WE WON'T FINISH THIS TODAY BUT SOME THINGS NEED TO BE SAID NONE-THE-LESS
We've all been here before; where Hollywood-tries with all their millions, their wonderful reputations and meny, meny fans, start complainint that their 'Tweeters' are giving them a hard time, and oh how we must all feel sorry for them. What a bunch of sissy-asses, good-for-nothing, God-fearing, yellow-bellied losers! These dirty-mugs got us all into this war; by not speaking-up when they had a chance. All they wanted to do was protect their mighty-reputations, and to hell with the rest of us. They pretend to care about humanity, only to allow, George Walker Bush, to blackmail them over their filthy-secret(that with the fall of their queen_so goes the empire)and that I have been commandes by the gods-themselves, to be the person to do this thing; even need it be single-handedly and from behind my computer. But then...we didn't expect, Pope John Paul-II, secretly titled me as, Ssint-Internet fourteen years ago, or that, Pope Benidicten, now proclaims the Internet itself was "a gift from God" only to have it never mean anything now_did we.
None of this matters to my Hollywood's however, or, of course; although at this point there is hardly a-one-of-them whom haven't eather directly used me and my information to further their own careers, or at least have heard of me through others; that now fail to quake in their boots_should my descovery be imminent, providing they don't get caught, and more importantly...nobody tells. Well I have been sent here so that they whom have betraied me, and, in-so-doing betraied my God, can kiss-my-ass! I don't care how meny millions they donate to worthy-causes. It will never be enough to wipe-away the innocent-blood so meny of them are guilty for spilling on the hot, sweltering, desert-sands of, Iraq. No ammount of money will ever be enough, until those guilty admit:"There is but one God, though the entity goes by meny names, and always_not even the-Pope, but Jesus Christ-Himself is the Emisssry between both." For what they have done, and how poorly they have served humanity in lue of their fat pocket-books: it is said that when christ-returns, "He will make all things anew". So hear this Hollywoods, Politicians, and all those whom once thought themselves superrior, and, in no need of a god. "My People, the rightious of the earth, will Not forgive you, for you too-well know what you have done." And nobody really appreciates, Jesus, havingm to come back into the world. Not even me. But "shit happens" and as, Pontis Pilot, once did to Christ, I wash my hands of you_to leave your fate in the hands of my mob.
Indeed, all-is-well in, Jesus Land. As surely as this day, May 16th is my birthday, and, I have already been gifted twice before even rising from my sleeping-parlor, Barbara J Walters, is removing her skinny-puss from the television-screens around the world, and, the lying-bitch who once said her gratest desire would have been to interview, Jesus Christ, now that she has been given a second chance, I feel free of her. Then of course, the migjhty Miss.Oprah Winfrey, was on the show proclaiming that YES, Chi does have somewhat of a shady-past, and stealing from others was Not going to prevent her from becoming all that chi thinks chi is. Well that will give us a few rightious-tweets needing be posted at the least, and of which are already stored in my phone_ready to be sent out into the world_as usuall by-my-command.
amen
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
May God
Who can be suprised when someone like, no...let's say exactly like, Oprah Winfery, suggests, or, has people on her shows suggest:" There is no use reflecting on past events in you're life, because, that prevents you from moving-forward in your lives." I tell you: such sentiment is abslute hog`wash. And quite frankly her, Bishop Jakes, on todays show is nothing more, or, less than a common south-sayer. I find personally that were I to ignore my past, actually that's only letting those whom have betraied me get-away with it for one more day. Naturally that's exactly what these Hollywood and political-types would like of us; to let them keep socking-it-to-us; while we just roll-over, forget, and without knowing it's only going to happen again, take more of their abusses. Well that ain't happening here, buster. I don't have barrels of money, that I can just walk into a court and have any sort of grate orrection made. I don't have a platform such as a television-show, or in this csse a television-station, and even a magazine-empier; of which in her case I could simply pump-out some phony-assed message_of which the whole world is going to buy-into, simply because I have all this money which seems to be the only real thing respected in this world, and, often no matter where it may have come from or how it was earned. I don't have a fantastic edgucation, fancy degrees, and I don't even come from a well-known respected family. Everything in my life seems to go contrary to what one has been brought-up to believe, and, probably I should be quite disturbed with myself, and angry at the world; were I someone else, and probably like someone you yourself know in you're own very lives.
