This New World

I didn't do anything: I mean "I didn't do anything wrong."
This is the time between the first sentence and the next_when one takes off their glasses, and, looks around the room for another, cleaner pair; while they ponder the meaning of what they just said.

The fact is: Yes, I did ask, Oprah Winfrey and Rosie O'Donneal, to create, or help me create magazines.
It was wrong-headed of me to not suspect they might go-on to create these two magazine-empire's eventually, and, that for their own personal business-reasons_should decide to leave me quite out of the equation. And most of all: I was wrong to admire these two, self-rightious girls because of all that had been printed about them, I overlooked the fact they had a huge fellowship of indivdguals who stood by every word ever spoken by these two celibraties, but, even my own mother was consumed by their public-personification. To that, perhaps all I can say is: I'm somewhat confused as to how to feel about the situation, as this mother unfortunaitely moved, and probibly died in the space of the fifteen years_since I first reinvented Oprah and Risie.
This would be my second mother we're talking about; Mrs.God, who was named herself after the mother, daughter, or, wife of Mohammed/The Great Islamic-prpohet, Kidijha. My first mother, Mother-Mary, lives still, and saw both the beginning of The/Resurection of my world, but, also witnessed me becomming, Christ; while she was being draged into Saint`hood herself. In fact and deed, in the age we live in today, The/Pope himself has canonized The/Mother of Christianity; while I stand exposed unto the whole of the earth_yet sceterly purswding that my will shall be done, and, that when this civilaxition is ended, the onss whom rizes from the rubble will know" I was true to my word, Christ arrived for His Second-Coming, and then He left again" so that humanity might show a glimmer of hope_in its search to find its way back home once more in this new world of which has been created for them.
So yes, in a time to come, will hope be renewed, or from it shall my people run?

Hollywood Thugs

Little snot-nosed, piss-ants like, Quincy Jones, are a huge problem for the United States of America, and quite frankly_the world. For decades these buisness-people/politico's have been allowed to misdirect the respectability of America, with their pop-culture. These Hollywood-types are the first to complain, and, have laws changed; when they feel they have been defamed_to then stand on the world-platform spewing-out blasphemy and every other kind of vice_only to be congratulated, because,if they are stars_they have a pretty voice, flash-tits, or, wear a skirt up to their necks; while the mogal-makers like Mr.Jones can do no wrong because after-all they brought all these lovely, talanted, hard-working Hollywood-types to our attention in the first place. And then, as if to be further rewarded; for defaming America's integral-standing around the globe , they literally get paid-off_with corruptions to manage, clothing-lines, becoming running-shoe manufactures and body-sent makers. And as an example to their fans & nation for their contrubition to their careers, these Hollywood's, these stars, these examples of Amercian-royallity...well ask yourself: How meny bother to hire Amerciacs even to do the grunt-work, but instead send all the labour to, China, and who knows how much investments are stuffed into forgan off-shore accounts. This is to say nothing of course about all the, Beounce Knowles/Mariah Carey-types, who peddle their ass off for Mid-Eastern, dictatorial-tyrants at a million dollars a pop; apparently with no reguare, or intrest_in what these same dictators are doing against their own people;sa lives. What a lovely bunch of characters they are? Most when returning to The-States_after entertaining only politicians and ministers-of-state over-seas seem to take no notice that the nations people they were supposed to be preforming for wasn't in the audience, and, if they did it wouldn't have made any difference because they were unaware of the travesties that were taking place against the nation in questions population. No. I'm not buying it. They're all just a little-bit conveniently Klink-like of The "Hogan's Hero's" are they not/ I SEE NOTHING, I KNOW NOTHING. A bunch of fucking hypocrites, and thugs, if you ask me.

This sort of behavior cannot be accepted by any forward-thinking society.
So. I do apologize, I'm sure: When little, dried-up, old, leather-skin Niggers like, Quency Jones, decide to go on national-television, and, all but personally attack the little, Baby Jesus, His Heavenly Father, or any-one favored in the public's-mind,_stationed higher, or to be somewhat more enlightened than he. So I'm sorry. But as enlightened as you may wish I should myself be, as far as I can see, these music-mogul's and 'er Srars are nothing more than bunch of money-grubbing thugs; who claim athotity to every culterul-emperdiment and device of "Free-Speach_reguardless of the circumstances, and all for the mighty green-back/Dollar.

As for me, I don't expect much in life. To work till the day I leave this place, to struggle_just to pay the rent, phone, maybe buy a new washing-machine/cars etc... to keep the Hydro turned-on, and, all that people-stuff. I certainly don't expect to be having decisions about what bed I will sleep in at nights, between The Vatican in Rome, or, Buckingham-Palace in London; or in any palace of my choice, and, made due to what would be viewed as security-dissions now Will I?. I mean it's not like to speak to the world I have to leave the familiar surroundings which for all of 60 years has been my fortitude, to suddenly fall out of the sky, and, actually go to some of these horrible, dangerous places_or even other places at all now, is it; for surely that prophesy has already been fulfilled through me_via the internet. Unless things are going to go much-more terribly wrong, this is my time in history, and so-what_if it takes humanity another 300 years to realize it_like they did the last time. In these days we are living now, again_like the last time, establishment cannot but worry:"Should I find the funds, or any other legal-way into the court-system, and, suddenly in the "twinkle of an eye" the world is changed, the course of what was a planed, predictable future altered. The same one and only "King Jesus" sits on the throne of every kingdom and in every kingdom on earth."
Indeed, the streets of The Americas, even as mighty as they are, and walked upon by the very beings who now have twice, or for the second time betrayed, Christ, may well run deep in the self-same establishments blood, as their heads bob up & down freely in the body-fluids of their own iniquity. Should revolution come in my time, God, help us all. Why even with 100,044_which would be claimed as "followers of Jesus Christ, and gained the first day i decide to actually go officially-public, heads would explode. Shit. Three-hundred years? Were the good-people of this earth to learn now what has been done in the name of, Jesus, and that this same person not only lives a reality just as their's but He actually is me...well we know who and what I'll support; of this none doubt.

Naturally I could have been a touch more enlightening here myself, but, all you need to know is "Jesus Is Back" and all Establishment needs to do is prevent you from learning this. Time, and the date for the completion of my mission is a battle for another day, and who knows when? God's Will, shall be done. Nothing can stop that. And by Christ, through Christ, as Christ, I have seen to this also. And in the people's faith, as in mine, I have staked my claim so boldly; not only does this establishment hear the voice of, Christ, in many cases_and against it's own will, I have seen that it be forced to proclaim me to you, because, nobody but nobody "fucks with Buck" or the/JESUS.

Jesus Land

WE WON'T FINISH THIS TODAY BUT SOME THINGS NEED TO BE SAID NONE-THE-LESS

We've all been here before; where Hollywood-tries with all their millions, their wonderful reputations and meny, meny fans, start complainint that their 'Tweeters' are giving them a hard time, and oh how we must all feel sorry for them. What a bunch of sissy-asses, good-for-nothing, God-fearing, yellow-bellied losers! These dirty-mugs got us all into this war; by not speaking-up when they had a chance. All they wanted to do was protect their mighty-reputations, and to hell with the rest of us. They pretend to care about humanity, only to allow, George Walker Bush, to blackmail them over their filthy-secret(that with the fall of their queen_so goes the empire)and that I have been commandes by the gods-themselves, to be the person to do this thing; even need it be single-handedly and from behind my computer. But then...we didn't expect, Pope John Paul-II, secretly titled me as, Ssint-Internet fourteen years ago, or that, Pope Benidicten, now proclaims the Internet itself was "a gift from God" only to have it never mean anything now_did we.

None of this matters to my Hollywood's however, or, of course; although at this point there is hardly a-one-of-them whom haven't eather directly used me and my information to further their own careers, or at least have heard of me through others; that now fail to quake in their boots_should my descovery be imminent, providing they don't get caught, and more importantly...nobody tells. Well I have been sent here so that they whom have betraied me, and, in-so-doing betraied my God, can kiss-my-ass! I don't care how meny millions they donate to worthy-causes. It will never be enough to wipe-away the innocent-blood so meny of them are guilty for spilling on the hot, sweltering, desert-sands of, Iraq. No ammount of money will ever be enough, until those guilty admit:"There is but one God, though the entity goes by meny names, and always_not even the-Pope, but Jesus Christ-Himself is the Emisssry between both." For what they have done, and how poorly they have served humanity in lue of their fat pocket-books: it is said that when christ-returns, "He will make all things anew". So hear this Hollywoods, Politicians, and all those whom once thought themselves superrior, and, in no need of a god. "My People, the rightious of the earth, will Not forgive you, for you too-well know what you have done." And nobody really appreciates, Jesus, havingm to come back into the world. Not even me. But "shit happens" and as, Pontis Pilot, once did to Christ, I wash my hands of you_to leave your fate in the hands of my mob.

Indeed, all-is-well in, Jesus Land. As surely as this day, May 16th is my birthday, and, I have already been gifted twice before even rising from my sleeping-parlor, Barbara J Walters, is removing her skinny-puss from the television-screens around the world, and, the lying-bitch who once said her gratest desire would have been to interview, Jesus Christ, now that she has been given a second chance, I feel free of her. Then of course, the migjhty Miss.Oprah Winfrey, was on the show proclaiming that YES, Chi does have somewhat of a shady-past, and stealing from others was Not going to prevent her from becoming all that chi thinks chi is. Well that will give us a few rightious-tweets needing be posted at the least, and of which are already stored in my phone_ready to be sent out into the world_as usuall by-my-command.
amen

May God

Who can be suprised when someone like, no...let's say exactly like, Oprah Winfery, suggests, or, has people on her shows suggest:" There is no use reflecting on past events in you're life, because, that prevents you from moving-forward in your lives." I tell you: such sentiment is abslute hog`wash. And quite frankly her, Bishop Jakes, on todays show is nothing more, or, less than a common south-sayer. I find personally that were I to ignore my past, actually that's only letting those whom have betraied me get-away with it for one more day. Naturally that's exactly what these Hollywood and political-types would like of us; to let them keep socking-it-to-us; while we just roll-over, forget, and without knowing it's only going to happen again, take more of their abusses. Well that ain't happening here, buster. I don't have barrels of money, that I can just walk into a court and have any sort of grate orrection made. I don't have a platform such as a television-show, or in this csse a television-station, and even a magazine-empier; of which in her case I could simply pump-out some phony-assed message_of which the whole world is going to buy-into, simply because I have all this money which seems to be the only real thing respected in this world, and, often no matter where it may have come from or how it was earned. I don't have a fantastic edgucation, fancy degrees, and I don't even come from a well-known respected family. Everything in my life seems to go contrary to what one has been brought-up to believe, and, probably I should be quite disturbed with myself, and angry at the world; were I someone else, and probably like someone you yourself know in you're own very lives.

