forward themselves whereby I might actually attempt politness. Almost everything is at some point a good thought, I'm afraid, but, we don't always get what we want; do we/?
So...Since my tweets arn't topping this mornning, which means I'de have to keep stuck there_posting over and over all day, what better to do than dash off some blogging/Right?
Becides, I did actually "top" Kelly Ripa, just now, because she dissed me while I'm posting. Insedently, I find it's often good to consentrate on two things at once. Can you immangian were I to spend all my time being Jesus; not that you arn't compleatly convinvced anyway/Right
Anyway, I was watching T.V. when Regis read that letter, and, writting, or, typing-off more snail-mail to other television-personalities, lawyers, politicians etc... Obviously, after topping, Micheal Strayhan so-meny-times, and, my once stating I would probably not blame_even partually, Kelly Ripa, for allowing Oprah to getaway with ripping me off in the creation of both O_Magazine & Rosie's peice of crap, the host thought it was safe to protect her precious Micheal, reguardless as to how it might make me feel.
The truth be known: I'm not so sure when Regis openly and within-hand refured to my letter addressed to Oprah, thirteen (13) years ago_right there on national-television that:" People should be judged by what they have done, and Not by what others think they should do", well I'm not so sure when she declaired:" she didn't understand the secret-coad going-on between Geldman & Regis" her words, Kelly didn't exactly know anyway: even although in that same monolog she would state otherwise. If you ask me, there is less innocene on that girls hands, than she would like to protest.
Humm...I just noticed there's a bum, tramp, homeless-person(you don't know him) hanging around my door, if I'm who I clain "They Say I Am" perhaps in the service of my people I'm supposed to open-my-door to hin/Right?
In-the-end, friends, I've earned them/Right, or, would I have allowed myself to be thrown-up on the cross in the mornning_that night?
theMinisterOfCool@gmail.com
theMinisterOfCool@yahoo.ca
b/c
Jesus is a Canadian, eh!
Sunday, 8 December 2013
That Lives
For the life of me, or, is that lives (too early) I can't understand people, sometimes.
Humm. Maybe that's why I have such reason not to be included in that list of beings; as people? No seriously! It's much too early to be making jokes yet/Right..?
What I ment was, and we all know, Twitter, is one of my closest allies: People down there seem to think I eather might not, or, casnnot be any closer to my ultimate revelation; than ever I was before, and, those whom do actually know the truth of the situation, seem to suspect they might_within their limited-wit_be able to appease me.
Who knows, if they have a few extra sticks for the, BBQ, I always do enjoy a good roast_preferably dripping in its #own-juices.
Somehow that brings us directly to, Rosie O'Donnell, whom we know every time I tweet her name_including today, the tit, her tag goes top-tweet for a week. The thing is, today I look at her page, and, to my supprise what do I see, but, that my own picture from @OhMyPpl_, is posted right there; for the whole world to see. Talk about Ballsy! I mean, I can understand, Craig Ferguson of "the Late Late Show", Ron James of "the Ron James Show" or Kathy Griffin, from time to time doing something like that. I actually like them. But I distintly remember from one of my other accounts @MinisterOfCool, @Jesus_Christ_II, @I_Christ (still active but tags don't work) or some other AC/ where perhaps I did once follow, Rosie, until she blocked me for revealing her treatchery to everybody.
So just why in-the-fuck would Chi post a picture of me on her own twitter-page?
What goes on here!
On a totally different note, it is Christmas, a word I only learned to spell properly_last year. Somehow I always thought there were two (2) S's at the end, and, only twelve (12) years ago did I actually understand there was no, Jeasus, eather. Can You immangin! Thinking there was an , A, in Jesus? I won't dare tell you what I did with the word, believe. Anyway, it is Christmas, or, for whatever time after this humanity survives, Christ`MASS, because, Daddy, will not be mistaken about anything, His people wouldn't wish Him to be, and, He will always change the rules to,
His`Own-advantage_because again, His People would expect no less of Him, in both mind & soul I know I am supposed to announce my, reBirth, and those whom brought me here must be punnished.
Unfortunatily for the most part that would be Hollywood, or, the symbolic-embolism of it is anyway. Watching "Everybody Loves Raymond" right now, and, remembering how in a tweet, Patricha Heaton, called me a demi-god, dealing with Hollywood does become easier; at any time of year. `We know however I am really only intrested in its Queen, that salty, crusty, wrinkled, old Oprah Winfrewy, and her regiment of troops in the battalion of "the Biblical Whore". But those whom protect her cannot be permitted to excape, my`Wrath. And again: Nobody would expect them to, not if even you were I and I were you.
Today is probably the last time I will ever tweet, Rosie's name, on Twitter. I have much bigger fish to fry than some rich, white-bitch, how in choots with others managed to swindle me out of rightful recognition, and, millions of dollars by now. Anyway, I feel much has been accomplished in our relationship; reguardless of how poorly_as a human being, these two broads have treated me; apparently both deciding the whole of the earth must suffer for too, because, their wickedness must never be revealed/Fuck-That!
If my forth (4th.) grade teacher_incedently apply named_get this, Mrs.Church, could see me now. After calling me up to her desk and informing me_in front of the whole class_that: "I was never going to ammount to anything..."
And here, be they friend or enemy alike, and, after I have claimed the most powerful name unto myself that this world has ever known, both fractions of this socity that lives today, be it through fear or love_post a public likeness of me, and, within a forum of entertainment where it shall not be missed by #myPpl!
If your vitiral is as great agasinst what you doubt, as what it is against what you beleive, I only have one answer:
THAT DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING_DID IT...
Or Didn't It?
THINK!
TheMinisterOfCool@yahoo.ca
Have A Nice Day!
Humm. Maybe that's why I have such reason not to be included in that list of beings; as people? No seriously! It's much too early to be making jokes yet/Right..?
What I ment was, and we all know, Twitter, is one of my closest allies: People down there seem to think I eather might not, or, casnnot be any closer to my ultimate revelation; than ever I was before, and, those whom do actually know the truth of the situation, seem to suspect they might_within their limited-wit_be able to appease me.
Who knows, if they have a few extra sticks for the, BBQ, I always do enjoy a good roast_preferably dripping in its #own-juices.
Somehow that brings us directly to, Rosie O'Donnell, whom we know every time I tweet her name_including today, the tit, her tag goes top-tweet for a week. The thing is, today I look at her page, and, to my supprise what do I see, but, that my own picture from @OhMyPpl_, is posted right there; for the whole world to see. Talk about Ballsy! I mean, I can understand, Craig Ferguson of "the Late Late Show", Ron James of "the Ron James Show" or Kathy Griffin, from time to time doing something like that. I actually like them. But I distintly remember from one of my other accounts @MinisterOfCool, @Jesus_Christ_II, @I_Christ (still active but tags don't work) or some other AC/ where perhaps I did once follow, Rosie, until she blocked me for revealing her treatchery to everybody.
So just why in-the-fuck would Chi post a picture of me on her own twitter-page?
What goes on here!
On a totally different note, it is Christmas, a word I only learned to spell properly_last year. Somehow I always thought there were two (2) S's at the end, and, only twelve (12) years ago did I actually understand there was no, Jeasus, eather. Can You immangin! Thinking there was an , A, in Jesus? I won't dare tell you what I did with the word, believe. Anyway, it is Christmas, or, for whatever time after this humanity survives, Christ`MASS, because, Daddy, will not be mistaken about anything, His people wouldn't wish Him to be, and, He will always change the rules to,
His`Own-advantage_because again, His People would expect no less of Him, in both mind & soul I know I am supposed to announce my, reBirth, and those whom brought me here must be punnished.
Unfortunatily for the most part that would be Hollywood, or, the symbolic-embolism of it is anyway. Watching "Everybody Loves Raymond" right now, and, remembering how in a tweet, Patricha Heaton, called me a demi-god, dealing with Hollywood does become easier; at any time of year. `We know however I am really only intrested in its Queen, that salty, crusty, wrinkled, old Oprah Winfrewy, and her regiment of troops in the battalion of "the Biblical Whore". But those whom protect her cannot be permitted to excape, my`Wrath. And again: Nobody would expect them to, not if even you were I and I were you.
Today is probably the last time I will ever tweet, Rosie's name, on Twitter. I have much bigger fish to fry than some rich, white-bitch, how in choots with others managed to swindle me out of rightful recognition, and, millions of dollars by now. Anyway, I feel much has been accomplished in our relationship; reguardless of how poorly_as a human being, these two broads have treated me; apparently both deciding the whole of the earth must suffer for too, because, their wickedness must never be revealed/Fuck-That!
If my forth (4th.) grade teacher_incedently apply named_get this, Mrs.Church, could see me now. After calling me up to her desk and informing me_in front of the whole class_that: "I was never going to ammount to anything..."
And here, be they friend or enemy alike, and, after I have claimed the most powerful name unto myself that this world has ever known, both fractions of this socity that lives today, be it through fear or love_post a public likeness of me, and, within a forum of entertainment where it shall not be missed by #myPpl!
