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
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