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?
Saturday, 25 January 2014
Friday, 10 January 2014
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.
"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.
Thursday, 9 January 2014
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.
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.
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
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
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
Sunday, 5 January 2014
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.
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.
Thursday, 2 January 2014
Politically Correct
Someone once told me I have a way of turning a negitive situation into a positive one, and, because we all know the next words out of my mouth are going to direct the course of this conversation: let me simply say "Duh!"
When a body gets riped-off by what was then, and in meny respects still is 'the most powerful woman on the face of the earth' then used by the most powerful man in the world, the Presidenticy of the United States of America_under the pratical dictatorship of a one fucking George Walker Bush (DUBYA)_to launch global-war, probably you can't ever feel you've ever or ever will sink that lowly in spirit again, eh? Bunch of fucking, lying pigs...why if I ever...haha my ass! But that's old news, isn't it, and not quite what I ment by turning adversity into diversity. If anybody has been reading my tweets lately however, they know what I'm talking about. Beyonce Knowels. Chi's a bitch, and quite possibaly as much as a cunt as , Queen Latifah is on her show right now; bosting her aculamations towards her fucking whore of a First Lady, Queen of Talk, or just plane-old-Nigger-Oprah: since I'd hardly want to insult The Obama's for anything in this cold-hearted, greedy fucked-up world, and, consider you lot fortunate to have Mrs.Obama as our First-Lady and The Obama's themselves as the First Family period
You see. There really are two (2) kinds of niggers. For me, I, proud to call myself, and people I would consider likened to myself, The`Obama's one kind. That would be people whom are accepting of what they are, and do the best they can towards the cause they believe themselves to be drawn. The President may wish to call what he is trying to achive: "leading his nation" where`as in mine, I might simply say "enlightenment" they're both the same things.
Be it politically correct or not then, there's the other kind of 'niggers' or the, Oprah's, the Beyonce's, and, quite frankly they don't even need to be black_just useless_like little-George. Niggers! Pure & Simple! They have used their position to help others, sure. That does not however outweigh the distruction in human lives they have also not only willingly caused, but, had they played their game better, would never have felt the necessasity to cheat quite in the manner they chose to. And theere's the point, isn't it. Don't blame me for what others have done to you; all in a personal attempt to gain profit, prestiges, power, or whatever you want to call it_through me. They had a choice to do the right thing, right from the start. If Oprah hadn't originally committed her act of plijursum and thieft against me, hundreds wouldn't have needed eather protect her_for the sake of the television-industries reputation. Neather would they have been allowed to profit from the television-industry for keeping their 'great secret' incidently. They were given a choice between good and evil; just as asuradlly as was, Jesus, all those years ago in some desert back-lot in Isreal. Oprah winfriy, can throw away as meny millions as Chi wants to at little girls in Africa, but, of prophesies 'Seven Hills, it's on the hill of America where that Whore-Bitch reigns, and in protection of her much, too much blood, and too much innocent-blood has been sacrificed.
If for nothing more than that: "YES" I am prepaired, should I be able to hold the tears from behind mine eyes while I write this, to yes dare I even say it:
"turn myself into a god" certian that when mine looks down upon me, hopefully HE sees no blood on my hands, no evil in my heart, ashamed of nothing, and of HIM, I be a part. And My GOD...HE'S one powerful Nigger too bitches/lol
THE EYE IS BLIND WHEN IT CANNOT SEE
ALL IN THE MIND:"IS POSSIBILITY."
So Yeah! I could have run around feeling sorry for myself when first realizing, Oprah, had stolen the idea for a magazine from me; instead of helping me create one of my own, as I has asked of her, and felt nothing when exactly one year later, Rosie, was comming out with one of her own too: obviously indicating both ladies had made arrangements with one another not to launch at the same time_while distancing themselves from the fact that I wrote them both at the same time one week apart.
Really? I could have done nothing? Is that what you would have done? It that what you would do? And do you think I believe that you would?
Amd as for, Beyonce...well I'm only human. Nobody expects me to forget that, I hope?