If your vitiral is as great agasinst what you doubt, as what it is against what you beleive, I only have one answer:
THAT DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING_DID IT...
Or Didn't It?
THINK!
TheMinisterOfCool@yahoo.ca
Have A Nice Day!
Friday, 6 December 2013
Blame Jesus
It's funny how life turns-out isn't it. On a dime sometimes, everything you ever belived can be changed; that in an instant, or if you're like me, maybe slow to change, but, usually quite final in your disissions_nothing will ever be the same.
Once, when I first read it, I thought I understood The Bible. Not that I didn't read it over again, from cover to cover_a few years later; just in case I might have missd some of the juicy parts. You know, the chapters where everybody was going to Hell who couldn't eather be saved, or, believe in the existance of a Christ. Well, I'm still not so sure about the my not going to Hell part. But, I've actually heard voices telling me: "Not to be concerned" however, so what do I know? And as far as the existance of a Savior who actually upon, His death, caused that the world would communicate the existance of time itself differently than it had in all its past_for evermore, going from BC to AD, well...as I have said: Who am I to argue? Who can argue with the church; even when their confirmations are only given in secret? I'm just some under-edgucated schlub, remember. I'v had no proper schooling. My personal friends are not socialites. Why most of them couldn't be properly identifed as intelectuals even.
And I certinly don't come from money.
So what-the-Fuck, eh!
In my secret-letters, which can easily be located on the internet, and, will be made publicaly-available_when the time is right, it will be quite clear I didn't force anybody to do anything, anymore than I forced Oprah to launch her rag "O_Magazine" forced those to protect her and profit from various places for doing so, or concealing & racketerring against the possibality of a pljurisum law-suit against< Oprah, Rosie, etc...which would have brought-down the television-industry thirteen years ago.
No, no! You can't really blame Jesus, anymore than DUBYA can say Jesus sent him to war. You can't really blame Jesus, simply because he chose to stand-up for his rightful-reconition in the creation of tw2 (2) popular magazines, before with my words I caused that, Rosie, should fold. But you certianly can use Jesus, I have learned, for whatever pourpos you want; providing of course that He hasn't already come back, and, is perfactly capabul of "top-tweeting" your lying-ass all over the Internet.
I guess this week, Oprah friggin Winfrey, must be thinking of buying Twitter; since for the past few days I've toped her. (insert name-calling here) It'll defenitly be more difficult than simply shutting-down her "Oprah Journal" from the earliest days of her http://Oprah.com anyway, and, Chi can stew in her embarrassment till then.
If I'm here surrounded by voices, yet,convincing Popes and Kings to mentaly insert themselves into another demention_where while in the existance of mine_this one where they believe their world could be, and has been upturned in ways probably nearther one of us have fully considered, and, I have the phisical evidance to prove these things...
What am I going to do/Really..?
WHAT WOULD, Jesus, DO?
But you don't seriously want me to tell you. Do you? I mean, if `we can't believe in miracles, let's at least expect a few suprises?
TheMinisterOfCool@gmail.com
Once, when I first read it, I thought I understood The Bible. Not that I didn't read it over again, from cover to cover_a few years later; just in case I might have missd some of the juicy parts. You know, the chapters where everybody was going to Hell who couldn't eather be saved, or, believe in the existance of a Christ. Well, I'm still not so sure about the my not going to Hell part. But, I've actually heard voices telling me: "Not to be concerned" however, so what do I know? And as far as the existance of a Savior who actually upon, His death, caused that the world would communicate the existance of time itself differently than it had in all its past_for evermore, going from BC to AD, well...as I have said: Who am I to argue? Who can argue with the church; even when their confirmations are only given in secret? I'm just some under-edgucated schlub, remember. I'v had no proper schooling. My personal friends are not socialites. Why most of them couldn't be properly identifed as intelectuals even.
And I certinly don't come from money.
So what-the-Fuck, eh!
In my secret-letters, which can easily be located on the internet, and, will be made publicaly-available_when the time is right, it will be quite clear I didn't force anybody to do anything, anymore than I forced Oprah to launch her rag "O_Magazine" forced those to protect her and profit from various places for doing so, or concealing & racketerring against the possibality of a pljurisum law-suit against< Oprah, Rosie, etc...which would have brought-down the television-industry thirteen years ago.
No, no! You can't really blame Jesus, anymore than DUBYA can say Jesus sent him to war. You can't really blame Jesus, simply because he chose to stand-up for his rightful-reconition in the creation of tw2 (2) popular magazines, before with my words I caused that, Rosie, should fold. But you certianly can use Jesus, I have learned, for whatever pourpos you want; providing of course that He hasn't already come back, and, is perfactly capabul of "top-tweeting" your lying-ass all over the Internet.
I guess this week, Oprah friggin Winfrey, must be thinking of buying Twitter; since for the past few days I've toped her. (insert name-calling here) It'll defenitly be more difficult than simply shutting-down her "Oprah Journal" from the earliest days of her http://Oprah.com anyway, and, Chi can stew in her embarrassment till then.
If I'm here surrounded by voices, yet,convincing Popes and Kings to mentaly insert themselves into another demention_where while in the existance of mine_this one where they believe their world could be, and has been upturned in ways probably nearther one of us have fully considered, and, I have the phisical evidance to prove these things...
What am I going to do/Really..?
WHAT WOULD, Jesus, DO?
But you don't seriously want me to tell you. Do you? I mean, if `we can't believe in miracles, let's at least expect a few suprises?
TheMinisterOfCool@gmail.com
Sunday, 1 December 2013
The Feather
I don't usually say things like this, because, somehow_to me, they make everything sound so pernimante, but, today anyways, I feel as though I have captured the feaher for my cap, reached the pinical of the mount, set the most precious stone in my crown...Indeed, I Have TOPED theQueen, and, fucked her unRoyal-ass!
The Tweet Was:
"Why do I believe #OprahWinfrey would steal my ideas and my titles if she could,
Believe Jesus, trust Jesus, Jesus would,
#Blogs-up-4-U."
It certianly wasn't one of my best tweets, was far from incrimanaiting_compaired to others I have put-out on different occaisions, and, even had accounts suspended for(the Bitch) but, for the life of me, I don't understand why she toped? It seems to go against the algoryithums I have been utlizing, but Twitter must know best/Right
Suprizingly, or at least it would be to other folks, i guess, about thirty to sixty-minutes later, somebody was calling me to spend money to claim a check worth two point five Million Dollars. I say "were calling" because it didn't stop at just one call. Not even two calls, or three! I'de never heard of such a thing!
First of all, the guy said some partner was driving-up to my house with the check. So they already had my name, address and telephone. None of these things do I post on-line, and, as-I-say, this was a telephone-call, not the usuall internet-scam. In truth: I had experienced the "usuall Internet-scam" years ago. I'de actually recived a check for thirty-six thousand dollars; which obviously bounced. The thing all looked official however. I have to give them that. They had the funds sent-over to the tiny room I was living in at-the-time, by special-carrier and everything. I think it was, UPS actually.
Anyway, fifteen minutes later the guy was calling me back_from the first call; when i had apparently misunderstood, and, it was not the check they were sending, but, a recipt I was to make for payment to recive it. That was mistake no. 1.
Number two cam when suddenly I was to understand it was not some partner that was arriving, but actually the guy calling; who idintified himself as a one, Jonny Dexford. Eventually I would learn_threough further contact he made, all the time with his cell phong breaking-up because he was in a car and it sounded like the window was open, that he had another partner in Flordia at some place he identified_which I never bothered calling. Due to his constant contacts with me, all the time me trying to get ready for someone_whom I wasn't certian who now, was supposed to arrive, I never got to check-out this alledged , Cinthya Greenville, which I sure he wanted anyways.
The fact is: I don't know how meny calls exactly this dude made, but, it was enough to get therr seperate personal-telephone numbers from him, again, none of which I bothered to call back/Strange? No. Not exactly. What do people think I am, an idiot/ oh yes, but becides, eh
Look, I know just as well as you do, when someone wishes to take us for a ride.
And I enjoy a nice, long drive anyway, occaisionally observing_for the pure pleasure of it, all the actuall idiots; a passing by my window; all the time me headfastedly zooming-off to destinations hardly immangined, never but once witnessed, and then only with the assistance fo Christ Jesus Himsewlf.
At the end of it, the guy isn't supposed to call now until Monday, at which time I told him I should be over the shock, and ready to proceed.
You see though: there is more to this situation than what might normally be ecpected, i believe. I have been on-line since trwo-thousand; my birthday actually, may sixteenth. Within the first hour of opening an account, I had broke into, Oprah's "Oprah Log", and started publishing myb story about how she and Rosie O'Donnall stole the ideas for their magagines from me. Actually Rosie would wait a year to publish, but, all three of us knew this only was ment to give the impression the two girls came up with the idea at diffwrent times, and, neather from me. Evenyually however, Oprah would realize litting just anybody publish in an "open-Journal" for the whole world to read_might not be, in my case, such a good idea, and, was compeled, forced if-you-like to shut the opperation down, because, neather the athority or the will of Christ has any boundries, and, what He wills, will be done; one way or another!