NuHuh! I take my strikes like a slave maybe sometimes, but, get back on my feet again like a man. I remember my assailents, and then strike back. It's Not usually plesent for my victums, and never is intended to be; that they should know they have pissed-off, Jesus, or, whoever that person was that I used to be. Those rules never did change from that day, to this eather; nor ever will. If it has come to me that you must be drop-kicked, and you're friends get in the way, feel pity for them, because, I won't do that_anymore than I'm about to forget one day of which has made me all-that! And may my God help anybody who thinks I'm about to change one iota. I have heard it said that: rebuking one for their sin doesn't always mean that you love/LIKE them, but to ignore or fail to address it with them, proves you're love is lacking." You can believe what you want: but, we will notice I'm Not the one saying the only way for, Christ, to return: is to destroy the world now, am I? I may be here to remove the innfluance af a few wicked-souls, but wish harm upon not one hair on their head. What good are dead enemies. You can't teach the dead anything. You can't humilaite the dead. You can't punnish the dead. And the dead don't know when their getting their ass kicked.

Hollywood does though. All too well Hollywood knows what it is to make me madd; as it continues to follow its royal`Bitch, the biblical`Whore, it's Queen-of-Talk towards what I intend to be it's own doom; until or if it surrenders to me what is mine. Unfortunatly for them, there is not enough money in the world to satisfy my blood-lust, to coin a phrais. Already, reguarding this subject_where`by Miss Winfrey and Rosie stole those ideas for their publications, Hollywood does walk on tip-toes. When the matter of their Queen is being disgust amonst themselves, not hardly a one of them can shake the guilt of protecting her and the 'sister in crime' any longer. They know that thousands of their own people have lost their lives, because, DUBYA was able to blackmail the television-industry into allowing him war; on the grounds that he would keep secret about what Hollywood did_in protection of their queen. They can't look look in the eyes, one with the other, only to see their owe reflection_that of a conspiritor, and yes...even a murderer of their own felloe-man. Their hearts, wicked and greedy for fame as they are, still break; as they find themselves traped in this vail of scilance. And may God have mercy on their soul, because, I won't!

Truth --known, I love sitting on my pedestal The Establishment has so readdily placed within mine hands. If I could have been riped-off by somebody, I'm glad it was the most powerful personality in television. I'm glad it turned-out to be a black-bitch who did all this too, and not a caucasiun. Nobody can that easily try to pass this all off as some simple case of racisum, cuz Chi done did this to a brother. If nothing more ever came of this, Not a lickly scereno, I'm glad that all I have to do is open my own, Nigger mouth, as surely we know meny in Hollywood-land now must refur to me as, and with a few well-placed words_make them feel the same embarrassment as I do shame in them. Once I told a Canadian Prime-Minister:" In the secret hall-ways of the television-industry and Establishment, there were two words being spoken that could one-day bring them to their knees, and, those words were my name; whatever it was back then, but after being confirmed as The Prodigy-child of the Mormon Church and all Christianity. Naturally I love that when celebs. talk to one another on their Twitter-accounts about me, about some text I may have sent, they refur to me as, Jesus, though Heaven-alone can imangian what they say together and what names they use when refuring to me in person. And I love to see their face as they look-back at us from the camera_after saying something they know I would disaprove of_in wonderment and fear at the thought that I too might at that particular time be watching them. As an example: watch Micheal Strahan, on "Live with Kelly & Micheal, the next time Kelly says "God something-or-another. She has learned her lesson already, that it's always said now in reverance, but, Micheal still almost crindges in his high-chair, his face goes all blank; and as he wonders for a moment if yet once-more the show will experiance 'the wrath of god' should it need-be I say anything and they be put-on-report. So yea! I'm a bully. A grate, big, danm bully. Some may even call me a nasty nigger; especially those of my own race. But whatever I am, whatever my God has permitted me to become, HE walks before me, and it is HIS-Will that shall be done. And again, 'God help anyone whom should be the slightest disresptful to HIM, becausew we so well know with such grate certianty, I won't.

So getting back to the point, No...I'm not about to forget my past_in`order to have a better future. I'm not going to believe forgetting what has been done to me, and just move forward; that it should make this day more enjoyable for me. I'm not going to forget the spilled-blood of perhaps unspoken millions of innocent-souls soaking the sands of, Iraq, and now other nations around the world, because This`Bitch "who sits atop the seven hills and leads the world astray' can rest on her throne any longer than what must be or what may. Those Seven-Hills are the seven continats of the earth, and Chi the wicked-one has been leading us all astray with her silly little television-shows much longer than I would have wished permit. And anybody who foolishly blasphemes that can just move aside, for surely otherwise: they will be mowed-over, and, with the simpelist sympathy from me one could ever imangian.
amen

The Queen-of-Talk

I see a great comparisum between, Donald Trump and Oprah Winfrey, becides the fact that I know their two great personal friends_one with the other. It's not about their bigger than all life attitude about themselves eather. But their both lires, huge lires. And they have learned, or we have_that the more thee lie, the more they are loved. For Donnald, it's this throwing his hat in the ring every election-cycle. Everybody knows, Mr.Trumep, even Donald Trump, that there is no way in hell anybody is going to permit "that" to make an honest attempt to capture The Presidentcy of The United States of America; though they could just be misgiued enough to let another Bush in_unbelieable as that may sound. This Oprah thing however, being the bitch I know her to be,(and incidently don't worry b/c `we will be calling her worse B4 through)is as usual, I'm sure, nothing more than a bid to draw attraction to herself. I cleande her clock when she thought she wouls wrangle another award_this time for The Butler-movie, that the sillywhore didn't mannage even a nomination; doing yet once more exactly what I told her I would fourteen-years ago "ear her apart brick by brick, instution by instution, and the cuan can't like it. Never`mind, chi was never expected to. But now with this alledged attempt to become one of the buyers in the instution of the N.B.A.? That's just wrong on so meny levels.

It seems to me, the whole deal about this Butler-movie was to draw attention to the poor, downtrodden black man and woman. Fuck-Off with that old-school shit. Niggers gotta grow-up! There's not only a black President sitting in The White House, which is good of course, and, the culteral-idenity is so much popularized by a bunch of former black-hoods_who most of the time only think they can sing, and, their musuc-video's are an unacceptabul form of entertainmen...they all have clothing-lines, sell shoes on the side, or perfumes; while to get into the buisness in the-first-place most of them started-off by selling drugs to kids on street corners. None of them are ashamed to admit this eather_now that they got theirs, and use their former behavior as an example as to how we can all improve our own lives by following their example. Well you will excuess me, North-America, and the Free-World, but we're letting them get away with it. Suckers! So if you don't mind, the popint was: from my perspectivbe, I see this Oprah-movie not as a tool to advanve respect for the poor black-persons idenity, but rather a sward intended to keep old-wonds opened_while, weather they know it or not, just pissing-off "whitie" flashing jewles and grilled-teath, and, remaining thugs every step of the way.

Subsequently, should her Royal Grate-Blackness, the mighty Queen-of-Talk get her hands on The N.B.A. basketball owners-assoiation, we can be sure as Chi goes-about expressing every ounce of injustice that has ever been presented to blacks, there won't be much humility being expressed, but instead like, Katt Williams, did on Arcineo Halls-show yesterday_to aledgly help the two gentleman buy entrance into The N.B.A., under other circumstances , and at every oppertunity, they will be pulling-out their fat wallets; waving their cach in our faces. But all that's besides the point isn't it? Oprah isn't lickly to actually buy-into the N.B.A., when you consider this is the first year, O.W.N.TV has managed to turn a profit. Why that chincy-bitch hasn't manaaged to come-up with the pitteling Two-hundred grand I should have been intitled to easther; had she paied me for the idea she would rather steal, ie that rag of a magazine, The Oprah-magazine_let-alone her sister-in-crime Rosie O'Doneall; making incidently both The Nigger & The Honky accountable to me. But as we all know: I don't give a shit about that, or their ficking dirty-money. Not when these two whores are so responcible for every soldure that has had to meet an untimely demise because of them, and, all those whom still choose to protect them. Quite frankly, anyone who is riding-hige with The Biblical Whore of Revelation , will end-up with their legs being choped-off; be it their voice, their reputation, their wealth, or, even their lives_at the face of my God. Those whom betray me, now also betray my God, None shall be excussed!

Further`more, almoost every sports-team always pray to only the-Gods for guidance, luck and victory. From my recolection, foolish as I may be, none pray publicly, or call for any sort of hope_in the name of that cow of a church-lady; for surely too her assperations of opening her own refuge of worship has not yet become a distant thought in her wicked little mind; any more than her ability to convince herself Che will ever be able to wipe this innocent-blood clean which through her, has been smeered upon mine hands. Were her royal grate-niggerness, and 'the biblical whore of revelation' to think she has any chance of entrance into the NBA, there will be possibly even letters written to the assoitation; that they should know: cursed in the name of both our Gods, they too now controling the NBA shall know the same Hell-on-Earth I have brought this bitch_until they too feel as torn-apart as her useless, barron-cunt already does. For ask 'the filthy-one' who denied her the Oscar-award Chi so desperately wished for The-Butler. And that, my people, took no more than a few Tweets to gat the message through; that as said; Oprah Fucking Winfrey, didn't even mannage to recive a nomination. No! `We are Not done with that one, anyone who protects her, anyone who gains any sort of profit through her, and especially anyone who should bow to her instead of (yes I dare say this too) me!