NuHuh! I take my strikes like a slave maybe sometimes, but, get back on my feet again like a man. I remember my assailents, and then strike back. It's Not usually plesent for my victums, and never is intended to be; that they should know they have pissed-off, Jesus, or, whoever that person was that I used to be. Those rules never did change from that day, to this eather; nor ever will. If it has come to me that you must be drop-kicked, and you're friends get in the way, feel pity for them, because, I won't do that_anymore than I'm about to forget one day of which has made me all-that! And may my God help anybody who thinks I'm about to change one iota. I have heard it said that: rebuking one for their sin doesn't always mean that you love/LIKE them, but to ignore or fail to address it with them, proves you're love is lacking." You can believe what you want: but, we will notice I'm Not the one saying the only way for, Christ, to return: is to destroy the world now, am I? I may be here to remove the innfluance af a few wicked-souls, but wish harm upon not one hair on their head. What good are dead enemies. You can't teach the dead anything. You can't humilaite the dead. You can't punnish the dead. And the dead don't know when their getting their ass kicked.
Hollywood does though. All too well Hollywood knows what it is to make me madd; as it continues to follow its royal`Bitch, the biblical`Whore, it's Queen-of-Talk towards what I intend to be it's own doom; until or if it surrenders to me what is mine. Unfortunatly for them, there is not enough money in the world to satisfy my blood-lust, to coin a phrais. Already, reguarding this subject_where`by Miss Winfrey and Rosie stole those ideas for their publications, Hollywood does walk on tip-toes. When the matter of their Queen is being disgust amonst themselves, not hardly a one of them can shake the guilt of protecting her and the 'sister in crime' any longer. They know that thousands of their own people have lost their lives, because, DUBYA was able to blackmail the television-industry into allowing him war; on the grounds that he would keep secret about what Hollywood did_in protection of their queen. They can't look look in the eyes, one with the other, only to see their owe reflection_that of a conspiritor, and yes...even a murderer of their own felloe-man. Their hearts, wicked and greedy for fame as they are, still break; as they find themselves traped in this vail of scilance. And may God have mercy on their soul, because, I won't!
Truth --known, I love sitting on my pedestal The Establishment has so readdily placed within mine hands. If I could have been riped-off by somebody, I'm glad it was the most powerful personality in television. I'm glad it turned-out to be a black-bitch who did all this too, and not a caucasiun. Nobody can that easily try to pass this all off as some simple case of racisum, cuz Chi done did this to a brother. If nothing more ever came of this, Not a lickly scereno, I'm glad that all I have to do is open my own, Nigger mouth, as surely we know meny in Hollywood-land now must refur to me as, and with a few well-placed words_make them feel the same embarrassment as I do shame in them. Once I told a Canadian Prime-Minister:" In the secret hall-ways of the television-industry and Establishment, there were two words being spoken that could one-day bring them to their knees, and, those words were my name; whatever it was back then, but after being confirmed as The Prodigy-child of the Mormon Church and all Christianity. Naturally I love that when celebs. talk to one another on their Twitter-accounts about me, about some text I may have sent, they refur to me as, Jesus, though Heaven-alone can imangian what they say together and what names they use when refuring to me in person. And I love to see their face as they look-back at us from the camera_after saying something they know I would disaprove of_in wonderment and fear at the thought that I too might at that particular time be watching them. As an example: watch Micheal Strahan, on "Live with Kelly & Micheal, the next time Kelly says "God something-or-another. She has learned her lesson already, that it's always said now in reverance, but, Micheal still almost crindges in his high-chair, his face goes all blank; and as he wonders for a moment if yet once-more the show will experiance 'the wrath of god' should it need-be I say anything and they be put-on-report. So yea! I'm a bully. A grate, big, danm bully. Some may even call me a nasty nigger; especially those of my own race. But whatever I am, whatever my God has permitted me to become, HE walks before me, and it is HIS-Will that shall be done. And again, 'God help anyone whom should be the slightest disresptful to HIM, becausew we so well know with such grate certianty, I won't.