The point is: I have been watching the mighty, Oprah Winfrey, for thirteen years now as-I-said. With the technology we have today, I can assure you, she is watching me too. People would be a fool not to be watching me, because, in their twisted, greedy little minds, they believe that it would be easier to deturman someone these days as a terriost, than simply someone fighting for his rightful recognition in an endever he helped succeed/creat if-you-like! These people think that they can use information I have supplied them about this "O`Magazine-thing" advance their careers for keeping quiet about what they know, allow a President of The United States of America, to blackmail his way into war_using this information against the Television Industry so they wouldn't ask him the right hard-questions to keep the dirty little lying fucker out of Iraq, blame it all on poor little Baby Jesus, because, apparently somehow in that letter I sent DUBYA he got the impression that a plan I gave him for global-peace somehow was an option for war, and now everybosdy is supposed to walk away scott-free. No! I don't think so!
The Tweet Was:
"Why do I believe #OprahWinfrey would steal my ideas and my titles if she could,
Believe Jesus, trust Jesus, Jesus would,
#Blogs-up-4-U."
It certianly wasn't one of my best tweets, was far from incrimanaiting_compaired to others I have put-out on different occaisions, and, even had accounts suspended for(the Bitch) but, for the life of me, I don't understand why she toped? It seems to go against the algoryithums I have been utlizing, but Twitter must know best/Right
Suprizingly, or at least it would be to other folks, i guess, about thirty to sixty-minutes later, somebody was calling me to spend money to claim a check worth two point five Million Dollars. I say "were calling" because it didn't stop at just one call. Not even two calls, or three! I'de never heard of such a thing!
First of all, the guy said some partner was driving-up to my house with the check. So they already had my name, address and telephone. None of these things do I post on-line, and, as-I-say, this was a telephone-call, not the usuall internet-scam. In truth: I had experienced the "usuall Internet-scam" years ago. I'de actually recived a check for thirty-six thousand dollars; which obviously bounced. The thing all looked official however. I have to give them that. They had the funds sent-over to the tiny room I was living in at-the-time, by special-carrier and everything. I think it was, UPS actually.
Anyway, fifteen minutes later the guy was calling me back_from the first call; when i had apparently misunderstood, and, it was not the check they were sending, but, a recipt I was to make for payment to recive it. That was mistake no. 1.
Number two cam when suddenly I was to understand it was not some partner that was arriving, but actually the guy calling; who idintified himself as a one, Jonny Dexford. Eventually I would learn_threough further contact he made, all the time with his cell phong breaking-up because he was in a car and it sounded like the window was open, that he had another partner in Flordia at some place he identified_which I never bothered calling. Due to his constant contacts with me, all the time me trying to get ready for someone_whom I wasn't certian who now, was supposed to arrive, I never got to check-out this alledged , Cinthya Greenville, which I sure he wanted anyways.
The fact is: I don't know how meny calls exactly this dude made, but, it was enough to get therr seperate personal-telephone numbers from him, again, none of which I bothered to call back/Strange? No. Not exactly. What do people think I am, an idiot/ oh yes, but becides, eh
Look, I know just as well as you do, when someone wishes to take us for a ride.
And I enjoy a nice, long drive anyway, occaisionally observing_for the pure pleasure of it, all the actuall idiots; a passing by my window; all the time me headfastedly zooming-off to destinations hardly immangined, never but once witnessed, and then only with the assistance fo Christ Jesus Himsewlf.
At the end of it, the guy isn't supposed to call now until Monday, at which time I told him I should be over the shock, and ready to proceed.
You see though: there is more to this situation than what might normally be ecpected, i believe. I have been on-line since trwo-thousand; my birthday actually, may sixteenth. Within the first hour of opening an account, I had broke into, Oprah's "Oprah Log", and started publishing myb story about how she and Rosie O'Donnall stole the ideas for their magagines from me. Actually Rosie would wait a year to publish, but, all three of us knew this only was ment to give the impression the two girls came up with the idea at diffwrent times, and, neather from me. Evenyually however, Oprah would realize litting just anybody publish in an "open-Journal" for the whole world to read_might not be, in my case, such a good idea, and, was compeled, forced if-you-like to shut the opperation down, because, neather the athority or the will of Christ has any boundries, and, what He wills, will be done; one way or another!
The point is: I have been watching the mighty, Oprah Winfrey, for thirteen years now as-I-said. With the technology we have today, I can assure you, she is watching me too. People would be a fool not to be watching me, because, in their twisted, greedy little minds, they believe that it would be easier to deturman someone these days as a terriost, than simply someone fighting for his rightful recognition in an endever he helped succeed/creat if-you-like! These people think that they can use information I have supplied them about this "O`Magazine-thing" advance their careers for keeping quiet about what they know, allow a President of The United States of America, to blackmail his way into war_using this information against the Television Industry so they wouldn't ask him the right hard-questions to keep the dirty little lying fucker out of Iraq, blame it all on poor little Baby Jesus, because, apparently somehow in that letter I sent DUBYA he got the impression that a plan I gave him for global-peace somehow was an option for war, and now everybosdy is supposed to walk away scott-free. No! I don't think so!
Friday, 29 November 2013
Hollywood Does
To the outside world, i can understand how "it" may see me as a small-minded, big-mouthed creep. Meny would accuse me of never having anything nice to say about anyone, or anything. When I think about it, probably most folks actually think I'm with that hopeless-lot: who believe the world is comming to an end, and none-too-soon!
The truth is: I am none of those things, and, can never be anything more than what you make me; unless of course__as we all know, were i to somehow find the Millions of Dollars to get this thing before the courts. We both know at that point however, were I to find the funds myself, I would be in court before anyone could blink, and, the mear publisity of what my case could reveal about the workings of Establishment, could have them so worried, they just might go back to their old attempting-murder against me days again/?!!
At the end of the day, I have no problem. What will be, will be. And those days are thurteen (13) years behind me, I'm happy to say.
An intresting thing just did happen though_this very momnet_in fact, that compels me to believe perhaps it is not just yet that I must abandon all hopes of success. Yesterday, or the day before, i havn't bothered to check, I "top'tweeted" Michael Strahan's name, suggesting the time he was most happiest was when he could skirt-arould in one of, Oprah's favorite out-fits. The next thing I know, and, without hearing quite what was the premmis, because, at that very moment the phong rang with an important call i needed to answer, here is Kelly Ripa, Michael Strahan & Forest Whikaker, all singing praises to Little Baby-JESUS!
Intrestingly enough, I just noticed_watching the show an hour later_to see what exactly I missed, Forest & Kelly remained seated, with only Micheal dancing like an idiot Jesus-freak/and I just love-it!
This of course is Hollywoods way of punishing one of their #OWN, if you catch my drift. If not, don't worry. `We have this blog-problem figured-out enough; that it seems I shall be here more often than in the resent past. It only takes an ounce of common-sense though_for now, to figure-out that, Michael Gelman & Oprah, probably teamed-up together, to force Michael Strahan, to do this, and as I watch the retake, I realize Forest was in on it, because, why wouldn't he be? Although I never actually managed to do it before, top-tweet eather Forest or Oprah's movie "The Butler" I certianly did make my presents well known enough: to be a pain in the ass to the whole bunch of them. Unfortunately however, because, Oprah & Rosie,_who I have tamed, both stole the ideas of their magazines from me, and, is the cause of all this_combined with Hollywoods trying to protect their Queen-of-Talk from criminal-charges, well... I simply cannot back Forest Whikaker for an Oscar, and don't care if he would get on his knees and kiss my ring. Oprah bertaied me, he knows it, and, along with the rest of Hollywood, he also allows DUBYA to suggest Jesus sent this world to war!
It's not my fault Hollywood allowed itself to be ruled by what was then
The- anti-Christ, George Walker Bush, to protect the sins of The- Biblical Whore of Revelation, our little Miss Oprah Winfrey. And I won't be blamed for not correcting this eather!
Already however, and earlier in the show, Kelly, has suggested that in Oprah, touching Forest, sometime when they were in rehursals for The Butler that:" it must have felt to him as though: He were being touched by the hand of God" in that probably I am going to need make a public-statement as to the contary on Twitter at some point in the near fucture/lol
Don't worry #myPpl. You might not get me, but, Hollywood does.
And at some point for what Hollywood has done to you, I am quite persistant enough to see happens to it thousands of times over; until every one whom has betraied me, and, in so doing eventually betraied your trust, is punished to the fullest content of God's Law. And with the dirt I have against your enemies in sheeps-clothing, I am more than prepaired to claim the throne, He, has provided for me; through the true-will of my people & humanity itself.
TheMinisterOfCool@gmail.com
The truth is: I am none of those things, and, can never be anything more than what you make me; unless of course__as we all know, were i to somehow find the Millions of Dollars to get this thing before the courts. We both know at that point however, were I to find the funds myself, I would be in court before anyone could blink, and, the mear publisity of what my case could reveal about the workings of Establishment, could have them so worried, they just might go back to their old attempting-murder against me days again/?!!