As for the rest of my people, weather they choose to know me or Not, my battle is never going to be against them. The forces of evil that rule and pursway us already are too multipul for one man to deal with anyway; which just could be why I was couhursed into turning myself into a living-god ha-ha. But seriously...you can't hold the powerless accountabul for what the powerful do against them; especially when their not even aware as to exactly how their being hood-winked every step of the way. Still, a few of them outta open their eyes, I think. Tyrinny you see comes in meny disguizes, and has meny players. I intent to fuck...the whole danm lot of them. Just how seriously i rip their innards apart depends on how still they lay there while I giver-one punnding at a time; until even my grate-urges have been satisfide. However, there can be nothing better than a gool old-fasioned orgy once in a while. So once the meat of my revenged has been pounded and beet into a nice tenderization, and if "it" still refuses to yeald to me and our God, anyone is welcome to rip the flesh from the bones of the beast, and sup mightily, who ingraciates themselves by sitting at my table.
amen

Heaven Is

Maybe someone like me was never ment to understand people, nor them I. Perhaps it would be an easy thing for me to do; walk into some court some day, and sue for my entitlements. Perhaps I could wish to then go through my vast list of those whom have betraied me, in this life-time as a man; that I should now unwelcomely be turned into this thing, this god-like creature. Perhaps once done legaly, and in a court-of-law, every man and woman on the street would be encourraged into rightful, and in their eyes, holy-war. Perhaps I could even finally then cause those same people responciple for both my creation, and what thus-far they have feared to recongnize as their demise, to finally be brought-up on charges of conspiricy_leading to the highest esolangs of establishment, and all of whom know me well_to be imprisoned, striped of their possesions, and meny to witness the lopping-off of heads a plenty. But do I want that/Really?

What really makes me crazy, and who knows, partly it could be my fault_having somewhat of an overpowerring certanty about all this is: most of humanity can only beleive in a, Jesus, that's going to one-day wisk them off to Heaven, and safty; saving them from an all-to-certan eventual globel-casastrophe. Well I'm sorry my Dears, but I've been here sixty-years on the 16th. of May. Other than a brief four seconds, when I was a teenager, casually and recklessly playing with a 22 semi-automatic rifel on a hill-top behind my family's home_where I had built a small log-cabin play-house, did I ever think what it would be like to no-longer be here. Since thatt formentioned date, I have always been prepairesd to live my life_no matter what it surved-up to me, for as long as I can and my God permits_with two feet on solid ground. And just what in the fuck need have people for some demi-god to wisk them off to Heaven for anyways; for as the scriptures say:" It is already inside each and every one of us" or was that a lie. No no! We don't need to abandon our world to save our soul. We need to repair our soul to save our world. If that requirres a great-clensing of the shits that are running stuff around here, so-be-it! On that subject all I can say is: How fortunate are my people, that it was I the true-gods in Their infinate-wisdome chose to represent Them, because, having your name attached to, DUBYA'S war, and probably the ability with you're own resorces able to prove it easily, nevermind, Jesus Christ, Hitler most lickedly would have been the one to succeed in ataining The Second Coming.

Maybe I just don't want to believe all the prophesies, or at least understand them in the same manner as ordanary folks do anyway. It is not however by understanding things the way ordanary people do, that is responsible for getting me on all these famious, alledgly inlightened peoples web-pages_that surely my name shall reign unto eturnity, is it. It is not by understanding prophesy the way of ordanary people_that has allowed me to hold the feet of my peers/enemies to the fire; that they should surrender to me what is mine; starting-off with my most holy-names, and, titles. That I should die, or have my human identity, my very being remopved from the presents of my people_fits no way into the plans I have made for eather myself, or my people this time. NuHuh! We both know isn't in anybody's understanding of prophesy. No. I refuse to believe in a god that would require me to kill-off two-thirds of the earth, once His people had been magicly carried-off and up into the Heavens, until it was safe to return again! For fuck Really. One third of the planet is worthy to be taken to Heaven in the first-place, and by accordance as to what the church would say_as they litterly blasphime against us, pillage us to store their own wearhouses with food, possesions and gold? Of course, there are many ways of unraveling the meaning of this original-text anyway. The point is: Even with all I have done this far, there is still much to both yet be done, and, I intend to depart the way of, Muhammad, an old-man. Hardly at the age of sisty-six, as he had done however; you will understand, because, I also intend fully to reep and enjoy the rewards of my service to my God and people, in the full-face of what I am deturmand will be an honorable, and loving socity.

So hang-on people:It's going to be Not only "a bumpy-ride" but it also may take some-time to reach our destination. We will get there however, and together: not only because that is my deturmanation, and, we can see I really am He who must be pleased, but because also_that we should make it together really is one of those things I so clearly understand of the scriptures. The same God that made me, made you too see. And Heaven already is here. For some of us it may be difficult to see at times. But if I can do this thing in front of you're own eyes, that the whole of the earth can now through:"Gods-gift" as The Pope calls it, the internet_witness to what has been done for you, and act, well...have I not returned just as the prophesies said He would "As if from a cloud"?
Think about it. Those whom gave me my titles did. And they knew I would one day, because, there still is much living to be done inside of me, return with God's rage, and finally through my peoples wisdome, we could very-well soon be coming after them, we would topple their thrones, we would take possesion of this maching we call an earth and our home. And to be danmed anybody who tries to stop us!

I will say one thing though: Truely I feel sorry for anybody working in the television-industry right now. I know I use celibrities-names quite a lot, especially on Twitter. I don't judge people however. They are free to live their lives the way they want_just as am I. But it is their Queen-of-Talk that got us all in this terrible-trouble in the first-place, and they have the loudest voice on earth. It's not my fault that if they are to continue in the buisness, they have to follow the unholy-bitch to her doom. But we all got dissions to make; which is another thing I don't make for other people incidently. We/I never expected establishment to just lay-down and die, and is not what I want anyway. But every thousand years or so, it needs a good kick in the nuts apparently; that for their treatment towards me, I am all too willing to, and for ever long it needs take, be there to supply a mayby not so massive foot as a say size-sixteen_where ny elevens or twelves will dom just as finly a job. I will have my throne. And I will have my voice. As for a crown_who needs it, though, probably that too some-day will be mine/ours, because, when ones duty is being preformed properly, one doesn't need search for money. And technically, in a court-of-law, humph...ten-Billion bucks and change ain't nuttn to sneaze at; were one to give this situation tjhe most disgusting look on things that is. Why we just could, I imaging, manage to have a jewel-encrusted gold-crown for every day of the week.
But that would be all too human, wouldn't it; that if this case actually does needs reach the courts, most than lickly I would donate nearly every cent to charities and building orgnations, and already have the fducking Vatican to live in to boot.
Rome, after all, looks nice any day of the year. tee-hee
amen

I Find Myself

Almost every morning when we get up, we say to ourselves "We're ashamed we probably won't be doing any blogging" because we know there is so much that needs to be said, and, quite possibaly I might be a touch more lazy than I would like to believe. Becides, it's easy to imangian none of this will even be known about for another three-hundred years anyway; since we know humanity feels Christ could never be allowed to be regonized within His own life-time_eather now or then, because after-all, that would require everyone to put-away their instrements of deception and war, and, finally come-together in a peaceful diolog. Heavens forbid eh?

Subsequently, I find myself_more often than I would like to_falling into that same trap most of socity has sunk into, where expressing our disatisfaction on-line, seems to be_almost in some perverted way, an excape into personal-calmness and satisfaction. Fortunatly however, at least most of my expressed-opinions are actually the right ones_for an inlightend socity; though I'm sure difficult for some to stomach.

I do of course realize it sounds petty to some people, to imangian a Christ that could take theCross almost effortlessy, only to return as one that wasn't prepaired to allow His people to even blasphime His name. I mean, come-on, words don't hurt right. That's after all what we were taught in my generation. But they do hurt. Everybody knows it. And when you hurt people, there are consenquences; often unimanigened but just as real for the victums of such abuse. So I can only hope good-folks would realize that when you're idenity has been confirmed by you're peers_as has been mine, to disrespect me, or even the very name of Christ, who we all know did exist, and once did this wonderful thing that we may all have hope, this could be somewhat of a special circumstance. For one: most people don't have to get-up in the morning, and wonder how very meny innocent people have been murdered_in you're name, since the brief time when you went to sleep. Not meny people have to understand that a President of the United-States of America used the name of your Savior to launch a blackmailed, immoral, unethical and illegal war, or, live with the fact that after mailing a letter to him just ten-days before, actually you were the very person he suggested gave you the permission to commit this great atrosity. No. You don't have to go to bed at night_feeling as though nothing will ever allow you to arise in the morning, with any confidance any of that innocent-blood, true-blood, has been maracialassy washed away; only to realize that it hasn't. Neather do you have to live in a world where anyone awear of your on-line presents expects you to be wiped clean of your humanity; so that you have the resembelance of the God they have so been taught to expect you to return as. Well I won't be a God. I am a simple man. And for those who can understand prophesy, those whom can understand that in the year of our Lord-1948 the nation of Israel itself was raised from the dust in the ground, into the great nation it is now, because, a few inlightened people simply understood prophesy, to make the short of the long of it, their idiots.

Of course I'm mad at the world. I'm furious! But more than being bothered by my people, and their total dismissal of me, I'm angry with myself. I'm the problem. I have to believe this, or surely I would be driven mad by my own mind. It is me who has this great weight on his hands; that in all my life I shall never be allowed to shake away from my being. It is me who has failed to make my people understand the truth of my own life. And it is me, who doesn't know how to communaite like the God one expects, but as only the human I so am. Ask yourself though: Isn't the merical of Christ that He was a man. Maybe folks needa stop blaiming me_in their hearts and their minds_for not being the God they think they so need, and, realize that as all members of the human-race we can get through all this toghther as such. But of course that would require a whole mess of true-sinners stepping-up to the line_making sacqfices simular to mine. These people can't even accept what they have done as anything wrong; those whom have so betraied me, let alone imangian themselves ever having to pay for it in any way.
Well people, it's only too late when you think it's too late. I havn't come to that conclusion yet, and sorry...hope I never do, because "I Pitty The Fool" who thinks colusion, racterring, blackmail, and all sorts of other trickery_is anyway for a nation, or a world to find inlightenment, and am here to prove that it's not.

Now I'm sorry this post is going to be so terribly short, but, I rather be at Twitter, where people arn't always quite certan if I'm serious, or not. After-all, I don't want people thinking I want to make-up their minds for them, now, do I. You decide.
amen

The Burning

If it were ever my natural-nature to feel sorry for someone, other than as-I-do feel:"People are responsible for their own actions, and, must live their lives towards their beliefs" I don't think a more sorry`assed person could be imangined than that of, Steadman Graham, of the Oprah-dinisty. I know he has all these wonderful organzinations, where alledgly he helps little-kids and the like. We are also aware, Mr.Graham, runs some publisity-outlet thingy; which apparently he probably had set-up long before meeting, Miss.Winfrey, and, that in this way he is a man of his own_although the world may have a more pestimestic, or, positive attitude_depending on their circumstances, I guess? I hose the negitive, so to think what it must be like to be him, I say Yukh!
Can you imangian...to actually live, and, be associated sexually with "the biblical whore of revelation" to have the world think you fuck that. Why that's just disgusting. Of course, peobably, Mr.Graham, hasn't actually touched that smelly, raggedy, old, warn-out thing for years_if ever; since in true-life, perhaps there has never been a more ugly looking rich bitch than nour ulistrious mighty Miss Winfrey; though for the grater-part, the public hasn't realized this, or, refuses to believe, because_after all, this is their Oprah, and, Chi must be all encompassing, wonderful, yes...even magnanimous!