So let us say once more, Twitter, Saint Internet, shant be trifield with. After that disgusting episode of her parading her ample gifts to dictators around the world, and, the recent shall-we-say poor handeling of. the Lord, at His 'Last Supper' Che too may expect to witness the embarrassment and humilation others not quiet as fortunate as her might feel. Further`more, as I once said to her fellow bitch-in-arms, Oprah:"With the technology at hand and my ability to ulilize it, in the full-face of their peers & the world, I will expose them; that my people_whomever thy may be, and, Jesus Christ, whomever He may be...`we alone, and with the power invested in us through God alone, rule here, and, so shall forever be! I might think, them hoes, tight, dried-up, fishy little cunts should eventually be locked-up in the dungons of hell for at least a thousand years. I'm also wise enough to leave that calling up to my`People, and, to my God. But, I wouldn't judge anybody. And I can't be responsible for their choices eather.
Amen
When a body gets riped-off by what was then, and in meny respects still is 'the most powerful woman on the face of the earth' then used by the most powerful man in the world, the Presidenticy of the United States of America_under the pratical dictatorship of a one fucking George Walker Bush (DUBYA)_to launch global-war, probably you can't ever feel you've ever or ever will sink that lowly in spirit again, eh? Bunch of fucking, lying pigs...why if I ever...haha my ass! But that's old news, isn't it, and not quite what I ment by turning adversity into diversity. If anybody has been reading my tweets lately however, they know what I'm talking about. Beyonce Knowels. Chi's a bitch, and quite possibaly as much as a cunt as , Queen Latifah is on her show right now; bosting her aculamations towards her fucking whore of a First Lady, Queen of Talk, or just plane-old-Nigger-Oprah: since I'd hardly want to insult The Obama's for anything in this cold-hearted, greedy fucked-up world, and, consider you lot fortunate to have Mrs.Obama as our First-Lady and The Obama's themselves as the First Family period
You see. There really are two (2) kinds of niggers. For me, I, proud to call myself, and people I would consider likened to myself, The`Obama's one kind. That would be people whom are accepting of what they are, and do the best they can towards the cause they believe themselves to be drawn. The President may wish to call what he is trying to achive: "leading his nation" where`as in mine, I might simply say "enlightenment" they're both the same things.
Be it politically correct or not then, there's the other kind of 'niggers' or the, Oprah's, the Beyonce's, and, quite frankly they don't even need to be black_just useless_like little-George. Niggers! Pure & Simple! They have used their position to help others, sure. That does not however outweigh the distruction in human lives they have also not only willingly caused, but, had they played their game better, would never have felt the necessasity to cheat quite in the manner they chose to. And theere's the point, isn't it. Don't blame me for what others have done to you; all in a personal attempt to gain profit, prestiges, power, or whatever you want to call it_through me. They had a choice to do the right thing, right from the start. If Oprah hadn't originally committed her act of plijursum and thieft against me, hundreds wouldn't have needed eather protect her_for the sake of the television-industries reputation. Neather would they have been allowed to profit from the television-industry for keeping their 'great secret' incidently. They were given a choice between good and evil; just as asuradlly as was, Jesus, all those years ago in some desert back-lot in Isreal. Oprah winfriy, can throw away as meny millions as Chi wants to at little girls in Africa, but, of prophesies 'Seven Hills, it's on the hill of America where that Whore-Bitch reigns, and in protection of her much, too much blood, and too much innocent-blood has been sacrificed.
If for nothing more than that: "YES" I am prepaired, should I be able to hold the tears from behind mine eyes while I write this, to yes dare I even say it:
"turn myself into a god" certian that when mine looks down upon me, hopefully HE sees no blood on my hands, no evil in my heart, ashamed of nothing, and of HIM, I be a part. And My GOD...HE'S one powerful Nigger too bitches/lol
THE EYE IS BLIND WHEN IT CANNOT SEE
ALL IN THE MIND:"IS POSSIBILITY."
So Yeah! I could have run around feeling sorry for myself when first realizing, Oprah, had stolen the idea for a magazine from me; instead of helping me create one of my own, as I has asked of her, and felt nothing when exactly one year later, Rosie, was comming out with one of her own too: obviously indicating both ladies had made arrangements with one another not to launch at the same time_while distancing themselves from the fact that I wrote them both at the same time one week apart.
Really? I could have done nothing? Is that what you would have done? It that what you would do? And do you think I believe that you would?
Amd as for, Beyonce...well I'm only human. Nobody expects me to forget that, I hope?