At the end of the day, I have no problem. What will be, will be. And those days are thurteen (13) years behind me, I'm happy to say.
An intresting thing just did happen though_this very momnet_in fact, that compels me to believe perhaps it is not just yet that I must abandon all hopes of success. Yesterday, or the day before, i havn't bothered to check, I "top'tweeted" Michael Strahan's name, suggesting the time he was most happiest was when he could skirt-arould in one of, Oprah's favorite out-fits. The next thing I know, and, without hearing quite what was the premmis, because, at that very moment the phong rang with an important call i needed to answer, here is Kelly Ripa, Michael Strahan & Forest Whikaker, all singing praises to Little Baby-JESUS!
Intrestingly enough, I just noticed_watching the show an hour later_to see what exactly I missed, Forest & Kelly remained seated, with only Micheal dancing like an idiot Jesus-freak/and I just love-it!
This of course is Hollywoods way of punishing one of their #OWN, if you catch my drift. If not, don't worry. `We have this blog-problem figured-out enough; that it seems I shall be here more often than in the resent past. It only takes an ounce of common-sense though_for now, to figure-out that, Michael Gelman & Oprah, probably teamed-up together, to force Michael Strahan, to do this, and as I watch the retake, I realize Forest was in on it, because, why wouldn't he be? Although I never actually managed to do it before, top-tweet eather Forest or Oprah's movie "The Butler" I certianly did make my presents well known enough: to be a pain in the ass to the whole bunch of them. Unfortunately however, because, Oprah & Rosie,_who I have tamed, both stole the ideas of their magazines from me, and, is the cause of all this_combined with Hollywoods trying to protect their Queen-of-Talk from criminal-charges, well... I simply cannot back Forest Whikaker for an Oscar, and don't care if he would get on his knees and kiss my ring. Oprah bertaied me, he knows it, and, along with the rest of Hollywood, he also allows DUBYA to suggest Jesus sent this world to war!
It's not my fault Hollywood allowed itself to be ruled by what was then
The- anti-Christ, George Walker Bush, to protect the sins of The- Biblical Whore of Revelation, our little Miss Oprah Winfrey. And I won't be blamed for not correcting this eather!
Already however, and earlier in the show, Kelly, has suggested that in Oprah, touching Forest, sometime when they were in rehursals for The Butler that:" it must have felt to him as though: He were being touched by the hand of God" in that probably I am going to need make a public-statement as to the contary on Twitter at some point in the near fucture/lol
Don't worry #myPpl. You might not get me, but, Hollywood does.
And at some point for what Hollywood has done to you, I am quite persistant enough to see happens to it thousands of times over; until every one whom has betraied me, and, in so doing eventually betraied your trust, is punished to the fullest content of God's Law. And with the dirt I have against your enemies in sheeps-clothing, I am more than prepaired to claim the throne, He, has provided for me; through the true-will of my people & humanity itself.
TheMinisterOfCool@gmail.com
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Just Like You
And so, the landlord is here. It's about time too, because, though he was supposed to fix my electricl-wirring yesterday, somehow he couldn't find a phone, or his wasn't working, i guess, as no call came-in informimg me he had some kind of problem and therefore wouldn't be showing-up. Mercy-me. I can just immangian what would happen were i to pull one of those off, some day when he wantet me to do some painting for him. Anyway, he's here now, the cat has been put out the back door, and, the dog is being threatened with a long paint-can sturring-stick: that she understands she's not to move from the bed, because, Heavens-forbid she should get a few dog-hairs on the owner. Mind you, I've been waiting two years for this lazy, cheep fuck to get off his ass and do some of the work that needs to be done around here. Subsequently, if Mr.Van, thinks he's getting out of here before i remind him about the kitchen floor he's been promising to replace for just as long...well he has another thought comming, eh
Humm, maybe i spoke too soon. The little runt's done for the day, and, it turns-out all that's needed is some part of the fuse-box. So he's gone, threatening to unfortunatly return in the morning, I can let the cat back in, and still make it in time for my Doctors check-up I have at two P.M.
Still, the little fart couldn't just walk out the door, and go about his buisness, could he? Oh No! After living here for over two years, he's now informing me that I am not allowed to smoke in my own appartment. Now I know my neighbours smoke, and don't feel an obglation to freeze their nuts off every time they need to light-up, so what gives.
The point is, I guess_like I said yesterday_through the permission of the church_I might equate myself with somebody else, even someboby whom meny say was the greatest-man to ever walk the earth. Though I am that same person whom were he to win the lottory, he would be able to take his case to court, and, launch holy, rightful reveloution in the name of his people, the person capabul of doing all this is human, Judt like you.
BUT YOU ALL KNEW THAT, I'M SURE.
Humm, maybe i spoke too soon. The little runt's done for the day, and, it turns-out all that's needed is some part of the fuse-box. So he's gone, threatening to unfortunatly return in the morning, I can let the cat back in, and still make it in time for my Doctors check-up I have at two P.M.
Still, the little fart couldn't just walk out the door, and go about his buisness, could he? Oh No! After living here for over two years, he's now informing me that I am not allowed to smoke in my own appartment. Now I know my neighbours smoke, and don't feel an obglation to freeze their nuts off every time they need to light-up, so what gives.
The point is, I guess_like I said yesterday_through the permission of the church_I might equate myself with somebody else, even someboby whom meny say was the greatest-man to ever walk the earth. Though I am that same person whom were he to win the lottory, he would be able to take his case to court, and, launch holy, rightful reveloution in the name of his people, the person capabul of doing all this is human, Judt like you.
BUT YOU ALL KNEW THAT, I'M SURE.
Monday, 25 November 2013
To be Recognized
With a blank-page staring me in the face, and, finally being able to figure-out how to get this blog to work_even if not fully properly_yet, let me at least say: It is important to be recognized by your peers; even though_of course, I don't actually have any, Peers, and, that's for another story anyway/Right..?(insert laughter here)
For me to be who I am, iI suppose it might be difficult for some people to understand how remarkably similar my life is to their's. The problems may be different, but just as human. That today my landlord is comming to do some electrical-wiring_to repair my winter-heating, and, has me all in a tissy_in spite of the fact that i actually work for the guy (read that Pig) well...this is a human -problam; that some people suggest could never be experianced by their beloved Savior, and God. How rediculous! And don't call me those names eather/lol
I guess what i am trying to say is: It's important to be recognized_for anybody, whom has actually done something extra-ordanairy. I am no different in that, than is anybody else, and, why should I be? It's not like every day somebody gives, Oprah Winfrey & Rosie O'Donneal, ideas to launch magazines, and it works. It's not everyone who because of this action, is eventually able to incriminate almost any 'big-wig' in North-Amercian Establishment they choose, for both profiting from this information_while on some occasions not only indangering my life to keep their secrets unknown, but whom through their own selfish reasons, eventually would put the security of this very living plante in jeperody itself! And YES...I may have folded, Rosie's little ragtag magazine-empire, through secreat threats within the industry, and, made her Hollywood carrear much more difficult than the little bitch could ever have immangined possible by some little nobody like me, Oprah, is a whole differenf kettle of fish! But then, what would one expect of the living-imbodyment of "The Biblical Whore of Revelation" anyways?
And So...It's nice when someone like http://twitter.com/CraigyFerg, or @CraigyFerg, adds to his page that, Jesus Christ, follows him, in front of the whole world to witness; whom may ever log-on to his page. There have been other Hollywood-personalities whom have done the same thing also, such as, Kelly Ripa & Kathy Griffin, for two, though since, Michael Strayhan, has entered the picture_whom at the drop of a hat would just love to dress-up in one of his favorite Oprah-outfits, the paramatures of this "Ripa-relationship" has drasticly altered for the worst, I'm afraid. Anyway, there's no need to cry over spilled milk, though there might be the occasion to 'cheese-it' ey?
For me to be who I am, iI suppose it might be difficult for some people to understand how remarkably similar my life is to their's. The problems may be different, but just as human. That today my landlord is comming to do some electrical-wiring_to repair my winter-heating, and, has me all in a tissy_in spite of the fact that i actually work for the guy (read that Pig) well...this is a human -problam; that some people suggest could never be experianced by their beloved Savior, and God. How rediculous! And don't call me those names eather/lol
I guess what i am trying to say is: It's important to be recognized_for anybody, whom has actually done something extra-ordanairy. I am no different in that, than is anybody else, and, why should I be? It's not like every day somebody gives, Oprah Winfrey & Rosie O'Donneal, ideas to launch magazines, and it works. It's not everyone who because of this action, is eventually able to incriminate almost any 'big-wig' in North-Amercian Establishment they choose, for both profiting from this information_while on some occasions not only indangering my life to keep their secrets unknown, but whom through their own selfish reasons, eventually would put the security of this very living plante in jeperody itself! And YES...I may have folded, Rosie's little ragtag magazine-empire, through secreat threats within the industry, and, made her Hollywood carrear much more difficult than the little bitch could ever have immangined possible by some little nobody like me, Oprah, is a whole differenf kettle of fish! But then, what would one expect of the living-imbodyment of "The Biblical Whore of Revelation" anyways?