So never mind that this cow is the one who sits atop the "seven hills" of the earth "leading it astray" and that those Seven Hills are the seven continents of the earth, or, that she has "slept with all the Kings of the earth" with that little television-show she used to have, and now, OWN-TV, OWN-Canada & OWN-this and that! Not to mention her' own "O Magazine" which she has so ungraciousley managed Not to thank me for the idea there-of so to speak. Yeah well I got sommin the`Bitch can own all right. And Chi's earned every lick of it. And you can get you're filthy mind out of the gutters too, you pig;lol. No, unlike, Stedman Graham, I would never allow myself to be assoiated with that filthy-cunt on such a level, or, permit one single soul of humanity to ever believe I would. NuHuh! The fact is: The only firm, solid stick I would ever allow this particular stinking-twat to ever recive a close proximanity to, are those lighting-up the fires of hell; where surely her fat, black-ass can finally contrubute towards something meaningfull. "Fule for the burning of all the other little cunts just like her."
amen

What You're Going to Do

I may have opened my mouth a little too wide, the other day_talking to my neighbour outside. These people have been living next door for about eighteen months now, and, we have had meny, meny conversations; as things go for city-dwewllers_who don't usually know much about one another in the first place. Never has the conversation conversed in that time, towards the direction of me being known within the realms of establishment as The- Reincarnated Christ; that the subject came directly out of left-field, so-to-say. There's no need to transgress into the dulldrums of the exact wording of the conversation; that it will service to state: it took aproximately 30 to 45 of the first minutes-seconds of a three minute conversation, before my neighbour had already called me Jesus, twice!

Of course you can see what the problem is here now, don't you? Tomorrow, or whenever is the next time I see my neighbour, all these questions have to go through my mind_of which i surely have no intention of disgussing with the likes of you, but, more importantly, meny questions have already, I'm sure, gone through the head of my neighbour as to "How could this all be possable, Jesus, lived next-door to him and nobody knew?" And if you don't know how pratically, erotically-humorous that is, I might as well just roll-over, and, crawl back into my tomb. I give-up. But that was a lie! `We never give-up, and, all our enimies are always sacrificed. So be carefull out there out there, my pepole, please.

And now what you're going to do is: Go away and think about all this for a while. After all, it's only fair. I have to. And for every day of the rest of my life. Surely you can take a few minutes to think what you're going to do about it?
amen

If Folks Think

hum...I'm sometimes glad not to be considered one of them, because, people's be nuts you know.
Life is far too short, and enjoyable_if I let it, to be sitting in my room in fromt of a computer_feeling sorry for myself; cussing-out anybody who doesn't believe that I exist. There is far too-much for me to look forward to_even in death, for at least a thousand years, bucause, ordanary people will still speak my name; knowing better of my actual existance today_in meny cases, due to the enormous technology we have around us, and, our ability to save it, than they did for the original christ-Himself.
Looking sorry for myself, and pretending to be ofended whenever someone denyies me, is just an act, my friend. Furthermore, if folks think I be hate'in on them because of the way they speak His name, well those people probably don't realize what Christ did, far less than theyb could ever understand what I do now. I don't hate anybody, just feel sorry for them. And or bu...considering the ammount of truely wicked people this earth could well do without, have had their ilustrious-careers, reputations, even finacial-compensations jeoparidzed to-the-point they now even feel the noose tightening around their own very-worthless knecks, it's been a pritty good act at that, myBitches, hasn't it.

Music Changes Fuck

Honestly, has anybody ever seen such a bunch of cry-babies as singers and musicisans, complaining that people are ripping-off their music; by not paying for it through the proper chanels. They love to proclaim their importance to the world, as if they were all, Bonno, while mostly grabbing their crotch, blasphimming and cussing the gods they all claimed were responcible for getting them there in the-first-place, and, more than is whishfully, rightfully-confidant to say: proclaim with their music:" they are changing the world for the better." In their hearts they know they really are nothing but mostly a bunch of sell-outs, running huge conglomerates, and don't care who they have to walk over to stay at the top, what dishonest-positions they have to alter for the sake of public-opinion, and, to save their sorry ass. The fact of-the-matter is: the thing they are lickly to change most, usually is in-line with their thinking breaking-down respectable-barriers, such as throwing-out religion with the church, or, the baby with the bath-watter, somehow is going to creat a better, more inlightened-socity. They claim to know what'revolution" is, until they maske a few dollars..........


Faggots! They can suck more cock, and shut their filthy mouths, as far as I'm concerned.
Of courtse it's nothing for one of, Oprah's favorit bitches, Beyonce Knowles, to paraid her ass in the face of one of history's most iconic Christian-paintings "The last Supper" because what...Chi once sang in the-choir, and apparently can carry a tune. Fuck her, and her no-good useless husband, J,Zey, for standing behind such hypocrisy, sacqulige, and all around crap!

Then twenty-four (24) hours passes, and you don't really know what to say about these people, do you. I mean today, comming back from working at a recent painting-site, a girl asks me if she can take my picture. A few momnts earlier, some fellow from, Guyana, had stoped me for conversation_lasting all of five to seven (5-7) minutes; in which I had already explained to him that I was, Jesus. I learned that he wasn't on-line however, which suggested he was probably somewhat poor in in the way of finances; though I was none-the-less to learn he wasn't in eatrher sprite or mind. He had in that short period of time actually acceped me as 'the reincarnated-christ, and was wishing me good health, prosparity, and for the speedy fulfillment of my mission.
So anyway, by the time this girl asks me for a photo, it's fair to say I'm already feeling confidant enoughb about myself, that though I am going to comply with her request, I want to know she at least is intrested enough to know who this extraordaniry person is standing before her_out of all the thousands she must visuialize every day_that requrres such attention from her; she feels she must_without knowing who in the devil I am, document it.
So I say to the girl:"Okay, You can take my picture, or, something to that reference, but, she mu8st agree tro allow me to introduce myself first; at which she complies. So i say: I'm on both the Pope's and, Presidents Twitter-page, and, they know me as, Jesus Christ. Those were the exact words, deliberity so, because, I wanted to know if before I finished my first sentence_weather I would be able to detect any sort of facial-expression that might suggest she had the impression maybe she was before someone requirring a recognition slighty above perhaps the normal indiviguial. Needless-to-say, it worked, for there was an instantainious sparkel in her eyes that quite-frankly_in an earlier day could have caused me grate personal embarrassiment; not being accustomed to, or, used to my own vast magnanumous grandure/Right(fuck-off, this is my blog. I cvan feel good about myself here, at least, if I want to) (haha/LOL)

Anyway, I think this is enough for today. You get the point. I don't need to try prove anything to you about who I am. You already know. You just have to wrap you're fucked-up mind around the fact that this is exactly how you both wish, and, expect you're Jesus Christ to return, He's done so, and, as for getting you're shit together, nobody has ever made it so easy for you. All you have to do is continue to kiss-my-ass, but, now in front of me, the entire world_publicly, and, submit. In other-words, get off you're ass, and do something. Everybody's always complaining about how they got no money to invest in anything, but, `we hadn't realized that ment even in you're Savior.
I won't say if I feel sorry for you, or not. That would almost be like judging. Judge yourself. Histrory will. Let's just hope you're names will be mentioned though, becxause, we all know mine will, and, anybody who wishes to help "light the tourch."
If you think writting little songs about a Christ_long dead and gone, with nothing more than a bunch of unfulfiolled promises behind Him, failing to realize this is the time to get on-board...like-I-said; music changes fuck, and this bitch is expecting a hell-of-a-lot-more from you.
amen

The Real Life

People may never know what it's like to live in a world where some little punk can get away with all the shit I do; any more than their lickly to realize how much better they would prefure me to be living it_than them. That's of no concenquence here however, but only that you hear every word I say, and, if you're smart, believe them. I am Jesus Christ, just as assuredly as you are too afraid or simply unwilling to deny me to my face.

Anyway, earlier today I was at the mall. Apparently I have no work until Saturday, and am deturmand to find some pleasure in having to sit on my ass till then. So I went out, bought some sauggages on sale, and a nice twenty-six oncer of Canadian-club Wiskey. After walking around a bit, I decide to check my phone, find a place to sit-down, and eventually send a tweet. It's a public sitting-area, desinged spifically for these pouposes. and presently the space is invaided by a bunch of 'oldies' who probably over the months have made the place their neighbourhood meeting-spot. I notice that they are all english-speaking, but still feel somewhat discomboublatted, because, with all my packages, bags, winter-clothing and hat, which need to be properly placed_both to keep out of the way of other shoppers, and folks that might want to sit down; those that are already there insist on giving me glances asuredly ment to make the situatioton feel even more aquward than it already is. And I have to make everything nice and neet around me too, since, surely the security-guard would otherwise decide he needed to make it his place to do so. They're always following me around, standing in their little groups, and making obvious comments together reguarding what they believe to be my character. And nine times out of ten they're Haitian-fucks who got over here after reporting, criminalizing and killing their own fellow country-man; before having to high-tail it out of their country in the first place.

So anyway, within a few moments I get my tweet done; which goes like this:
"If He said He was on #thePopes & #thePresident's #TwitterPage, would they be impressed...
Or will this #ModernAge hold that close to its chest?"

Naturally the 'tag'ed-itums' went 'Top-Tweet' because as we know, jesus, doesn't fuck around, or, waste His time. In the mean`time however, I could hear discontent between the people sitting within my proximitty. And, for the-most-part from what I could understand: they were somewhat dissatisfied with government. One old-geezer had made a loud public-declarition that: He hadn't paied his taxes for a number of years_so loudly, that I wasn't the only one turning around to see what was going-on with him. They were absoulyly all-over the globe with their bitterness and malcontent too, as the conversation led even to Italy, Greese and I believe Rome. Obviously these good-folks were of imagrent-family's or perhaps were themselves/ whatever...
So I'm about to leave now, and the louder of the gentleman is declairing: People don't know what's going-on around them these days; at which point now I feel, before departing, I must confirm_maybe not in a voluam so loudly, but, just as reformedbully. They after-all have welcomed me into what they call the real life, durring that time I was sitting amunst them; that it is only my obglation to pay some respect towards my elders, and state exactly how correct they are that:"People don't know what the fuck is going on around tham, but, some of us do."