So getting back to the point, No...I'm not about to forget my past_in`order to have a better future. I'm not going to believe forgetting what has been done to me, and just move forward; that it should make this day more enjoyable for me. I'm not going to forget the spilled-blood of perhaps unspoken millions of innocent-souls soaking the sands of, Iraq, and now other nations around the world, because This`Bitch "who sits atop the seven hills and leads the world astray' can rest on her throne any longer than what must be or what may. Those Seven-Hills are the seven continats of the earth, and Chi the wicked-one has been leading us all astray with her silly little television-shows much longer than I would have wished permit. And anybody who foolishly blasphemes that can just move aside, for surely otherwise: they will be mowed-over, and, with the simpelist sympathy from me one could ever imangian.
amen
NuHuh! I take my strikes like a slave maybe sometimes, but, get back on my feet again like a man. I remember my assailents, and then strike back. It's Not usually plesent for my victums, and never is intended to be; that they should know they have pissed-off, Jesus, or, whoever that person was that I used to be. Those rules never did change from that day, to this eather; nor ever will. If it has come to me that you must be drop-kicked, and you're friends get in the way, feel pity for them, because, I won't do that_anymore than I'm about to forget one day of which has made me all-that! And may my God help anybody who thinks I'm about to change one iota. I have heard it said that: rebuking one for their sin doesn't always mean that you love/LIKE them, but to ignore or fail to address it with them, proves you're love is lacking." You can believe what you want: but, we will notice I'm Not the one saying the only way for, Christ, to return: is to destroy the world now, am I? I may be here to remove the innfluance af a few wicked-souls, but wish harm upon not one hair on their head. What good are dead enemies. You can't teach the dead anything. You can't humilaite the dead. You can't punnish the dead. And the dead don't know when their getting their ass kicked.
Hollywood does though. All too well Hollywood knows what it is to make me madd; as it continues to follow its royal`Bitch, the biblical`Whore, it's Queen-of-Talk towards what I intend to be it's own doom; until or if it surrenders to me what is mine. Unfortunatly for them, there is not enough money in the world to satisfy my blood-lust, to coin a phrais. Already, reguarding this subject_where`by Miss Winfrey and Rosie stole those ideas for their publications, Hollywood does walk on tip-toes. When the matter of their Queen is being disgust amonst themselves, not hardly a one of them can shake the guilt of protecting her and the 'sister in crime' any longer. They know that thousands of their own people have lost their lives, because, DUBYA was able to blackmail the television-industry into allowing him war; on the grounds that he would keep secret about what Hollywood did_in protection of their queen. They can't look look in the eyes, one with the other, only to see their owe reflection_that of a conspiritor, and yes...even a murderer of their own felloe-man. Their hearts, wicked and greedy for fame as they are, still break; as they find themselves traped in this vail of scilance. And may God have mercy on their soul, because, I won't!