And So...It's nice when someone like http://twitter.com/CraigyFerg, or @CraigyFerg, adds to his page that, Jesus Christ, follows him, in front of the whole world to witness; whom may ever log-on to his page. There have been other Hollywood-personalities whom have done the same thing also, such as, Kelly Ripa & Kathy Griffin, for two, though since, Michael Strayhan, has entered the picture_whom at the drop of a hat would just love to dress-up in one of his favorite Oprah-outfits, the paramatures of this "Ripa-relationship" has drasticly altered for the worst, I'm afraid. Anyway, there's no need to cry over spilled milk, though there might be the occasion to 'cheese-it' ey?
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
A Jesus Moment
I'de like to say i am overwhelmed and speachless with, Tronto's Mayor Ford, but like most people, am prepaired to believe anything I hear about the man.
This however is different.
Also i'de like to say i'm sorry for 'top-tweeting' subjects like: Mayor-Ford-Sucks, Toronto-Sucks, and, the other less than delightful things reguarding both he and his adminastration; though possibally i'm partly responsible for the Mayor declairing on television today that he will give-up the hard drugs, and drink; because of those same self-made comments.
I mean, it has to be pritty embarrassing/Right, to be Top-Tweeted by somebody who not only calls Himself, Jesus Christ, but as they soon learn, Establishment, well reguards as such too. What it must be like for an actuall Politician, Hollywood_personality like-type, a member of the church, why even the Pope from time to time, well that's just something their going to need deal with_isn't it?
Those who know the truth may choose to deny it. I will Not allow that they should excape it.
If one wanted to know the truth: What I have heard about, Mr.Mayor, the things establishment doesn't want my people to learn about, he is exactly the kind of person I would wish on my side. Somebody who is willing to stand-up against waste & corruption, and, a Billion Dollars might be only slightly over one tenth (1/10th) of what in a court-of-law, i am worth...It's still something, eh
I believe however i'm going to wait a while, before i give this recent statement any faith that, Rob Ford, is going to give-up his foolishness, and get back to running the city of Toronto, because, alreaddy striped of most of his powers...
If as he says though: "This was all due to some Jesus Moment" well, everybody at some time seems to have a Jesus-moment from Justin Beiber, all the way to, George Walker (DUBYA) fucking Bush. But sorry, peeing in public & starting wars really isn't quite my style. I do know how to finish them. And everything else said in the name of, Jesus Christ; be He Redeemer, or, Savour. Well what can i say: in the event of Toronto's mayor we will see which one_by his own actions.
It's unfortunate Mr.Ford's "come to Jesus Moment" will be a fleeting-fancy; as there are_as we all know, no real warriors left anymore. I don't see how a drug-addicted, slush-puppy, whom has been striped of his powers is going to take-on the reckless, almost sinful pratices of Western-civilazation, let alone save both his sinking ship & city, even with a television-show and his two brothers behind him.
Sorry boys...You just don't have the dirt that can make Establishment crindge, and fear you.
BUT I DO.
You don't walk lightly & carry a big stick.
BUT I DO.
You don't have the ability to fight your case, and to be taken seriously; without the expendure of a Million, perhaps Millions of Dollars
BUT I DO
Were i to know how to properly utilize it, the internet-tools are already here to make honest folks stand-up at attention, and realize just what in-the-Hellm is going-on around here.
In an attempt to get this post over fast, and, still make a point:
IF YOU HAVE A (COME TO Jesus MOMENT) MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY GOING ALL-THE-WAY.
I'm not here to destroy the world, but to save it's integerity. If a few bodies have to be buried along the way, so-be-it. The fact of the matter is: were i to use the internet better, do the U-Tubes, the varifide Twitter/AC's etc... and, perhaps be helped by one famious person with balls bigger than their mouth, there is nothing we coulsd Not do; with my name & my game attached to it.
NuHuh. Nuttn!
It's all a matter of trust people, and faith.
This however is different.
Also i'de like to say i'm sorry for 'top-tweeting' subjects like: Mayor-Ford-Sucks, Toronto-Sucks, and, the other less than delightful things reguarding both he and his adminastration; though possibally i'm partly responsible for the Mayor declairing on television today that he will give-up the hard drugs, and drink; because of those same self-made comments.
I mean, it has to be pritty embarrassing/Right, to be Top-Tweeted by somebody who not only calls Himself, Jesus Christ, but as they soon learn, Establishment, well reguards as such too. What it must be like for an actuall Politician, Hollywood_personality like-type, a member of the church, why even the Pope from time to time, well that's just something their going to need deal with_isn't it?
Those who know the truth may choose to deny it. I will Not allow that they should excape it.
If one wanted to know the truth: What I have heard about, Mr.Mayor, the things establishment doesn't want my people to learn about, he is exactly the kind of person I would wish on my side. Somebody who is willing to stand-up against waste & corruption, and, a Billion Dollars might be only slightly over one tenth (1/10th) of what in a court-of-law, i am worth...It's still something, eh
I believe however i'm going to wait a while, before i give this recent statement any faith that, Rob Ford, is going to give-up his foolishness, and get back to running the city of Toronto, because, alreaddy striped of most of his powers...
If as he says though: "This was all due to some Jesus Moment" well, everybody at some time seems to have a Jesus-moment from Justin Beiber, all the way to, George Walker (DUBYA) fucking Bush. But sorry, peeing in public & starting wars really isn't quite my style. I do know how to finish them. And everything else said in the name of, Jesus Christ; be He Redeemer, or, Savour. Well what can i say: in the event of Toronto's mayor we will see which one_by his own actions.
It's unfortunate Mr.Ford's "come to Jesus Moment" will be a fleeting-fancy; as there are_as we all know, no real warriors left anymore. I don't see how a drug-addicted, slush-puppy, whom has been striped of his powers is going to take-on the reckless, almost sinful pratices of Western-civilazation, let alone save both his sinking ship & city, even with a television-show and his two brothers behind him.
Sorry boys...You just don't have the dirt that can make Establishment crindge, and fear you.
BUT I DO.
You don't walk lightly & carry a big stick.
BUT I DO.
You don't have the ability to fight your case, and to be taken seriously; without the expendure of a Million, perhaps Millions of Dollars
BUT I DO
Were i to know how to properly utilize it, the internet-tools are already here to make honest folks stand-up at attention, and realize just what in-the-Hellm is going-on around here.
In an attempt to get this post over fast, and, still make a point:
IF YOU HAVE A (COME TO Jesus MOMENT) MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY GOING ALL-THE-WAY.
I'm not here to destroy the world, but to save it's integerity. If a few bodies have to be buried along the way, so-be-it. The fact of the matter is: were i to use the internet better, do the U-Tubes, the varifide Twitter/AC's etc... and, perhaps be helped by one famious person with balls bigger than their mouth, there is nothing we coulsd Not do; with my name & my game attached to it.
NuHuh. Nuttn!
It's all a matter of trust people, and faith.
Sunday, 17 November 2013
What it is
You know if my blog worked properly_even slightly better, i'de probably always be in a much better mood. It's not easy to know that everything you have done_has been done-so with utterly good-intentions, only to turn around and fint that you've been attacked, hacked, or trifiled with in some other way, and, probably worse still...in all licklyhood there will never be a chance to prove it because everybody is eather to affraid, or, too stubrone to believe in the first place.
Maybe this would be a good place to say: My people suck; instead of down on, Twitter, where i usually do because i just don't get here quite often enough / tee hee
Of coarse it was delightfull to learn that over five-thousand of my peeps have found me at my olf blog, http://theprodigychild.blogspot.com, gosh, i hope that's the right address, bwecause this little-shit won't let me edit_will it/ haha
Anyway, i don't have much need for a blog, if the last month has proven anything to me. All of the people i have issues with, also have twitter accounts. And unlike them, i don't give two-fucks how meny people are following me, or, how meny times i have needed to open new accounts, because, Twitter keeps suspending me for going too far. I am after-all, the Saint of the Internet, and, only use Twitter for the hashtag-service they so amply supply/thank-you.
I
Maybe this would be a good place to say: My people suck; instead of down on, Twitter, where i usually do because i just don't get here quite often enough / tee hee
Of coarse it was delightfull to learn that over five-thousand of my peeps have found me at my olf blog, http://theprodigychild.blogspot.com, gosh, i hope that's the right address, bwecause this little-shit won't let me edit_will it/ haha
Anyway, i don't have much need for a blog, if the last month has proven anything to me. All of the people i have issues with, also have twitter accounts. And unlike them, i don't give two-fucks how meny people are following me, or, how meny times i have needed to open new accounts, because, Twitter keeps suspending me for going too far. I am after-all, the Saint of the Internet, and, only use Twitter for the hashtag-service they so amply supply/thank-you.