Briskly stopping in my attempts of departure, I turn around less concerned with the expression on my face, than the words expaulding from my lips and mouth.
You're right, I say:
People don't know what's going on, or what's about to happen, because, that thing you have probably heard of, that internet-sensation all the top-dogs in Government, Media and electronic social-comunartions use, that tower of importance they like to utlize to trick the people into believing they are "the-right-stuff" their social-pages, all have one thing in common from the silly, poumpas Pope, to the highest position of phisical-athority on the whole of this planet, that's Jesus Christ, and He is standing right in front of you now.
"No!" one lady screemed.
"Yes" I said.
And suddenly, so did everybody else. The truth cannot be denied. If I wanted to, I could have whiped that gang of old-timers into a frenzy, and had the mall towrn apart brick by brick_just for the fun of it.
And that's again, the real life bitches, that somma you better watch you're step. When the gods strike, yes "vengence is a dish best surved cold" but better still `we make damned sure nobody is prepaired for the scrumptiousness of our serving, that they have no excape from experiencing the tastful dash of retrobution_if needed. Come-on, tell me. Isn't that what you want and expect of you're Jesus/Right
amen

National Sleep-Day

Good-Gosh! All the time I've wasted thinking about how I wasn't expecting to enjoy my day-off yesterday. It's so much easier to enjoy a day-off when there's another-one following's what I mean, you know, like the first-day of a weekend. For those checking the time-line however, and as we can only hope people might wish to do in some distant future_as apparently nobody is destined to give-a-fuck today_in our age, and, in an attempt to see if even anything I have said over the past fifteen-years of my internet-identity is actually true or not, we're talking about yesterday and today; which is Friday incidently.
Really, the only time I ever feel is being wasted is:"the time I'm away from my people" like when I can't be eather Tweeting or 'blogging' to them. When I'm in public, you see, all anyone has to do is look at me, and, apparently they usually know simply from the way I carry myself that there might just be something special going-on around here. When I think it might lead to something_am I to catch that glint in their eyes, one of us are usually going to speak_if necessarry, and see what happens. Naturally as one can imangian, it's not long before the conversation leans towards my wonderment/ fu, shut-up, this is my blog/Right haha;lol
Anyway, the point is: I need at least two days to do a blog, usually. I don't like to rush them out, because, I know then that there's gonna be some editting needed, and more often than not, simply don't want to revisit the same blog to make eather corrections, or add-on's. We can't after-all have common folks thinking `we arn't perfect now...can we?
Yea! You go-on thinking like that_you bunch of jack-asses, and see how far it gets you. Oups! They just said my name again on T.V. at the "Museum Secrets" series on History-chanel (how common am I/haha)

Fools! Wouldn't it be intresting were I actually to feel that way about p[eople, as nobody can really say maybe I don't have the right to_to a certin degree, eh.
Really however, it's only National Sleep Day, and it wouldn't do to have the entire globe thinking little-Jesus was speeping-one-off. Why that's simply not the way it's done, because, I suspect there will be plenty of time for that when I'm finished.
So I'll go back to my Twitter, publicizing the fact that I actually do exist, and, because of the horrors church-establishment has been putting-out about me, for the past two-thousand years_scaring the shit out of everybody, I guess, and most-of-all unfortunatly. And who knows, maybe one day, one of you useless-fucks might grow a pair of balls big-enough, and believe: we can get this mostly filthy-episode delt with by somebody who actually has earned the right to say just how it's done.
You're all a bunch of bruts to be picking-on jesus, and you know it. But I still have faith in you...
And with this case before the-courts, which of course you're going to pay for, I will finally prove it too.
amen

Rediculous Nonsense

It's nice to think we can do anything we want to_whenever we want to; isn't it.
So it goes to say if one really wants to, they can `er...give-uo cigrattes, booze, drugs, or, even to lose weight_by giving-up an overly-stimulatting diet/Right? Well for me, the three formentioned topics might be easy to abandon. Bit as for the weight-thing, much as I would like to, there is no way I can possibly get that under control, because, I do after all_have an image to project.

As we already know: I am the symbolic figure-head of Christianity, and as the Muslim's see it "the long awaited Prophet Jesus Christ" or, one of the most closely-guarded secrets of these two alledgly great religions. However, when He was here the first time_traveling the globe, Christ was also making Himself known to other religions; which after His departure_wanted to claim He would one day return to make them too a part of the collective. And so there you have it. It's an image thing. In order for history to ravel this out at some far distant date_after our time has passed and another world rises from its ashes, what was or is now, must look like what was then, is now...
It's about "unity between the faiths" which is my gratest cause, come hell what may, because, my friends, at the end of the day: we reslly are all in this together, and, none of my people will be left-behind, no matter what color their skin, who they sleep with, or, even what religion we praice. We are one family under, Christ, and by-fuck, you're just gonna have deal with it.

To do this of course, to make myself appear more, Buddha-like, as yes...there is clear historical-evidence Christ traveled to Tibet, and, is recorded in The-Hindu scriptures, or in-other-words to support a more accurate-image of a Buddha, and since there is no record of what Christ looked like anyways, what choice do I have but to pack-on the pounds? This way I can hope people make the resembelance between the two religious-icons, that once I have united these three religions under the same umbrella, my work should be done/Right...And I just love eating so much anyway/LOL

Obviously that was a post of mostly pure bullshit. Of course I could lose weight, and don't judge me, because, you see, if I wanted you to believe perfactly rediculous nonsense, I could do that too. But whatever you think, that's up to you.
amen

Up to Them

I'm so sick of peolple thinking I'm supposed to feel sorry for them. People like the Rosie Perez's, or Rosie/Oprah loving bicthes who think one ounce of goodness_wipes out a world of pain and missery they themselves have caused. They can so on their little shows complaining about anonymous-tweeters & internet-posters setting up fake accounts, and, then insulting America's icons of socity. But they can take a big suck on my own arse-hole for all I care. The Accademy Awards the other day, kind of made one long for the good-old-days when , Ricky Gervais, was hosting the awards, making everybody feel just a little uncomfortable. Listen...If some little nobody like me can make Hollywood, or anyone else I choose feel uncomfortable_even the slightest, than probably there's some hidden truth these mostly fuck-heads don't want you to know about/Right?

As we both know: It's too late for me to simply demand Oprah and Rosie pay me off for those magazine-ideas I gave them, and, on which they both acted upon. Not only has one not been able to be dismanteled_through no lack of my trying in the beginning. But government-coffers are assisted to much by the simple taxes Oprah's rag brings in, that one is almopst inclined to stop any attempts against the cunt all-but-hopeless. Too much has taken place by others who wished to profit from and protect these two girls from what they have done. And Rosie Perez can complain about her people in the industry working for years to build their careers; only to too often watch them crumble_with them losing funds, contracts and the like because of these bull-shit accounts. Maybe they should have protected us all from their own crimes of secretcy, complisity and other conspritiorial curcumstances; that eventually could turn into the greatest mass-killing this planet has ever known. At this point, they should be offering up their heads to the chopping-block; to be loped-off at our earliest command. But I will settel for their reputations, and to damage their bank-accounts. What the people want to do however, well that's up to them..?

Intelligent Athorities

I was watching one of those talk-shows, I don't remember which one_as I watch them all. The incident took place before going to work the other day, I'm quite certian. So it must have been a morning talk-show too, and not one of those I watched probably that past evening in rerun, so, more-than-lickly it was "Kelly,and Micheal" on the ABC-Network; which makes sense when I think about it. Michael Strahan, after-all, is a giant baby, behind the sceans, I'm sure; since as we know, it probably was him more than anyone, who got little-Kelly to drop me as a mention from her Twitter-page.
Anyway, here was Rosie Perez screeming at the top of her tiny, little-lungs that people using social-media shouldn't be allowed to use fake-names, or whatever you call that_I can't remember right now. She went on to say that 'the-Hollywoods' spend great time developing their careers, and, their reputations; all to have everything shot-to-hell by anonymous-posters. Naturally what we are seeing is an attempt by these people of reputation to bring-about some sort of national-campaign towards persuading government to step-in here, and, change some of the laws protecting internet-users,or, as-they-see-it, internet abusers.
Incidently: looking over my tweets, I see it was Barbara Walters mucky @theVievTV-program where Rosie Perez was making her complaint; which seems to show how important her little rant was to me; that I can't remember, and, furthermore Whoopi Goldburg had excussewd herself form the inteerview intirely anyway. Quite frankly, I think Sister-Act is the only bright-light on the show anyway, that I can well undersrtand her backing-out of the conversation. She obviously caeres more than she is willing to admit though; which only makes her more wise to keep her foot out of this one, were you to ask me.

Anyway, you whom would appose me, my God & myPeople, you go to you're little house-comitties, Amercian Senate, or who ever you go to to make you're pathetic, stupid-requests, feeling all sorry for yourselves, because, some tiny portion of what you have all too plentyfull, has been finally snatched from you're greedy, little hands, and know this: You're Lord and Master, Jesus Himself, and idintified as such, already has contacted your express-leaders; that as had Rosie O'Donneal once been, you too may be forced before a Senate-stearing commity; that you may be carefull next time as to what you ask for. Of course, should it be you're choice, you can imangian The Amercian-Senate is going to willingly surrender it's own reputation_to save you. Though however, I am more inclined to believe such intelligent-athorties are going to wish leave this one alone, because, my little Hollywood-dearies, as-I-said, Jesus is well known to these people, and, they know I have no hesitation in following-through, sewing Establishment, church & state, for my names and titles. And on that day suddenly sweety, the world does change!
amen

Up to You

What injustice that in the most prosperous nations this world has ever known, especially America, Canada, and perhaps, Britian also, in this case_at this great late date in age, we still have homelessness; let alone poverty. One realizes these big Donald Trump/Oprah, government-officials, corporate-exectuives, you know...the one precenters, and, the like don't have to live in these places; while they are in their own guilded, guarded-cocoons. But at some point they all at least drive through the commoners nightmare we call the streets, the hood, or our neighbourhoods; simply get from one point to the other. Well I tell you brother...if this was what I was building, and intended to leave-off to my children, I'de not think there was so much to be all that proud about. It's so almost exactly what I said to, Oprah, and that bunch of war-criminals, all those years ago_has finally come to turms.
"Until I get what is mine, the rubble of my dustruction will be piled up high around their ears. Humanity has become nothing but a crumbeling infrastructure, both Amercian houses of government are against not only themselves, but even their people, war is spread around the world, football-stayidum sized bolders from space are recorded as near-earth-misses almost weekly, and everybody has their head tucked-up their ass_trying to scream for Jesus to save them; while fearing they may not be allowed to let him_due to His posable rightful retrobution, and, He can't hear anyways because of their low-towned muffled fart-laden sented voices. Unfortunately there isn't a whole lot I can do about that, but, were it up to me, it's this:

