Mostly Water

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!