Truth --known, I love sitting on my pedestal The Establishment has so readdily placed within mine hands. If I could have been riped-off by somebody, I'm glad it was the most powerful personality in television. I'm glad it turned-out to be a black-bitch who did all this too, and not a caucasiun. Nobody can that easily try to pass this all off as some simple case of racisum, cuz Chi done did this to a brother. If nothing more ever came of this, Not a lickly scereno, I'm glad that all I have to do is open my own, Nigger mouth, as surely we know meny in Hollywood-land now must refur to me as, and with a few well-placed words_make them feel the same embarrassment as I do shame in them. Once I told a Canadian Prime-Minister:" In the secret hall-ways of the television-industry and Establishment, there were two words being spoken that could one-day bring them to their knees, and, those words were my name; whatever it was back then, but after being confirmed as The Prodigy-child of the Mormon Church and all Christianity. Naturally I love that when celebs. talk to one another on their Twitter-accounts about me, about some text I may have sent, they refur to me as, Jesus, though Heaven-alone can imangian what they say together and what names they use when refuring to me in person. And I love to see their face as they look-back at us from the camera_after saying something they know I would disaprove of_in wonderment and fear at the thought that I too might at that particular time be watching them. As an example: watch Micheal Strahan, on "Live with Kelly & Micheal, the next time Kelly says "God something-or-another. She has learned her lesson already, that it's always said now in reverance, but, Micheal still almost crindges in his high-chair, his face goes all blank; and as he wonders for a moment if yet once-more the show will experiance 'the wrath of god' should it need-be I say anything and they be put-on-report. So yea! I'm a bully. A grate, big, danm bully. Some may even call me a nasty nigger; especially those of my own race. But whatever I am, whatever my God has permitted me to become, HE walks before me, and it is HIS-Will that shall be done. And again, 'God help anyone whom should be the slightest disresptful to HIM, becausew we so well know with such grate certianty, I won't.
So getting back to the point, No...I'm not about to forget my past_in`order to have a better future. I'm not going to believe forgetting what has been done to me, and just move forward; that it should make this day more enjoyable for me. I'm not going to forget the spilled-blood of perhaps unspoken millions of innocent-souls soaking the sands of, Iraq, and now other nations around the world, because This`Bitch "who sits atop the seven hills and leads the world astray' can rest on her throne any longer than what must be or what may. Those Seven-Hills are the seven continats of the earth, and Chi the wicked-one has been leading us all astray with her silly little television-shows much longer than I would have wished permit. And anybody who foolishly blasphemes that can just move aside, for surely otherwise: they will be mowed-over, and, with the simpelist sympathy from me one could ever imangian.
amen
Friday, 2 May 2014
The Queen-of-Talk
I see a great comparisum between, Donald Trump and Oprah Winfrey, becides the fact that I know their two great personal friends_one with the other. It's not about their bigger than all life attitude about themselves eather. But their both lires, huge lires. And they have learned, or we have_that the more thee lie, the more they are loved. For Donnald, it's this throwing his hat in the ring every election-cycle. Everybody knows, Mr.Trumep, even Donald Trump, that there is no way in hell anybody is going to permit "that" to make an honest attempt to capture The Presidentcy of The United States of America; though they could just be misgiued enough to let another Bush in_unbelieable as that may sound. This Oprah thing however, being the bitch I know her to be,(and incidently don't worry b/c `we will be calling her worse B4 through)is as usual, I'm sure, nothing more than a bid to draw attraction to herself. I cleande her clock when she thought she wouls wrangle another award_this time for The Butler-movie, that the sillywhore didn't mannage even a nomination; doing yet once more exactly what I told her I would fourteen-years ago "ear her apart brick by brick, instution by instution, and the cuan can't like it. Never`mind, chi was never expected to. But now with this alledged attempt to become one of the buyers in the instution of the N.B.A.? That's just wrong on so meny levels.
It seems to me, the whole deal about this Butler-movie was to draw attention to the poor, downtrodden black man and woman. Fuck-Off with that old-school shit. Niggers gotta grow-up! There's not only a black President sitting in The White House, which is good of course, and, the culteral-idenity is so much popularized by a bunch of former black-hoods_who most of the time only think they can sing, and, their musuc-video's are an unacceptabul form of entertainmen...they all have clothing-lines, sell shoes on the side, or perfumes; while to get into the buisness in the-first-place most of them started-off by selling drugs to kids on street corners. None of them are ashamed to admit this eather_now that they got theirs, and use their former behavior as an example as to how we can all improve our own lives by following their example. Well you will excuess me, North-America, and the Free-World, but we're letting them get away with it. Suckers! So if you don't mind, the popint was: from my perspectivbe, I see this Oprah-movie not as a tool to advanve respect for the poor black-persons idenity, but rather a sward intended to keep old-wonds opened_while, weather they know it or not, just pissing-off "whitie" flashing jewles and grilled-teath, and, remaining thugs every step of the way.