I
Thursday, 3 October 2013
Another oldPost HASSLED
Sometimes i ask myself: Have i done everything that could be expected of me; to prove that yes indeed "I have retrurned"? Surely there is more i could do, but, lack the technical ability to do it; such as making my U-Tube video for instance. But does it really matter? What will it accomplish am i to manage to somehow_almost miracliously_find the money i need to go to court. Sure, i have every reason on earth to sue Oprah Winfrey & Rosie O'Doneal for the way they cheated me out of my rightsa_towards the creation of their magazine publishcations. Sure, i have a right to haul-ass into court, and, have charged all those responsible for profiting on these two girls endevors; while keeping them secret from the world at the same time. And sure, my heart both akes & breaks; every time i think how ten days after writing to him, George Walker (DUBYA) Bush decided to go in the air and tell the world, Jesus Christ, told him to go to war: that any man with a concious would work for durring the comencment of their lives_to rectify; since we both know i never told anybody any such thing, nor would I.
More Next Time/blog quit working
At last i know: It's Not me, it's you.
For years i have allowed people to make me feel as though it was because i didn't know properly how to make them aware fo my presents_other than actually posting any of my meny names & titles; which in the end, probably only served to scare the crap out of them, or, they were simply convinced i musty be some kind of attention-seeking nut-job.
(screew the typos/this AC won't let me edit them anymore)
As i was saying: a person can learn a lot in a simple few days or so.
One could say i have taken the route of my people_as of late; since i now cry their names out lout_to draw attention to my own cause. Where they say: "Oh Jesus, Jesus... i go "top-tweet" and viral eather raging-on or praising celebrities, movie-stats, and other such-like characters.
You can imangian the looks on their faces when someboky like Newt, Paul Rand, Rosie, Conan, or the countless others i have 'toped' learn when someone hashtags their name, they can only read or post themselves by first witnessing what i have had to say to them, about them, and, to the world on Twitter. There isn't actually anybodys name i can't turn into a hashtag eather; though for now, none probably will make me more proud than what i posted on the 30th.of September_under his full-name, and of which is still up four (4) days later.
Newt Gingrich is an absolutly disgusting dog, and, i only wist the tweet i posted about him could have been ruder! I particuarlly loath that Micky-Mouse face he makes whenever talking about his alledgly delightful relationship with Willam Jefferson Clinton. Really...
Don't get me wrong: I'm not a grate fan of Clinton's eather. That has more to do with how we know of each other_after he left the White-House however, and, nothing to do with his conduct in the Oval-Office. Why, Bush, was President a full year at least, and, i had foramlly written both him & the Senate, before i ever contacted, Bill.
For years i have allowed people to make me feel as though it was because i didn't know properly how to make them aware fo my presents_other than actually posting any of my meny names & titles; which in the end, probably only served to scare the crap out of them, or, they were simply convinced i musty be some kind of attention-seeking nut-job.
(screew the typos/this AC won't let me edit them anymore)
As i was saying: a person can learn a lot in a simple few days or so.
One could say i have taken the route of my people_as of late; since i now cry their names out lout_to draw attention to my own cause. Where they say: "Oh Jesus, Jesus... i go "top-tweet" and viral eather raging-on or praising celebrities, movie-stats, and other such-like characters.
You can imangian the looks on their faces when someboky like Newt, Paul Rand, Rosie, Conan, or the countless others i have 'toped' learn when someone hashtags their name, they can only read or post themselves by first witnessing what i have had to say to them, about them, and, to the world on Twitter. There isn't actually anybodys name i can't turn into a hashtag eather; though for now, none probably will make me more proud than what i posted on the 30th.of September_under his full-name, and of which is still up four (4) days later.
Newt Gingrich is an absolutly disgusting dog, and, i only wist the tweet i posted about him could have been ruder! I particuarlly loath that Micky-Mouse face he makes whenever talking about his alledgly delightful relationship with Willam Jefferson Clinton. Really...
Don't get me wrong: I'm not a grate fan of Clinton's eather. That has more to do with how we know of each other_after he left the White-House however, and, nothing to do with his conduct in the Oval-Office. Why, Bush, was President a full year at least, and, i had foramlly written both him & the Senate, before i ever contacted, Bill.
Friday, 13 September 2013
Pity the Fools
Some people might think all I want to do is sue the goverenments, church's and establishments of this world, so I then launch Holy-war on humanity. Those people are what we call crazy. That's the last thing I would want to do, but, sometimes ones best threat and final alterative, is the one you have to plat_to get the attention they require. What they don't realize is: I have had this power/oppertunity_if you like_for nearly the thirteen (13) years I have been here, and, so-far not played that hand. Only a fool would think I don't know how to. The only way to make this threat go away however, and the establishment does know this, since after all_they were the ones who made me_is to publically declair me.
At that point I would be more than willing to not forget what people have done in my name_recently, but forgiveness would be more available. If the world were allowed to know that I existed, the faiths of two peoples could be brought together, joined_if you like_in unity. Those two faiths of course are Islam and Christianity. And think about it...isn't that exactly what we in the-west claim we seek; peace with our Muslim brothers & sisters?
To this end, I would be more than willing to work with the governments of this world_who already know me anyway. I would be ready to sgin any paper, make any public-recording; stating that i have no intention of suing anybody, and will not allow or back any reveloution launched in my name. But I feer that day will never come_will it, because, people don't want to believe the truth, but, only in the paitence and the forever forgivness of a Jesus Christ they can neather see or touch. They expect magic to fall from the sky, but have no phyiscial relationship with it. But most of all, establishment wants to have the final-word on everything; while from the first days of this worlds beginnings, there has hardly been a government that can agree with another one for barly ten (10) days! And the church, after claiming for seventeen-hundred (1700) years that Christ would one day return, and, have now secertly confirmed me to be this person, is so afraid it might have to surrender some of its athority; it dares not tell anybody of my existance.
Well i may not be ready yet to offer forgivness, but, I sure do pity the fools.
At that point I would be more than willing to not forget what people have done in my name_recently, but forgiveness would be more available. If the world were allowed to know that I existed, the faiths of two peoples could be brought together, joined_if you like_in unity. Those two faiths of course are Islam and Christianity. And think about it...isn't that exactly what we in the-west claim we seek; peace with our Muslim brothers & sisters?
To this end, I would be more than willing to work with the governments of this world_who already know me anyway. I would be ready to sgin any paper, make any public-recording; stating that i have no intention of suing anybody, and will not allow or back any reveloution launched in my name. But I feer that day will never come_will it, because, people don't want to believe the truth, but, only in the paitence and the forever forgivness of a Jesus Christ they can neather see or touch. They expect magic to fall from the sky, but have no phyiscial relationship with it. But most of all, establishment wants to have the final-word on everything; while from the first days of this worlds beginnings, there has hardly been a government that can agree with another one for barly ten (10) days! And the church, after claiming for seventeen-hundred (1700) years that Christ would one day return, and, have now secertly confirmed me to be this person, is so afraid it might have to surrender some of its athority; it dares not tell anybody of my existance.
Well i may not be ready yet to offer forgivness, but, I sure do pity the fools.
Monday, 9 September 2013
Shake Your Head
What happened to this generation, and, how did we baby-boomers not realize political-correctness would_in a small way_be the doom of us all. We seem to have all turned into a bunch of marshmellows.
Okay. I understand peoples wanting to do-away with the N-word...that's one thing, and, i won't go there. But at some point you just have to shake your head at some people's sensi
Okay. I understand peoples wanting to do-away with the N-word...that's one thing, and, i won't go there. But at some point you just have to shake your head at some people's sensi
Sunday, 1 September 2013
You're In
Three Nunns were standing at the Pearly Gates waiting to get in
Saint Peter told them: 1st They had to answer a question correctly_each one of them
The Nunns agreed and the first one was asked: Where awa Adam and Eve born
The Nunn answered The Garden of Eden and Saint Peter said: Right, you're in.
The second Nunn was asked: What animal was Eve temped with_to which she answered: A snake...
Saint Peter answered: That's right, you're in too.
When it came to the third Nunn, however, Saint Peter decided it was going need be a more difficult question, so he asked the Nunn:
"What Were the First Words Eve Said to Adam, when she met him?"
The Nunn looked at Saint Peter for a moment, neveriously rubbing her chin.
When she looked up to Saint Peter again, all she could say was:
Humm...That's A Hard One.
Right said Saint Peter, You're In Too!
Saint Peter told them: 1st They had to answer a question correctly_each one of them
The Nunns agreed and the first one was asked: Where awa Adam and Eve born
The Nunn answered The Garden of Eden and Saint Peter said: Right, you're in.
The second Nunn was asked: What animal was Eve temped with_to which she answered: A snake...
Saint Peter answered: That's right, you're in too.
When it came to the third Nunn, however, Saint Peter decided it was going need be a more difficult question, so he asked the Nunn:
"What Were the First Words Eve Said to Adam, when she met him?"
The Nunn looked at Saint Peter for a moment, neveriously rubbing her chin.
When she looked up to Saint Peter again, all she could say was:
Humm...That's A Hard One.