So let us say once more, Twitter, Saint Internet, shant be trifield with. After that disgusting episode of her parading her ample gifts to dictators around the world, and, the recent shall-we-say poor handeling of. the Lord, at His 'Last Supper' Che too may expect to witness the embarrassment and humilation others not quiet as fortunate as her might feel. Further`more, as I once said to her fellow bitch-in-arms, Oprah:"With the technology at hand and my ability to ulilize it, in the full-face of their peers & the world, I will expose them; that my people_whomever thy may be, and, Jesus Christ, whomever He may be...`we alone, and with the power invested in us through God alone, rule here, and, so shall forever be! I might think, them hoes, tight, dried-up, fishy little cunts should eventually be locked-up in the dungons of hell for at least a thousand years. I'm also wise enough to leave that calling up to my`People, and, to my God. But, I wouldn't judge anybody. And I can't be responsible for their choices eather.
Amen
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
The Hard Head
One could say: I might as well blog, and, distance myslef from this present rage those ass-holes at, Twitter, have got me in; on the first fucking day of the new-year; where`by some silly shit apparently has informed the useless tits down there I was hasseling them, or, something? Down at their little dumpy-office, I'm sure, they enjoyed my apoligies; which of course did 'top' naturally, so, thank-you now, and just Fuck-Off, Twitter! In this case neather technology nor Twitter was created for anything other than the gods. As "Saint Internet" I will utilize it in any way I bloddy-well see fit, and, you can be thankful I have not decided to use it to its fullest potential/Yet
Like I said BUG OFF Damnit!
As for the filthy-wreatch who decided to complain on their, Lord and Master, YOU we can both expect:" God Will Get YOU. I have no intention of ever speaking to the public again, and, well understand why your God chose not to speak to you, but that it be through others, and, dare to refuse even that grate entity; I should ever make one wisper in your dirrection; while in every second we will know both that I am there, and, what's to be done about it, we must ask: Who is here to say...
The Public, sorry as I am to say it, can for all intentional pourpouses "rot-in-hell" before I would ever take one more chance on 'it'. For some reason_of all my Twitter/AC's, meny of which still work, I have decided to keep this @Thomas24740607 open, active, and, who knows...maybe one day I'll actually even remember its address without looking it up. haha YES! Truley Jsus is in all 'space & time' as my Bio: says, and some of my p[eople are just going to lump-it; see.
Like I said to a fromer Prime Minister of Canada, some thirteen years ago:"Not only have I witnessed things never before seen under the heavens of this earth, and know them to be true, I also know the secret-combinations my ancient ancestors used to deturman the date for the end of time."
Well just because I was given the date, but, the event may have been prevented_with any luck, still doesn't mean that Prime Minister's world didn't come to an abrubt end. The mighty and powerfull, Right Honorabul Jean Chretian, was anouncing to the nation and the world, his departure-date from public-office; all a mear ten (10) days after I wrote to him. I ownly said: He should give me the Priministership. It was a joke. Gosh! I didn't evpect him to resine/haha w/e
People like that though, you know...the ones we're talking about, the no faith, no love, over proud haters, I guess that's as good a discription as anything, anyway, they will probably never truely understand my powers, who they are directed towards, and, probably not even why, or that I use them for purely the enlightenment of humanity.
I wanna get this fucking blog over quick, you little fucks, so already you can see it happeng fast.(how could I) All couraduality and spelling mistakes can be picked-up in editting, but I'm outa here. It's a fucking holiday, ass! So here it is...
My powers, becides the ability to pursway the minds of your leaders, work
only as long as they have something to feel guilty about, and, more spisfically...don't want you to learn about. They of course are the same people who dicide when we have 'freedom of speach' when it goes too far, and what will be done when or if such freedoms are expressed in a manner not subserviant to their all lustrious needs. And they can go fuck themselves, until I have turned every one of them against the other, until they have ruined everything around them_that the rubble be piled-high over head_as if in an attempt to prevent the exposure of their iniquity and trangressions against you, or, until the day they give to cezar what is his and what is mine to Me...WELL,
.....Somehow with the hard head of your Establishments, and the fact that the prophetic-scriptures I used to force the hand of these punks into anointing me, even though done secretly, well add that to the fact that this war apparently is supposed to last twenty-seven (27) years, humm
at least we are pratically half-way there, eh?
What I know for sure: and this would spisfically intrest, Oprah, is there are a lot of powerfull people out there professing my name, they are not afraid of their corpraite-leaders, any more than they are afraid of The Biblical Whore of Revelotion." No ammount of eather love of aduiance, or, money provided them from these powerful, corpraite-leaders, has distanced me from their hearts, and, they have a lot of followers who know that I am here, that I love them, and they need not be ashamed of mear words any more than they are of me.