First thing: I don't have to feel sorry for you, and, you're lack of faith. To be perfactly frank, I certianly don't have to like you. It would do both mySelf, and my/your-God a grate diservice that I should have my wonder attached to the living-pages of this generations most powerful members_enemies and champions alike_under the name of The Reincarnatted Jusus Christ Himself, and, you choose to make nothing of it/ Fuck-You

Everybody says poverty is just a small problem. Well if it's just a small problem, it shouldn't take a truck-load of solutions to rectify, should it? So as an example as to how I particularry would handle this_for a start, poverty would be_for all intentional pourpouses, ilegial. If you were caught sleeping, begging, or making a common-nusense of yourself_without any other means to cloth, feed, and accomidate housing in proper loggings, you would be picked-up and treated_to use a word. What's more, the church could easily be seen as the ones to pay for it. They've got a whole bunch of buildings once used as schools_for example, that they are now selling-off for condo-development and the like anyways. Naturally a social-conciousness to such a small matter, could develope into other circumstances; none of which should be entirely unforseen in the first place. How could the church be expected to pay for such a service for example, and what would these people do to warrent vertually free housing; p[eople might say.

Obviously I'm not about to construct my entire theory on homelessness right here-and-now; especially when I delivered my thoughts to , DUBYA, on "Peace in the Middle-East" he managed to turn it into "the beginning-days of world war three" topping it of with a firm statement that: Jesus told him to do it! I'll go back to 'tweeting' under both the most powerful name, and to the likewise people this history has ever known; embarrassing them towards my acceptance, or destroying their most lustrious-reputations, and tempting this world towards the commitment of their demise. And all this stright in front of them, for so pure, honest and rightious is mine-god!
As far as I'm concerned, and all that I need to is: have my existance learned, and, leave the rest up to you.

Call Me Jesus

Now it would be ridiculous for me to claim to be, Jesus Christ/Right...
That's why I always let other people do it for me. You know. Just like the original one did when asked if He was 'the son of God' all those so meny years ago; at which He answered "They Say That I Am". Today I have no excape from the same relitive-existance_as did He; being mentioned on The-President's and Popes Twitter-pages. So what I do know for sure is: most definatily I am the person ment to play the role of the 'reincarnated-christ' and even the church admits it doesn't exactly know what that means anyways. Of course, as we see, I have made clear to them meny things now; that my wonders are carpetted before them_that the gods themselves know of their iniquity, and, they (the church) now fear soon so shall mankind. The fact that I am even mentioned on the Popes page, adds crediance to me saying: I once asked and recived 'canonization' from John Paul-II, for the title of, The REAL First Saint of the Internet, and all the other rightious-shit I been talkin bout, Don't-it...

There is no doubt that I am being watched eather. If the N.S.A. is looking at only a limitted amount of internet-traffic, and telephone-calls, we can be certian I am one of those lucky few; depending on how you look at it? To-be-fair, I have lots of funny little insidents taking place in my life; some more explainable than others. Two (2) weeks ago_for example, my own internet and television were down; due to a lack-of-payment. Feels like we mentioned this already, but, perhaps not properly. Please bare-on. Anyway, for the first day I hardly checked past the first time; when I got up that morning, to find everything was down_except for one thing. Since my service-provider was telling me every time I tried to open a page that:" I had to call the company before service could be restored" I found it odd my Twitter-account was still working; sure that if I crashed, or accidently closed the page, that-would-be-that until I made the payment. Despritely needing to tweet however, I ran-off around fifteen (15) on my smart-phone over that day, and sure enough_when I checked on the desk-top, it was still running all this twenty-four (24) hours after being denied service. Eventually the computer did crash, freeze, or I accidently closed the page, but, no-matter. As long as I was able to load one page, it wouldn't allow me to axcess the internet. But simply by opening my favorites-list, I could click onto any on my twitter's and it would load. Basically I was on the Internet, and other-than-this, on my most important site of all. Other than not being able to watch television, and blog, nothing relly had changed. Even the house-phone still worked!

And so there you have it eh
One can't logically expect to send letters through the post to the last three (3) Amercian Presidents, and, four (4) of their own nations Prime-Ministers, expecting there will be no consequences at all. Why the mear mention once_long-ago, in what by now feels another lifetime, or, the beginning of this present one I've been living for the past fourteen (14) years, that I told court-officials I was even known by the then reigning, Right Honorable John Critiean, I was immediately wisked-off for phychiatric-investagation. You can hardly immagian what were the looks on their faces when I mentioned the letter only had to do with how, Oprah Winfrey/Rosie O'Donneal riped me off, and all the shit that followed. I knew what risks I was taking, even way back then. I also knew however that because I was finding myself wraped-up in a conspiricy_which even allowed DUBYA to blackmail his way into war, I would have to leave an official documented-trail for the sake of history; if not even for my own protection. Naturally the day may come when people say this was all a well-planed skyem on my part. Those same hypocrates would say also however, under circumstances that would be more favorabul to them that: because I was so under-edgucatted, I couldn't possibally pull such a thing off; let alone sustain it for fourteen (14) years. You can't have it both ways people.

Suddenly it becomes so naturally-obvious, I am being watched by the National Security Agentcy (NSA) down in The United States of America, though I have no problem with that. Surely some people think I have willingly thrown myself back up onto the cross. Prophesy says however that He will make all things anew. What may look like throwing myself in the path of possible danger, has not only made me what I am, allowed my glory it be witnessed on one of the most powerfull social-media machines history has ever known, Twitter, be listed on the Popes, Presidents, and Vice-Presidents pages, plus the countless celibraties_where also I have mentions, but, these facts now are a protection to me. All the world knows that I'm here baby. Anyone I personally physically encounter admits it. The hightst powers in your existance post it. And that is my proof. That is my protection. So you don't have to call me Jesus, though this too is my official Muslim-name. It would be nice however, since I certianly would do so for you; were you living under the same likewise curcumstances.
Come-On, just do it, please? They do. Some new ideas and help wouldn't hurt eather...
thanks!
And amen

The Christ'MASS-List

We know there are people out there who for the life, and, I can't understand why_actually have grown a great amosity towards me, and everything I stand for. You can see why this of course would be so confusing to me, since in the brightest light of reality, I stand for just exactly what everybody else clains they do: human dignity, the believe that the rich shouldn't be allowed to walk over the poor to get ahead, and holding to the fire the feet of all those whom betray us. After all, didn't I build a whooping ten point five (10.5) Billion-dollar legal-challange against my enemies. Have I not prepaired the way that my people can see their way into the courts, perhaps and indeed upon the stage of the World Court itself_in The Netherlands? Have I not made ready even the forces of my God_that run deep within my heart, and, the blood of my people; who shall declair this great unjustice that has been committed against us all_can be rectified? Have I not enough proven that I know the idenities of those guilty for our fall_even made smooth the road which leads to the very anti-christ Himself, once George Walker Bush, who first betraied me, and, now_by whatever name you wish to call it(special intrest-groups w/e) You know: Those little members that walk the halls of government, squeesing the life-blood out of the people. Have I not even reviled the one whom "rests atop the seven hills and leads the world astray" Oprah Winfrey, who has indeed so well had "the ear of "the kings and queens of this earth-establishmen, and led them astray"? Is it not, Chi, and her reputation of absolute purity for so long much of the world has guided itself by; not realizing the absolute treatchery Chi has been involved in.
"What I Know For Sure:"
BITCH IS GOING DOWN.

Blame Jesus

From now on nothing is more important than my own glory and wonder. Naturally I have no idea as to where this is going, but, as an example to how I always mean what I say, you_as always, will finish reading this all but pointless post, agree with my every word, and, if I'm really lucky, question your own faith; not mine, of my forever unending faith_combined with the boredom of you not comming to you're senses.. I could of course stop now and say: Ha ha! Point made! But...I don't think so, eh

I suppose the thing that keeps me up most at night is: the way history always seems to report humanities turbulations on the Gods, Religion, or ahem...in-this-case Jesus!
I mean is it fair I have to feel the guilt of this war people have over the years been allowed to minimize; that being due to governments and the combined press_every nation has_to distance themselves from the pramatures of actual current world-events whenever pratical. You know...It's not us, it's them/we didn't start it, they did, or, as DUBYA says..."blame Jesus!" But if folks think one's earthly-right is to_without breaking the law, fight to claim possesion of what is their's, only to watch those whom would deny you turn the thing into World War Three, well I guess I'm guilty. Gilty of fucking innocence.

So Yeah! Am I an angry little god. Danm stright I am! One has to wonder though actually how tiny and insignificent I might be, when_after all, it wasn't you who_in reality, got yourself mentioned on both The-Pope's and The Presidents Twitter pages, was it? Of course it is my greatest misfortune that allong with me came others_on what were formally virgin-pages_with no follow-mentions. As we all know though_of course, everybody eventually follows, Jesus, even if they don't wish to, or in most cases dare publically admit it, don't thay. Why the very nature of the question is popostrious! Of course they do.

And again...No, no! There were no questrions asked here. Quite simply put: When one realizes their magnificance, they might as well admit it. After all, what hope would there be of convincing other people you were "all that" if you couldn't admit it yourself/Right...
OR WAS SOMEONE GOING TO SAY ACTUALLY, Jesus, IS WRONG?
I did'nt think so. So smarten-up, and, get this thing before the courts, because, nobody else is going to save your ass but me.
AND YOU KNOW IT TOO.

Dim-Wit's

We really thought we had reatched our zeenith with those pittiful fifty-million followers of, Justin Beiber; in having my face plastered on his twittewr-page_for all the world to see. And when we toped two, or, three (2-3) of his silly-tags, well...we had just reached our epifimy_hadn't we. `er, No. Not quite. For were I to say: The next morning I awoke to notice that, The-Pope, and, President Obama, both have twitter/AC`c of mine mentioned on their pages also. Perhaps I'm so casual about topping our little Justin Beiver, because I simply top everybody eventually, or actually usually on the first try, and then any danm well time I feel like it afterwords. Which is all the worse really...as far as my mostly faithless fucks are conceerned, because, there is no way in (can I say it) hell, they don't know I'm here, and are so worried about their little world comming to an end; that they don't realize that's just what Establishment wants them to believe_since really it's only their's that is in jeperody, the establishments that is.