Right said Saint Peter, You're In Too!
Sunday, 25 August 2013
It's A Joke:
So two Nunns were driving in Transilvania_when a vanpire jumped in front of the car.
One nun said to the other:
"SHOW HIM YOUR CROSS!"
The Nunn rolls-down her window and says:
Get Out Of The Way You Toothy Geek!
Finally dead-old Church Ladies (sorry i have nuttn nice to say bout chi) nasty-old flop next door_has been rented. Frankly, i have never seen such a dirty place, in all the thirty-four (34) years I've been working as a self-emploied House-painter. I mean between four (4) to five (5) coats on every wall, plus six (6) on every square inch of baseboard; never mind the particularly nasty spots_where i simply lost count. And rthose window-frames... what can i say about those window frames.
LOL/ When i think how she had all that 'Jesus-signage' posted over all her wondow & door-glass, one should think i might be insulted.
And how she would always screem at me in the hall-way; telling me i was a pig, and pointing down to the floor_insisting that i pray for my soul...
But that's the point_isn't it. Not only was she compleatly-nuts, but it was so dark in there_she couldn't see eather. A true Christian-hypocrite wasn't she. And all that daily mopping of the hall-way stairs; almost as a cover-up/Really
What makes me sick is: Had i kept my apartment in such a condition, the landlord would kick my ass to the curb_in an instant.
Rather than him see any reason for such nonsence with me however, he pays me shit for the work i do for him, complain about my cat and patio-furnature_any time i ask him to repair my kitchen floor, and, has me traped into kissing his ass, because, when i moved into this place_it wasn't until ten (10) days later_when he came-up with the lease; writing all these new conditions in. What was i supposed to do...refuse to sign the lease and have him tell me i needed to move-out_before i even remembered where my socks were packed?
So what does the dirty-fuck do. Yea! I Said IT. He offers stories to the new tennants about me (someboby who works for him btw) all rather unflatering_I'm sure. If however, the two (2) brothers i met yesterday consist of one (1) of the two (2) kids actually moving in, he has gotten remarkably politer than he was the other day_when he came by with his girl-friend; though I'm not holding out much faith in her. And anyway, just now_comming back to my blog_from another room, the guy was out on the balcony_looking through the screen. As
One nun said to the other:
"SHOW HIM YOUR CROSS!"
The Nunn rolls-down her window and says:
Get Out Of The Way You Toothy Geek!
Finally dead-old Church Ladies (sorry i have nuttn nice to say bout chi) nasty-old flop next door_has been rented. Frankly, i have never seen such a dirty place, in all the thirty-four (34) years I've been working as a self-emploied House-painter. I mean between four (4) to five (5) coats on every wall, plus six (6) on every square inch of baseboard; never mind the particularly nasty spots_where i simply lost count. And rthose window-frames... what can i say about those window frames.
LOL/ When i think how she had all that 'Jesus-signage' posted over all her wondow & door-glass, one should think i might be insulted.
And how she would always screem at me in the hall-way; telling me i was a pig, and pointing down to the floor_insisting that i pray for my soul...
But that's the point_isn't it. Not only was she compleatly-nuts, but it was so dark in there_she couldn't see eather. A true Christian-hypocrite wasn't she. And all that daily mopping of the hall-way stairs; almost as a cover-up/Really
What makes me sick is: Had i kept my apartment in such a condition, the landlord would kick my ass to the curb_in an instant.
Rather than him see any reason for such nonsence with me however, he pays me shit for the work i do for him, complain about my cat and patio-furnature_any time i ask him to repair my kitchen floor, and, has me traped into kissing his ass, because, when i moved into this place_it wasn't until ten (10) days later_when he came-up with the lease; writing all these new conditions in. What was i supposed to do...refuse to sign the lease and have him tell me i needed to move-out_before i even remembered where my socks were packed?
So what does the dirty-fuck do. Yea! I Said IT. He offers stories to the new tennants about me (someboby who works for him btw) all rather unflatering_I'm sure. If however, the two (2) brothers i met yesterday consist of one (1) of the two (2) kids actually moving in, he has gotten remarkably politer than he was the other day_when he came by with his girl-friend; though I'm not holding out much faith in her. And anyway, just now_comming back to my blog_from another room, the guy was out on the balcony_looking through the screen. As
Thursday, 22 August 2013
Oprah & Rosie
It would have been a whole lot easier had i simply fallen out of that cloud, and probably banged-up my royal-ass in the decent, it seems, than to try convincing my people of anything; especially that i have the goods_to bring this whole ball of wax eather to a screatching-hault, or, better yet_to it's knees.
I sometimes wonder if it shall prove any use to go-ahead with this UTube-video; so lac-lustered are my people in a returned-christ, and, so unable to realize this is not about me bragging or feeling proud about myself, but instead_about them.
I'm Not so concerned about how both Oprah & Rosie stole the ideas for their magazine-publishcations from me, but, what has been done by others to protect those tow girls from what they have done, and, all too often are more intrested in how they can profit for keeping their dirty little secrets; both the girls and the complisit-conspirators!
It is not the inatial-crime that concerns me, but as always_the cover-up.
My blog doesn't want to work properly, so fuck-that_this is going out!
http://twitter.com/I_Christ
http://twitter.com/Thomas24740607
I sometimes wonder if it shall prove any use to go-ahead with this UTube-video; so lac-lustered are my people in a returned-christ, and, so unable to realize this is not about me bragging or feeling proud about myself, but instead_about them.
I'm Not so concerned about how both Oprah & Rosie stole the ideas for their magazine-publishcations from me, but, what has been done by others to protect those tow girls from what they have done, and, all too often are more intrested in how they can profit for keeping their dirty little secrets; both the girls and the complisit-conspirators!
It is not the inatial-crime that concerns me, but as always_the cover-up.
My blog doesn't want to work properly, so fuck-that_this is going out!
http://twitter.com/I_Christ
http://twitter.com/Thomas24740607
Sunday, 18 August 2013
Shitdome-Come
I think this color-background is my favorite, just as i believe that was probably the most rediclouis way to start a post_than anything i have ever heard before. But then that was tthe point, wasn't it. This whole blog is rediclouis...
The very fact that, Jesus Christ, with all His power_should need a blog_that some small pourtion of a more common-population, to coin a phraise, should come to learn what Establishment already too-well knows:
Im here, Im most definitely Im queer, and anybody who fucks with me_has plenty to fear! Other than that, anyone who wants to believe it: what small portune_in this lifetime_establishment is allowed to deny me, i will be well able to deny them when my day comes. Subsequently if they have anything to fear at all, it just might be that: At 60 years of age, i could just be getting ready to shut this thing down, and assure my place in history, prophesy, and that i should have a lasting legacy. After all, if we do somehow, and against all that is holy, Im sure, mannage to blow ourselves up to shitdom-come, some rock comes falling out of the sky, a tidal-wave arrives to wash us all into the abyss, or the very earth itself lets out a belch_covering us all in volcanic-ash, somebodys going to survive, arn't they?
The matter of the fact is:
Should `we meet an unfortunate end, and after two-thousand years of braging about it, i don't see how it could do this world, or more precisely_the world to come_any good to suggest the prophet both Islam & Christianity both recognize as, Jesus Christ, didn't actually return.
Well this post doesn't seem to want to follow commands, so that's another day i took-off from work; that probably would other'wise have been better spent.
`We are Not amused!
The very fact that, Jesus Christ, with all His power_should need a blog_that some small pourtion of a more common-population, to coin a phraise, should come to learn what Establishment already too-well knows:
Im here, Im most definitely Im queer, and anybody who fucks with me_has plenty to fear! Other than that, anyone who wants to believe it: what small portune_in this lifetime_establishment is allowed to deny me, i will be well able to deny them when my day comes. Subsequently if they have anything to fear at all, it just might be that: At 60 years of age, i could just be getting ready to shut this thing down, and assure my place in history, prophesy, and that i should have a lasting legacy. After all, if we do somehow, and against all that is holy, Im sure, mannage to blow ourselves up to shitdom-come, some rock comes falling out of the sky, a tidal-wave arrives to wash us all into the abyss, or the very earth itself lets out a belch_covering us all in volcanic-ash, somebodys going to survive, arn't they?
The matter of the fact is:
Should `we meet an unfortunate end, and after two-thousand years of braging about it, i don't see how it could do this world, or more precisely_the world to come_any good to suggest the prophet both Islam & Christianity both recognize as, Jesus Christ, didn't actually return.
Well this post doesn't seem to want to follow commands, so that's another day i took-off from work; that probably would other'wise have been better spent.
`We are Not amused!
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Sup
Sometimes I wonder what it must have been like, or what difficulities the original, Christ, must have had; getting His message across_with all the people around Hin_who would have definately wished for otherwise. Of course, He had 12 Diciples to help carry His word, and, didn't have such things as off-site computer-glitches_in His machine; that wouldn't allow Him to edit past the previous key-stroke!