Only because it might mean something to you, and not because I wear it like a badge on my chest: Tim Tebow,somebody who bows down in sports-arenas and proclaimes me to the world between breaks, Ron James, a Cnadian comic who with a small yet briliant career and much to loose_testifies, Rosie O'Donell, who stole her magazine from me does likewise, Gayle King, Oprah's best friend and very person running that little
O_MMagazine empire I have so much reeason to disfavor_favors me. The charismatic Craig Ferguson, all come to mind.
...So like I said: I don't care what you believe. Mine is but duity and obglation. Both are and have been done for a very long time now. At the very least, I desurve some time off myself, on New-Years Day. Don't You Think?
Like I said BUG OFF Damnit!
As for the filthy-wreatch who decided to complain on their, Lord and Master, YOU we can both expect:" God Will Get YOU. I have no intention of ever speaking to the public again, and, well understand why your God chose not to speak to you, but that it be through others, and, dare to refuse even that grate entity; I should ever make one wisper in your dirrection; while in every second we will know both that I am there, and, what's to be done about it, we must ask: Who is here to say...
The Public, sorry as I am to say it, can for all intentional pourpouses "rot-in-hell" before I would ever take one more chance on 'it'. For some reason_of all my Twitter/AC's, meny of which still work, I have decided to keep this @Thomas24740607 open, active, and, who knows...maybe one day I'll actually even remember its address without looking it up. haha YES! Truley Jsus is in all 'space & time' as my Bio: says, and some of my p[eople are just going to lump-it; see.
Like I said to a fromer Prime Minister of Canada, some thirteen years ago:"Not only have I witnessed things never before seen under the heavens of this earth, and know them to be true, I also know the secret-combinations my ancient ancestors used to deturman the date for the end of time."
Well just because I was given the date, but, the event may have been prevented_with any luck, still doesn't mean that Prime Minister's world didn't come to an abrubt end. The mighty and powerfull, Right Honorabul Jean Chretian, was anouncing to the nation and the world, his departure-date from public-office; all a mear ten (10) days after I wrote to him. I ownly said: He should give me the Priministership. It was a joke. Gosh! I didn't evpect him to resine/haha w/e
People like that though, you know...the ones we're talking about, the no faith, no love, over proud haters, I guess that's as good a discription as anything, anyway, they will probably never truely understand my powers, who they are directed towards, and, probably not even why, or that I use them for purely the enlightenment of humanity.
I wanna get this fucking blog over quick, you little fucks, so already you can see it happeng fast.(how could I) All couraduality and spelling mistakes can be picked-up in editting, but I'm outa here. It's a fucking holiday, ass! So here it is...
My powers, becides the ability to pursway the minds of your leaders, work
only as long as they have something to feel guilty about, and, more spisfically...don't want you to learn about. They of course are the same people who dicide when we have 'freedom of speach' when it goes too far, and what will be done when or if such freedoms are expressed in a manner not subserviant to their all lustrious needs. And they can go fuck themselves, until I have turned every one of them against the other, until they have ruined everything around them_that the rubble be piled-high over head_as if in an attempt to prevent the exposure of their iniquity and trangressions against you, or, until the day they give to cezar what is his and what is mine to Me...WELL,
.....Somehow with the hard head of your Establishments, and the fact that the prophetic-scriptures I used to force the hand of these punks into anointing me, even though done secretly, well add that to the fact that this war apparently is supposed to last twenty-seven (27) years, humm
at least we are pratically half-way there, eh?
What I know for sure: and this would spisfically intrest, Oprah, is there are a lot of powerfull people out there professing my name, they are not afraid of their corpraite-leaders, any more than they are afraid of The Biblical Whore of Revelotion." No ammount of eather love of aduiance, or, money provided them from these powerful, corpraite-leaders, has distanced me from their hearts, and, they have a lot of followers who know that I am here, that I love them, and they need not be ashamed of mear words any more than they are of me.
Only because it might mean something to you, and not because I wear it like a badge on my chest: Tim Tebow,somebody who bows down in sports-arenas and proclaimes me to the world between breaks, Ron James, a Cnadian comic who with a small yet briliant career and much to loose_testifies, Rosie O'Donell, who stole her magazine from me does likewise, Gayle King, Oprah's best friend and very person running that little
O_MMagazine empire I have so much reeason to disfavor_favors me. The charismatic Craig Ferguson, all come to mind.
...So like I said: I don't care what you believe. Mine is but duity and obglation. Both are and have been done for a very long time now. At the very least, I desurve some time off myself, on New-Years Day. Don't You Think?
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