Subsequently, should her Royal Grate-Blackness, the mighty Queen-of-Talk get her hands on The N.B.A. basketball owners-assoiation, we can be sure as Chi goes-about expressing every ounce of injustice that has ever been presented to blacks, there won't be much humility being expressed, but instead like, Katt Williams, did on Arcineo Halls-show yesterday_to aledgly help the two gentleman buy entrance into The N.B.A., under other circumstances , and at every oppertunity, they will be pulling-out their fat wallets; waving their cach in our faces. But all that's besides the point isn't it? Oprah isn't lickly to actually buy-into the N.B.A., when you consider this is the first year, O.W.N.TV has managed to turn a profit. Why that chincy-bitch hasn't manaaged to come-up with the pitteling Two-hundred grand I should have been intitled to easther; had she paied me for the idea she would rather steal, ie that rag of a magazine, The Oprah-magazine_let-alone her sister-in-crime Rosie O'Doneall; making incidently both The Nigger & The Honky accountable to me. But as we all know: I don't give a shit about that, or their ficking dirty-money. Not when these two whores are so responcible for every soldure that has had to meet an untimely demise because of them, and, all those whom still choose to protect them. Quite frankly, anyone who is riding-hige with The Biblical Whore of Revelation , will end-up with their legs being choped-off; be it their voice, their reputation, their wealth, or, even their lives_at the face of my God. Those whom betray me, now also betray my God, None shall be excussed!
Further`more, almoost every sports-team always pray to only the-Gods for guidance, luck and victory. From my recolection, foolish as I may be, none pray publicly, or call for any sort of hope_in the name of that cow of a church-lady; for surely too her assperations of opening her own refuge of worship has not yet become a distant thought in her wicked little mind; any more than her ability to convince herself Che will ever be able to wipe this innocent-blood clean which through her, has been smeered upon mine hands. Were her royal grate-niggerness, and 'the biblical whore of revelation' to think she has any chance of entrance into the NBA, there will be possibly even letters written to the assoitation; that they should know: cursed in the name of both our Gods, they too now controling the NBA shall know the same Hell-on-Earth I have brought this bitch_until they too feel as torn-apart as her useless, barron-cunt already does. For ask 'the filthy-one' who denied her the Oscar-award Chi so desperately wished for The-Butler. And that, my people, took no more than a few Tweets to gat the message through; that as said; Oprah Fucking Winfrey, didn't even mannage to recive a nomination. No! `We are Not done with that one, anyone who protects her, anyone who gains any sort of profit through her, and especially anyone who should bow to her instead of (yes I dare say this too) me!
As for the rest of my people, weather they choose to know me or Not, my battle is never going to be against them. The forces of evil that rule and pursway us already are too multipul for one man to deal with anyway; which just could be why I was couhursed into turning myself into a living-god ha-ha. But seriously...you can't hold the powerless accountabul for what the powerful do against them; especially when their not even aware as to exactly how their being hood-winked every step of the way. Still, a few of them outta open their eyes, I think. Tyrinny you see comes in meny disguizes, and has meny players. I intent to fuck...the whole danm lot of them. Just how seriously i rip their innards apart depends on how still they lay there while I giver-one punnding at a time; until even my grate-urges have been satisfide. However, there can be nothing better than a gool old-fasioned orgy once in a while. So once the meat of my revenged has been pounded and beet into a nice tenderization, and if "it" still refuses to yeald to me and our God, anyone is welcome to rip the flesh from the bones of the beast, and sup mightily, who ingraciates themselves by sitting at my table.
amen
It seems to me, the whole deal about this Butler-movie was to draw attention to the poor, downtrodden black man and woman. Fuck-Off with that old-school shit. Niggers gotta grow-up! There's not only a black President sitting in The White House, which is good of course, and, the culteral-idenity is so much popularized by a bunch of former black-hoods_who most of the time only think they can sing, and, their musuc-video's are an unacceptabul form of entertainmen...they all have clothing-lines, sell shoes on the side, or perfumes; while to get into the buisness in the-first-place most of them started-off by selling drugs to kids on street corners. None of them are ashamed to admit this eather_now that they got theirs, and use their former behavior as an example as to how we can all improve our own lives by following their example. Well you will excuess me, North-America, and the Free-World, but we're letting them get away with it. Suckers! So if you don't mind, the popint was: from my perspectivbe, I see this Oprah-movie not as a tool to advanve respect for the poor black-persons idenity, but rather a sward intended to keep old-wonds opened_while, weather they know it or not, just pissing-off "whitie" flashing jewles and grilled-teath, and, remaining thugs every step of the way.