Of course, this only happens with my Blog, doesn't it. I mean twitter lets me correct spelling. Facebook doesn't give me any problems; not that I've even bothered to log-on to the account since getting the new-tower in my PC. Facebook...What a joke that place is, and, it won't let me even use my real spritual name anyways. Eventually I'm sure, I'll work on that one day, and probably open a new account anyways.
The p[oint is: even e:mail allowes me to edit, and do all the other things. So why is it only my Blog that won't work eh?
Don't worry! I've heard it all before:" I don't know how to use the program properly, there must be a bug in my computer, I'm just being paranoid...
BTW: Occupy Wall Street & Fuck Oprah Winfrewy all the way!
The Damned Bitch is "the Biblical Whore of Revelation" Millions of web-pages can't be wrong!
Of course, this only happens with my Blog, doesn't it. I mean twitter lets me correct spelling. Facebook doesn't give me any problems; not that I've even bothered to log-on to the account since getting the new-tower in my PC. Facebook...What a joke that place is, and, it won't let me even use my real spritual name anyways. Eventually I'm sure, I'll work on that one day, and probably open a new account anyways.
The p[oint is: even e:mail allowes me to edit, and do all the other things. So why is it only my Blog that won't work eh?
Don't worry! I've heard it all before:" I don't know how to use the program properly, there must be a bug in my computer, I'm just being paranoid...
The thing with paranoia however, and I have learned this all too meny times, is that it's often just a hightened-sense of reality.
Ok I'm sick of this for now. Believe what you want. It won;'t stop me from knowing what is the truth; any more than it will prevent me from trying to get it out there to you.BTW: Occupy Wall Street & Fuck Oprah Winfrewy all the way!
The Damned Bitch is "the Biblical Whore of Revelation" Millions of web-pages can't be wrong!
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Their Own Iniquity
Gosh Darnit! I really do have a problem_sucking-up to people; especially when it has anything to do with the comfirmation of my great wonderment. Okay...that's a little bit much, but, none-the-less, it would appear i have at long last the oppertunity to make peace, break bread, or whatever_in a rather public way, and, without any doubt_it could change my life dramitacally, instantly, and in a direction I have been intending for quite some time. Never mind what it is going to do, and, how those will be effected by it; when i make my statement on public-radio!
From my perspective, peopleby now, should be pleading with me to say something public, and, to be fair_I have been offered to call-in to some radio-show; from somebody I just recenttly encountered on Twitter.co. He sounds like a reasonable person, probably finds me hillarious_he said: "funny" and, like I said...he even has a show named after him: something about "Bearmanrulez" I believe. Thing is: I don't know what kind of radio-show this is, because, for a public-personality, based in New York no-less, he only has some 1647 Followers. However, if one were to count my followers in the various accounts I own, and the ones that have been suspended...well I must have three to four times that, and good-gosh, nobody even knows i exist in this comparatively tiny city of, Montreal Quebec!
I do recall sending the Dude an extra Tweet, after i heard from him the last time_a few days ago. I mean, first of all. I don't want to come-off all desperate_as soon as somebody offers me an oppertunity like this. After all, there is a matter of being prepared, and, knowing what I'm going to talk about; rather than in a moment of excitement_blurting everything out all ramdomly. It's not a matter of being shy or anything eather. As we know, i can talk to absolute strangers on the street, and convince them in a matter of moments: I am what/who I say that I am. And I don't carry notes with me on these occaisions eather.
So I guess what it boils down to is: considering all I have done in this world, I almost expect folks to be kneeling at my feet_at this point, pleading with me to tell them my little stories. With "Occcupy Wall Street" needing some real direction, and, somebody who actually has something to lord over the tridishional establishment, someone who can prove the absolute corruption of these instutions, and, someone with a potential ten point five Billion Dollar legal-challange_which could open this movement up into what they so desperately want...revolution with a capital "R" how could they think their chicken-dances around illegal camp-fires in public-parks is going to get them to greater hights; than someone whos suit could drive these Big-Wigs into lenghty prison sentences, and have some of then even held for treason.
They say losers like to hang around with other losers, but, who do the winners hang with; when they are in a world of losers? Never mind however. I'll just have to do what I have always done...create another miracle. I'll simply have to take my little losers, and, by going onto the radio, turn them into winners. In the end, it's nothing more than getting my facts together, having my little notes all ready, and, making my public announcment. I'm not calling for any violent intervention, reguardless of what these establishment-pigs have done. However, if blood actually does one day run in the streets, as the severed heads of establishment bob up and down in its own iniqiity, that my friends is the call of destiny. And quite frankly, the people, or the public_have every right to wish it!
http://twitter.com/I_Christ
http://twitter.com/Thomas24740607
From my perspective, peopleby now, should be pleading with me to say something public, and, to be fair_I have been offered to call-in to some radio-show; from somebody I just recenttly encountered on Twitter.co. He sounds like a reasonable person, probably finds me hillarious_he said: "funny" and, like I said...he even has a show named after him: something about "Bearmanrulez" I believe. Thing is: I don't know what kind of radio-show this is, because, for a public-personality, based in New York no-less, he only has some 1647 Followers. However, if one were to count my followers in the various accounts I own, and the ones that have been suspended...well I must have three to four times that, and good-gosh, nobody even knows i exist in this comparatively tiny city of, Montreal Quebec!
I do recall sending the Dude an extra Tweet, after i heard from him the last time_a few days ago. I mean, first of all. I don't want to come-off all desperate_as soon as somebody offers me an oppertunity like this. After all, there is a matter of being prepared, and, knowing what I'm going to talk about; rather than in a moment of excitement_blurting everything out all ramdomly. It's not a matter of being shy or anything eather. As we know, i can talk to absolute strangers on the street, and convince them in a matter of moments: I am what/who I say that I am. And I don't carry notes with me on these occaisions eather.
So I guess what it boils down to is: considering all I have done in this world, I almost expect folks to be kneeling at my feet_at this point, pleading with me to tell them my little stories. With "Occcupy Wall Street" needing some real direction, and, somebody who actually has something to lord over the tridishional establishment, someone who can prove the absolute corruption of these instutions, and, someone with a potential ten point five Billion Dollar legal-challange_which could open this movement up into what they so desperately want...revolution with a capital "R" how could they think their chicken-dances around illegal camp-fires in public-parks is going to get them to greater hights; than someone whos suit could drive these Big-Wigs into lenghty prison sentences, and have some of then even held for treason.
They say losers like to hang around with other losers, but, who do the winners hang with; when they are in a world of losers? Never mind however. I'll just have to do what I have always done...create another miracle. I'll simply have to take my little losers, and, by going onto the radio, turn them into winners. In the end, it's nothing more than getting my facts together, having my little notes all ready, and, making my public announcment. I'm not calling for any violent intervention, reguardless of what these establishment-pigs have done. However, if blood actually does one day run in the streets, as the severed heads of establishment bob up and down in its own iniqiity, that my friends is the call of destiny. And quite frankly, the people, or the public_have every right to wish it!
http://twitter.com/I_Christ
http://twitter.com/Thomas24740607
Friday, 19 July 2013
Bitches Going Down
Well it would appear my blog isn't any longer working the way it's supposed to. All black and white print. Never mind... There's nothing about me that isn't black & white already anyway. So whomever decided that this would be a good way of getting to Mr.Perfectionest here, one would have to suspect they were somewhat mistaken. I'm hardly supprisd though; since in the near year i've been away, Oprah, and her bunch of misfits, have done everything they could to get me off Twitter.
Dream on, Bitches!
That's as lickly as that womans mortal-soul not burning in the Pits-of-Hell, for all the fucked-up shit that chi has put us all through, and, of which , I, better than anyone else_knows about! That fat, black-cow, can have all it can eat in this life... I'm hardly jealous of her, and, as we both know...in a Court-of-Law, I'm worth five times what Chi got_in the whole collection of her worthless things. And I havn't gotten too big for my pants_launching, what I hear, is a failing television-company. What a shitty little crap-shop OWN-TV must be to work at. Rosis must be thanking me_in some way; in that cold, dead heart of hers, for the way i keept hashtagging her and all of her accoiations with the OWN. Damned straight! I made sure that coniving twat didn't succeed in having another talk-show, just as surely as I had her removed from her original_years ago, caused her magazine to fold, and, if she thinks any new venture is going to be the dream-job Chi so longs for/ that ain't happening eather, you stinking, snot-nosed hypocraite!
"Bomb Girls" is right! Cuz those two broads got a Jesus-bomb. I'll be engauging in regular flyby's too, making ruteen droppings on their carrears, their Twitter/AC's, speaking to persomalities who know them, and, making a nunsence of myself; where'by both of them will_as always_be more than slightly embarrassed in front of their peers.
Indeed, I am an angry god, and, a jealous god. Nobody takes anything away from Me, especially my people, and, those who do will always, always eventually be properly punnished_for I am also a vengfull god. And these two Bitches giong down, are responsible for more killing_than anyone could sucessfully imangine. But I know! And they know I know, and, can't do one single fucking thing about it, or, to excape myWrath eather...
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