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?