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
No comments:
Post a Comment