Subsequently, should her Royal Grate-Blackness, the mighty Queen-of-Talk get her hands on The N.B.A. basketball owners-assoiation, we can be sure as Chi goes-about expressing every ounce of injustice that has ever been presented to blacks, there won't be much humility being expressed, but instead like, Katt Williams, did on Arcineo Halls-show yesterday_to aledgly help the two gentleman buy entrance into The N.B.A., under other circumstances , and at every oppertunity, they will be pulling-out their fat wallets; waving their cach in our faces. But all that's besides the point isn't it? Oprah isn't lickly to actually buy-into the N.B.A., when you consider this is the first year, O.W.N.TV has managed to turn a profit. Why that chincy-bitch hasn't manaaged to come-up with the pitteling Two-hundred grand I should have been intitled to easther; had she paied me for the idea she would rather steal, ie that rag of a magazine, The Oprah-magazine_let-alone her sister-in-crime Rosie O'Doneall; making incidently both The Nigger & The Honky accountable to me. But as we all know: I don't give a shit about that, or their ficking dirty-money. Not when these two whores are so responcible for every soldure that has had to meet an untimely demise because of them, and, all those whom still choose to protect them. Quite frankly, anyone who is riding-hige with The Biblical Whore of Revelation , will end-up with their legs being choped-off; be it their voice, their reputation, their wealth, or, even their lives_at the face of my God. Those whom betray me, now also betray my God, None shall be excussed!
Further`more, almoost every sports-team always pray to only the-Gods for guidance, luck and victory. From my recolection, foolish as I may be, none pray publicly, or call for any sort of hope_in the name of that cow of a church-lady; for surely too her assperations of opening her own refuge of worship has not yet become a distant thought in her wicked little mind; any more than her ability to convince herself Che will ever be able to wipe this innocent-blood clean which through her, has been smeered upon mine hands. Were her royal grate-niggerness, and 'the biblical whore of revelation' to think she has any chance of entrance into the NBA, there will be possibly even letters written to the assoitation; that they should know: cursed in the name of both our Gods, they too now controling the NBA shall know the same Hell-on-Earth I have brought this bitch_until they too feel as torn-apart as her useless, barron-cunt already does. For ask 'the filthy-one' who denied her the Oscar-award Chi so desperately wished for The-Butler. And that, my people, took no more than a few Tweets to gat the message through; that as said; Oprah Fucking Winfrey, didn't even mannage to recive a nomination. No! `We are Not done with that one, anyone who protects her, anyone who gains any sort of profit through her, and especially anyone who should bow to her instead of (yes I dare say this too) me!
As for the rest of my people, weather they choose to know me or Not, my battle is never going to be against them. The forces of evil that rule and pursway us already are too multipul for one man to deal with anyway; which just could be why I was couhursed into turning myself into a living-god ha-ha. But seriously...you can't hold the powerless accountabul for what the powerful do against them; especially when their not even aware as to exactly how their being hood-winked every step of the way. Still, a few of them outta open their eyes, I think. Tyrinny you see comes in meny disguizes, and has meny players. I intent to fuck...the whole danm lot of them. Just how seriously i rip their innards apart depends on how still they lay there while I giver-one punnding at a time; until even my grate-urges have been satisfide. However, there can be nothing better than a gool old-fasioned orgy once in a while. So once the meat of my revenged has been pounded and beet into a nice tenderization, and if "it" still refuses to yeald to me and our God, anyone is welcome to rip the flesh from the bones of the beast, and sup mightily, who ingraciates themselves by sitting at my table.
amen
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