tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14072746382153023292024-03-13T21:09:19.756-05:00WISEABOVE-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-52951307672311372872016-03-15T15:27:00.000-05:002016-03-15T16:24:27.513-05:00What's normal? 'Normal' is a very subjective word, isn't it? Yet, if you think about it, doesn't only God say what's 'normal', not mortal sinners?? God has a whole eternity worth of 'normal', America. Because ya know what? You'll die. I'll perish. Everyone in the world will at sometime, somewhere bite-the-dust... and then! you're definitely gonna see what the term 'normal' looks like, up or down.<br />
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Ma'am, what are we teaching those precious, indelible children? To fall-off the cliff like lemmings into the Abyss? To strive only after POW!er and greed in this fast-paced, suicidal-race?? Totally aint acceptable to God and you well know it; if you don't, welcome aboard. I'm hitting the fast accelorator after I'm croaked... and Seventh-Heaven is MY destination for a Big - ol, kick-ass, roBUST-and-risque, party-hardy-reality-show-addiction.<br />
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So, lemme fill-you-up withe strength necessary to reach Seventh-Heaven, for not everyone has the moxie in the cranium. Some need 2B reminded.<br />
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Greetings, earthlings. Find-out where we went on our journey far, far away like the synonyMOUSE metaphors which shall creeep stealthily across thy brain bringing U.S. together...<br />
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See also if you cannot 'read-between-the-lines' -or- VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI (Latin: words to the wise): here's summore symbiotically-explosive-coolness done in sardonic satires when we passed-away...<br />
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Here's what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.<br />
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Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.<br />
See you Upstairs...<br />
I won't be joining them in the Abyss.<br />
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Ever wonder why the left is figuratively on the left when they face their Final Judgment?<br />
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Only God saves. Only the left knaves. And dats da troof, brudda.-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-91949934773590744822015-09-08T11:47:00.002-05:002015-10-01T12:57:27.326-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><b>"Glory-to-God in the Highest and peeeace to His people on earth! Lord God, Heavenly King, ALL-mighty God and Father!! We worship You, to give Youuu thanks, we praise You for Your Glory! Lord Jesus Christ, only Son of the Father, receive our prayer... For You alone are the Holy One, You alone are the Lord, You alone are the Most High, Jesus Christ, Only Son of God the Father. Receive our prayer... Amen."</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dunno where I first heard this - probably at <b><a href="http://www.sacredheartstjosephcatholic.org/"><span style="color: red;">St. Jo</span></a></b> when Fr. Trompeter and Popculture were still in Topeka; nevertheless, this is a succinct and joyfull prayersong to God: we only have a certain number of years to fulfill this existence finite and it would greatly help for U.S. to say <b><a href="http://caputmortuumskwared.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #e06666;">this</span></a></b>, too. God remembers every good saying or deed WE accomplish and the Trinity shall reward you greatly - don't let this go to waste, child <i>(I only use that <i><span style="color: red;"><a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pejorative?s=t"><span style="color: red;"><b>pejorative</b></span></a> </span></i><!------></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>term because a lotta youse don't give a rat's ass nor care where your indelible soul goes after this lifelong demise)</i>. We can only do so much then I'll croak; rather, let U.S. not put our hope in things which are passing-away quickly, like gorgeous, dysfunctional-soap-bubbles which are carried on the wind of the world, they're utterly vibrant without Jesus, yet pop and disintegrate into nthn vs. eternity Upstairs: invest in that certain promise of Jesus where He sez, </span><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">"I Am the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last"</span></b></i><span style="font-size: large;"> - in one eyeblink, like a sandcastle, like </span><b><a href="http://mylovelettertojanetirene.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Janet</span></a></b><span style="font-size: large;">, we're gone and the days pass-away like we're never in them; time ebbs away as a puff of smoke, just like the Daylight Savings Time of eternity is but a heartbeat in our frail, mortal skeletons and, thus, every. single. soul wises-up to return to their Maker. </span><b><i><span style="font-size: large;">"Crossing the bar"</span></i></b><span style="font-size: large;"> <i>(Tennyson)</i> which sez it all. Choose it, dude, or lose it. Chop, chop. And, no, I'm never arrogant; I'm con<b><a href="http://whatilearnedtonight.wordpress.com/2010/01/28/fido-means-faithful-in-latin/"><span style="color: red;">FID</span></a></b>ent. Why? Because I don't sit around growing fat watching the boob-tube every <i>freekn</i> night, watching allah them dead-heads controlled by moolah. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, let Almighty God establish His permanent evidence in <b><i><span style="color: red;">YOU</span></i></b> today, where you're not afraid <i>nor</i> are you squeeemish at the put-downs, cut-offs, or whorizontal diss-loyalty to <b><i><span style="color: red;">YOU</span></i></b> or anyone. Say a short prayer, <b><i>"For them, sweetheart, for U.S."</i></b> and let it go <i>(make the sign of the Cross, too: the cranium of our Mary, the feet, and two hands)</i>. Why should <b><i><span style="color: red;">YOU</span></i></b> care? Aren't they mortal? Aren't they gonna croak just like you<i>???</i> <i>[profoundly puzzled]</i> Aren't they just a <i>taaad</i> immature, schtuck in this horrible, dead-level-residue? Alas! I had trouble fathoming this all through grade school, then, I grew outta this when I found the Dude. I could AB.SO.LUTE.LY care lesssss after, dude; I could sooo absolutely care less I pick-my-nose regularly in public <b><i><span style="color: red;">(and, after a bike wide, I toot undiplomatically frictional)</span></i></b>. Die for Jesus everyday; live for Seventh-Heaven: only as the Light of His Knowledge shines through our transient minds, does the wisdom of this o-so-passing world have the proper objective and perspective.