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