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