Why do these dim-wits think I spend all my time tweeting government-officials, television-personalities, and, The-Church in the first place? Fuck people are stupid! As I said to, young Jhon Critien, nearly fifteen years ago:"One of my roles_other than obviously, David against Goliath, and this one, is playing, Jhon The Apostle, sending my letters to World-leaders and peddeling the news between the church's of the day" again...not expecting, Little-John, to suddenly ten (10) days later of reciving my letter_announce his departure-date from public-office; though not before, and I'de like to think in my honor_passing law in the mean time_that would keep Canada at least out of this nasty little fuck-up, Oprah, and her gang of whore-masters_have all eeventually got us pretty much involved in anyway. Time really does break-down our barriers apparently; though I will admit: for a conseritive, Stephan Harper, has been rather quite-well behaived. I'm sure it's a sin, but none-the-less dare I say: I'm even proud of him. But Oh shit! These Amercians, and even the Canadians_who have allowed, Oprah, to piratize the television-industry...do I hate these people, well...not hate, but, you know what I mean.

Whatever the case may be: there's only one way out of two_this is going to turn-out. Eather some smart-alac is going to do something stupid to shut me up, or, eventually ordanary folks who have gotten tired of being shoved around asre going to realixe that I have done my work. They're going to pay a little respect, and, stop expecting me to raise the funds needed to take this thing to court, by launching a special foundation_just for such pourpous; realizing that one, after building this thing...I'm hardly about to cheat anybody. Great collections of hard-working indivigual people who eather have any longer no hope, or those others with sufficient enough_will donate their little monies to the pot, and suffer long-hours with legal-matters; until the courts can not any longer deny them, and we see what's what. As I said to, Oprah, I am prepaired to do any legal-thing to beat her, and that's still on,

Tough Tits

I was going to start off by saying how truely disapointed I am with my people, but, we alreasdy know that eh. I don't know why I waste my time really. It doesn't matter how meny times I retweet someone or favor a tweet, let alone how meny public-officials I constantly top-tweet, week after week. Establishment has made the prophesy of a returned christ so scary_nobody dares deal with it. People have forgotten that the scriptures say:"Christ is to return to punnish the destroyers of the world" or who those people are, and, come to the conclusion that this prophetic person, this Christ-like being, has rerturned to beat down all of humanity instead, and, send them all stright to hell. It's all about what you believe_in you're heart, I guess? And it would seem to me: There are a lot of hartless people out there. As for me, I would simply be satisfide if all the Oprah's in the world were just rounded-up and stranded on some island somewhere. We could have it all fenced-off, food and supplies shiped-in every six months or so. Then all these crooks, counterfitters, and scoundrels could be kept in one place_where the rest of us could keep an eye on them, and, realize what would happen to us if we fucked-up so seriously. Well we can all deram can't we?

Again. As far as I'm concerned, people can believe what they want to believe. If it is so difficult to imagine that I could have sent a letter to, Oprah Winfrey, which six short weeks later caused her to launch her now famous, O Magazine-empire, they don't have to; any more than they need believe, Oprah, caused , Rosie O'DOnell to wait a year to launch her own rag "Rosoe" named after herself of course, and excluding any hint durring the short publication-span of the magazine that the idea came from yours-truely. If it is impossible to believe I mailed church-officials around the world demanding titles and reciving each and every one of them, they don't have to believe that earther. And if people don't think that it was this information DUBYA used to get the television-industry to lay-off with asking "the hard questions" and allow him to roll his tanls, arterlery and troops into Iraq, well they don't even have to believe that. It's all just tough tits as far as I'm concerned, because, I know what is true, the Establishment knows what's true. And if you want to believe, now you know what's true too. My question is: What are you going to do about it?

Could it be that here lies the contempt I so often feel for the greatest part of humanity. It has nothing to do with my wanting to make myself rich from an old idea I once had eather, and, the inability I have proven thus far to be sussessful in that enterprise. No! My concern is not, nor ever has been myself. If that were the case, I probably wouldn't have ever put myself in a position where meny may wish now to nail me back upon that cross, I apparently have so skillfully climbed down from. To put a short end to it: Had my concern been for that of myself, and my safty, I would have just shut my mouth like a good little christian-boi, let the world walk all over me, and pretend that by doing so I would magically be enveloped in feelings of forgivness towards those whom have betraied me: which of course would make my life so much happier.

Well we all know how that would have worked-out, don't we. It would have plaied right into what my enemies want. Silence from the gods. Those responsible for this great travisity we call the "twenty-first centery" and the killings of my innocent people, would never be learned of_even if by some still not believed. Neather in an indirrect way, would I have learned over-night that I now have more followers on Twitter; than anybody else in this whole wide world; for did I not just today pick-up, Jay Leno, Jimmy Fallon, and Justin Beiber, with account-mentions on their pages.
Indeed, God works in misterious ways, but, when it comes to faith, my people need to excape the fog and the haze.

So Yeah! Am I disapointed with my public...the answer can only be tough tits, because, danm stright I am. And when you look into you're hearts, you're mind will tell you exactly why-so. We all know that Jesus loves you. But nows the time to ask yourself: were you to fight for His cause, proclaim Him unto the world at every chance, wouldn't His respect be even a whole lot better?

Jesus Has Left

It doesn't take me long to decide what to say about the human condition_once I have opened the page, because, quite simply_people suck. There's not a damned one of them worth their weight in salt, and they really should have a bath more often; since quite honestly they stink to the high heavens. But from a purely human-perspective, not a single one of them are worthy of my love: that I am finally about to be very witholding; as are they with me at every turn. Fair it is to say:
"Screw You humanity...
JESUS has left the room!"

In my mind I refuse to continue believing in two seprate forces_fighting against each other, right v/s wrong. There is only one force on the earth today. Evil! There is no such thing as 'a lesser evil' eather, because humanity is just plain-old purely evil, and, God had the right idea when He showed the backbone finally to wipe the earth clean of them in The Great Flood; that I so desperately call unto Mine-maker to hasten quickly and again prove His great wisdom and mastery. Fuck You humanity... Jesus has left the room.

Never again will I allow myself to have faith in anyone, and forever will remain on my petistole; refuising to even cast my eyes in their direction. For them, when I look ahead, I don't see a brighter future, but, will revel in the chaos my angles throw down upon this earth a distruction more foul than ever could have even been thought-up by anyone, but that He be greater than Satan, or that which so obviously holds the heart of my people. And I will laugh the laugh of the gods; joyfully witnessissing their gashing of teath_one against the other, sister against brother, father against son. In every moment too, everyone alive will know it is their own hoplessness, their own lack of faith in themselves, that it is their own fear of the unknown_while serving the eniquities of our day_which has brought such a displeasure, nay hatedrid towards humanity, that now the cosmos themselves demand destruction of the human race. But don't worry for me...Jesus has left he room.

I have given unto my people the greatest case in history, and reason to fight for their dignity. Like sheep they earther follow their false-sheaperd_whatever their own indivigual hearts lust may be 'sin' and denounce their god or anything which is worthy of them. Even their, Christ, they would rather look upon as the temptator in the desert, or believe that He never really exestied even once; where`as themselves they would believe to be angles. But worse, those whom have a personal relationship with Him, yes with me, those who know I live today, I am the person a President spilt innocent blood upon, that they in 'high-towers' government, church, and most publically predomminatly the television-industry, that these people should still choose not only to go against what they know is their gods true will, and then to personally attack even me through blasphemy_on open-mike, durring little television shows_for the whole world to see and understand your ungreatfulness...
Yes I Say:
Bring on the flood!
Jesus has left the room.

The Portial

It would be the easiest thing for me to believe there was nobody out there who could hear me speaking to them, were I to judge such realities by the same standards as my people. Followers. I'de like to think I'm not that stupid. Follower mean about as much to me, as the Billions of dollars 'this thing' could generate through the courts. Obviously nothing. Otherwise, with that kind of money just waiting to be pucked-up, were money my intrest, or followers, I think it's safe to say: I would try harder, and, probably even be a little more polite doing it too. Fuck That!

If people can't understand that for the most part, I'm not actually talking to them, the man on the street sort of thing, and that it's actually the leaders of this globe whom are ment to hear my words, perhaps this will help.
First of all, there are a lot of folks who read my tweets. I can tell this simply from the fact that when I hashtag someone's name_like a television-reporter or their corpraite-lables such as say: CNN, Newstart or something, the traffic usually suddenly goes quite quiet. That's exactly what I'm after though, isn't it? What better proof is there that I exist? Is this not a perfact example of how I said to, Oprah, Rosie and everybody else I wrote to all those meny years ago that "I would tear them down brick by brick, instution by instution until everything that was mine had been surrendered?"

No no! The world knows I'm here; even if neather one of us can agree exactly as to who I am. It is unfortunate that I seem to scare them, the public that is. But, if they can understand how afraid they are that some ancient-prophesy probably is shortly about to be revealed from the pages of antiquity, and, are they able to put that fear behind them, think how afraid Establishment would be, and probably already are_that the day will come when you, my people, see it is not you but them, and, already your slave-masters are trembeling in their boots; all due to your possible enlightenment.


So as I have said: My place in history is already secure. Even after Twitter makes its final crash, the Internet, U-Tubes and electrical-grids themselves crumble in the decay of a forgotten humanity, in your journals and secret places, you will claim that in this day you found your, christ. But let's hope tomorrow we don't have to wait period.

What people need to do is put away their pettiness, doubt, fear or whatever else it is holding them back. They need to stop looking at this as "who am I" to try to claim this title, weather willing to believe I actually did or not(which I can assure you I did) and look at this from the perspetive of those whom I am ment to confront. Twitter there`fore offers the perfact example. It goes something like this...
A few days ago, Kelly Ripa, said on her show that:" People shouldn't use too meny tags in a single tweet, because, folks don't like it. Perhaps what she should have said was: People might not understand it, but they do and hope to fuck you forever remain in the dark. But then I learned a long time ago, usually when celebrities say such things, it's because they're trying to protect eather themselves from something they have done, or, their business is responsible for. And if the hang-man was outsisde your door_noose in hand, probably you too would be trying to change the dirrection of the game, or at least how it's played. Unfortunartly the gods don't follow rules that arn't already written into law; if then. Instead they make-up their own. And look how powerful they are doing so too. You can't immagian how meny times I have been the portal between my God, and those whom rule us. You will never know how meny times_especially in the early days_when I used to write long hand-written letters, the corse of history had been altered, mearly because of the threat I possess against the empire. And yes...you may never know how and that indeed I did regreatably lead this world up to the 'gates of Armageddion themselves" or that it is only through your love for me, or at least my God, that ever in time we should both bar and lock those gates, and not be carried through them.

I carry your gratest fears and your greatest hopes. I shed only tears, yet righteousness is my cloke.
Quite frankly: I hope the internet, Twitter, this civilazition never need die, can't be held responsible for what might fall from the sky, and do all I know but not all I dare to try. The rest is up to you as to if this live, or we die.

The Most Infinate Degree

We are aware of how much of a troubeling force, or at least an anoyance some people may think our internet presents is, and are truely sorry my attitude towards_mostly celibrities_seems to be stressed; to say the least. I just havn't been able to reach the point where I give a shit. No. That's not true. I only wanted to shock you. Relax!
Folks might wonder though why I do it. Why do I spend so much time dissing Hollywood, and its gang of simpeltons. I mean when you think about it, without Hollywood, and its royal bitch of a queen, I wouldn't even exist. Naturally you see what's wrong with that, of course. First-of-all considering the massive ammount of baggage that comes with it, I hardly think in the long reign of the universe, any sain person ever wanted to be He who I impersonate, or you believe I do at-any-rate. If there was ever a point in my life where I actually ment it when I said: Fuck You" undoubtably that was it.

Ok. So Hollywood knows the secret. Obviously they can't tell you, because, were they to do so 'the wolf' actually would come to their door and blow the house down, the woods would be scattered with the bones of 'little red ridding hood' and the Prince would get his kiss on the cheek; to awaken unto a new world. Unfortunatly, due to the upheavels of the first two incidents, and the globel rage concerning the great trickery that our establishments have plaied upon us, that world Prince Charming might be waking up to, could look drasticly different than that one from which He left durring that deep sleep. To say the very least, and is all I personally care about, the hands of Christ would be washed clean. If Hollywood were to reveal to you the truth that: DUBYA used the Office of the Presidenticy of the United States of America, to purswade, cohorse and even blackmail the Television-industry into not continuing with "the hard quesations" that would have kept him out of, Iraq, the outrage that would follow and the distaste for America around the world, not even God Himself could contain. And I doubt very much would I eather; much as I might want to.

So Yes Kelly Ripa, I'm watching. In your case_in the quest to have Oprah on your show, I'm sure, and the fact that you now work with, Michael Strahan, my photo has been removed from your Twitter page. Have you not committed then greatest sin of all for do not the scriptures say:"To find your god and then deny Him is unforgivable" not that I eather think of myself as a God, or am incapabul of forgivness towards anything; be it not murder. However, to be as deeply involved in the cover-up as you are_working in the television-industry, and aware of my presents...you will respect that to the most inifinate degree possabully observable by the naked eye. In protection of those things I hold holy, like a thief in the night I will come into your life; that out of it I have removed your diginity, made you feel ashamed in front of your peers and public alike, even if-needs-be leave you wishing to abandon contracts within your industry, to go live as an ordanary house wife; should I not recive the unquestionabul respect i demand.

`We know, however, such drasitc measures will never need be taken in your case, Mrs.Consuelos, as Daddy did notice. You did pay your hommage. Today when, Michael Strahan, pulled-out your chair, you didn't find the necessity to "thank God" as you so inadiquatily put it yesterday. In a symbolic manner, after that dreadfdul dicuussion on Twitter yesterday_where unfortrunatly you ended-up being toped yet once more, it was noticed how you streatched-out both your hands to the side; as if to say:I'm not going to say a word out of place" and sat-down like a good little girl. As I said however, He, will be watching carefully, because, like Moses in the desert when he struck the rock instead of used the more gentle approatch, those ample arms of yours could have been a touch more uplifting in praise; than the more violent display of realizing just perhaps you have met your master, and in your heart, have surcome. Reguardless of how anybody feels however, they shouldn't believe, He, would wish anybody to come to, Him, because they felt forced; that only time will tell if, He, has been surrendered to willingly or not...though for now, He, would like to believe so. As for, Michael Strahan, however, even I don't think there's much chance of convincing him it might be best to stay the fuck out of Oprah's wordrobe and the hell out of her dresses, but, anything's possabul?
Amen

Mothers

This is it then/Right? This is the year I finally stoop to the level of that vast collection of fellow humans-beings, and, suck! I must draw myself up to the tit-of-humanity, prove to Mother Mary and our God alike I have not forgotton how to preform old duties_sustain myself as I lay naked and exposed; even in this worlds most fifthiest-pit of all_the troth of degreation, or, dungons of Hollywoodisum, and, ask, plead, beg, and eventually, I'm sure, demmand and insist that I be mentioned on their Twqitter pages...
Or I could just top-tweet them until their head explode, but, I guess then they really would be useless to my cause_wouldn't they? And No. I think it's fair to say most of that was just a joke, and becides, nothing compaired to the things I have heard people say about our, lord and master, or HIS Son, come anything near to what you have just heard. But that's old milk. I'm not going to allow such trivialities as to what a bunch of souless fucks think, or say about me eather, or, who they think I think I am, who they think I am w/e for surely too my head would explode itself also.

Then of course we have to wonder what's it all about anyway. There's always that question as to who exactly's crazy around here, obviously. And I understand in this over-techknolagized world, with the National Survailance Agency (NSA) all over the place, things could be going-on in peoples computers; that they simply don't understand, and most havn't even imanigned quite how so seriopusly such instutions have been in place. But, there is no way in hell that girl at the corner-store checked properly, when I told her last Friday of the celibraties that mention me on their Twitter-pages. I mean: You could say that person two-thousand (2000) years ago didn't quite have His head attached to a perfact reality; if He thought jumping on a cross for a bunch of sinners was going to make much diffeeriance, and, I'm not so certian climbing down will do so much eather. But symbolically speaking, from that place I often find myself in, a self-made pergatory if-you-like, I absoulutly cannot stand liers! I just don't understand them really, not at least under the circumstances I usually find myself running into them anyway. Which takes us back to the little girl at the corner store.

Now I realize heads are probably going to turn when you eather mention something so ordanarilly out of place at the corner store, such as Twitter, Tim Tibow, or, Oprah's name comes up; even when you are trying to be discreet and contain the voluam of your speach...actually when I think, it was her who appeared to have the larger of mouths, but, only lies were comming out of it. From her attitude, I could tell, I think, that she was lying, firstly because of how rude, or at least stand-offish she was being; for the first time in two years. What I didn't like though was the way she seemed to be attempting to direct the conversation; so that I would actually say the name, but, seeing through that, I only redirected her to the pages saying:"This is what they say, this is who they say that I am." But as I say: I'm used to this sort of stuff arn't I.

If eather of my mothers were here though, both named after gods themselvs, Mary & Kidijha, they would both be so upset, one with her Hollywood, the other with the music-industry. It is from them that I gained my apreciation of music and television actually. In meny ways it was television where I learned how to see the world in a way that wasn't being taught in school books. Mary however would be more into her Burt Renoleds, Laurance of Arbia's, Frank Sanatra's and Paul Newman's; where`as my guilty pleasure would more be something like, "the nature of things" the news, or something edgacitional like that. I also remember enjoying a good, Mary Tyler Moore, Carrol Burnett and fluff such as this too, but, often found difficulity enjoying them; if the old man was in the room. Being somewhat of an emotional soul, the sentemental parts would always have me with a tear in the corner of my eye. I always felt that if, Fred, the old man saw this, he would critize me for being week. At the time such behavior by ones adults was understandable; given the mentality of the ages. And I felt the old geezer had a right to his opinions anyway, after the pure hell he had to have gone through durring a war; that wasn't even a full generation in its ommencment by then, and the troops returning home. Howerve it wasn't aprichated, made me feel restricted in my interactions with other people, and, obviously_the one thing a teenager doesn't want, specially when they and their brother are the only two black boys within a twenty-square mile radius is out-of-place, aquard, and ashamed. But again: we both know that's not what he was going for. So it's okay. If Fred had known however that the rest of my time was being spent in my room dancing to the radio, there's a very good chance he probably would have been thinking to have me sent away to Military-school or something.

Living with Kadijha however was a compleatly different experiance altogether. The most intresting thing she ever said to me, I think, was one day as we walked down the street at the corner of Ontario and President Kennedy in Montreal, "Why don't I look at people when I walk down the street". I'm not certian that I actually even answered her, but instead only remember allowing myself to feel belittled. Had I answered her though, probably it would only to have been to assure her how actually compleatly wrong she was. It wasn't that I didn't see what was comming towards me. Were the woman to have looked more closely, she would have notied that though my head seemed to be pointed towards the sky, it was only so I could see what was much further ahead, and, what was directly in front of me by that time, had already been deemed as eather little intrest, or more importantly: no immeatiate danger to me or anything that concerned me. It gave the unfortunate appearience of me being a snob however; which made the few good friends I had at that time, all the more important to me. Music comes into the equaision because, when Kadijah didn't litteerly have me locked-up in the appartment with her two kids, looking after them_playing the record albums she would pick-out for me to listen to, I was encourraged to go to concerts with my buddies, date and go to school dances. Providing nobody was checking papers, I was even permitted to visit local watering-holed, and especially disco-tecks. In other words: more than had been the casen when I lived with, Mary, Kadijah encourraged me to socialize with people; where`as I believed, Mary, thought other people were at the very least concerning, and, perhaps a bit too influential towards the forming of a young boys mind.

Now, all these meny years later, what I find concerning simply is these two, if you'll excuse the turm because I mean it no disrespect what-so-ever, mothers, probably would be hugely disapointed with their movie/television personalities and music artists. For them to know that their son, who never had anything really in life he could call his own, had reinvented the most powerful woman on the face of the planet, and this, Oprah, had used that artvantage so selfishley_that a world would eventually be drawn towards war because of it, Kidijah, who's greatest hero was Oprah, would be sitting-up in her coffin right now demanding justice. And if Mary knew I had over the holidays top-tweeted meny of these same Hollywood-personalities, and not a one of them_meny who are at this moment still top-tweeted, couldn't be bothered to even acknoladge me, well...I already know what she thinks, because, before Mother Mary did lweave for greener pastures, and, inbetween her moments of incoheriance alsimers brings often with advanced age, she did tell me exactly what she felt about Hollywood, politicians, and the world in general. As you can have guessed, we were both extreemly disapointed.