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The early morning last week was damp and foggy; mist abounded covered everything. But, yet, when I opened my front door, I saw zillions of these cool, <b><a href="http://www.kidport.com/Reflib/Science/Videos/Animals/Arachnids/TrapdoorSpider.htm"><span style="color: red;">trapdoor spiders</span></a></b> spread all over me lawn: their nests sparkling withe dew, yet low and hidden, perfect for the unwary, promptly provoking a palatable morsel. Puh-leeze don't git caught in a trap door anymoe, girls, or I might never see you again. How then can I snuggle with you Upstairs? Everyone is totally gorgeous in Seventh-Heaven; everyone is totally repugnant in the Abyss: once we croak, how we lived our lives determines where. Remember that, bud, and once you're <b><i><u><span style="color: #999999;">IN</span></u></i></b>, you don't gotta see me anymoe! for! the length and breadth of eternity<i>!!! </i>How cool is that?? <i>[once you're in <b><a href="http://www.capitolhillblue.com/node/57138"><span style="color: red;">Purgatory</span></a></b>, you're eventually in Seventh-Heaven - let's hope Jesus has mercy on his soul]</i></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: red;">Finis Coronat Opus</span></b></div>
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-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-12581634419561956592015-07-31T19:34:00.002-05:002015-09-03T19:51:14.377-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-weight: bold;"> </span><b>Better find a New Lover: </b></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rgDLWOFCRA" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #e06666;">3rdWay</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Picture a square centimeter on a football field; now, picture 999,999,999... sextillion football fields. </b><b>Which is our finite existence? Which is Heaven <i>-or-</i> the Abyss? And don't tell me you're an atheist, pal - doesn't work at your Final Judgment; Jesus won't take that pussy-whipped-excuse like a <i><span style="color: #e06666;">'lucus a non lucendo'</span></i> <i>(Latin: any paradoxical or absurd derivation)</i>. Don't be ignorant, folks. Repent. Obey</b><b>.</b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #e06666;">Your life depends on it</span></i>.</span></b><br />
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<b style="font-size: x-large;"><i> </i> </b><b><span style="font-size: large;">That</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><b> whorizontal homosexual sed, <i><span style="color: #e06666;">“I don’t believe in the god you serve”,</span></i> the woman in Kentucky should’ve sed, <i><span style="color: #e06666;">“Ah, then you’re going down: I have a God who doesn’t change His Rules to suit every whim and desire of a homo who breaks His Will. Next.” </span></i>She <u>is</u> the Wosa Parks of today; furthermore, if you <i>reeed</i> the Bible <i>[look-up the reeed which always bends, yet stays planted in the Trinity: 1 Corinthians 6:9-10] </i>which few do anymore, you'll see He doesn't change: the Supreme Courtesian changes, like a jester who bounces around withe frilly hat, trying to entertain the foolish kings of this world - besides, she gotta lotta bawls, pal, which few <i>MEN! </i>do anymore... exactly why Jesus sez, <i><span style="color: #e06666;">"Many are called, but few are chosen (to go Upstairs)."</span></i> endOstory...</b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-style: italic;"> </span> </b></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-88547917428308481082015-05-19T19:03:00.001-05:002015-09-29T13:04:23.712-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As I told you before, we were in a wreckTANGLE not far from my house in '85 - we were hit by a truck going 70 in 35 <i><span style="color: red;">(my gorgeous, wonderfull, indelible, bombastic sweetheart and I - Janet was DOA and...)</span></i> I saw <a href="http://mylovelettertojanetirene.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: cyan;">Heaven</span></a> for a brief instant </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">or</span></i><span style="font-size: large;"> a little less than a month. Dunno. That was a long time ago: I began looking <i><u>not</u></i> to the asymmetric whoremoans for my eternity but the Verticall; nevertheless, I began by calling myself a Dr. <span style="color: red;"><i>(I saw a realm which not many people see till they croak - worthy of a doctor status)</i></span>; kold_kadavr_flatliner <i><span style="color: red;">(I was in 'Matre Dei' </span><span style="color: #999999;">[Latin: 'Mother of God', a Catholic choirch on 8th]</span><span style="color: red;"> a few years ago and I saw an old woman lying in a casket... and voila!! I began to call myself that. kinda, sorta nasty, yet, what we do to ourselves and other human beings is just as nasty</span></i>); and M.D. <i><span style="color: red;">(i <u>AM</u> a Christian, celebrating the 'magna est veritas et praevaleBIT' </span><span style="color: #999999;">[Latin: truth is mighty and shall prevail]</span><span style="color: red;"> - not a lil' BIT, but Jesus shall wipe allah them off the earth</span></i><i><span style="color: red;">)</span></i>. While m</span><span style="font-size: large;">y memory's pretty much wiped-out by God, yet, I do in fact remember seeing a far-off city above the clouds; dunno who returned this sinfull mortal, yet, all I know from my 97.79% humble state I'm in, </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">JEEE-sis!!</span></i> <span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><i>(as the black, Southern baptists shout on a sweltering night in Mississippi - old Negros are cool)</i></span><span style="font-size: large;"> has requested I'm to win souls for God. N'dats whot I'm gonna do till the day I croak. <i><span style="color: red;">God bless you</span></i>.</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">1.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> if you have moolah left-over, donate it to the person behind you in the grocery </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>(God will not and cannot be outdone, thus, giving YOU mega blessings) </i>-or-<i> </i>give it to <a href="http://www.trmonline.org/">TRM</a></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">2.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> git in a wheelchair even if you're able to walk and pick-up the little specks-O-schtuff on the floor at Sunday mass <i>or</i> at temple </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">(precisely how all the great saints acted: they were extremely humble, never caring about what the dead-head-world thought)</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">3.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> carry your literal cross at times - what</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">?</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> you too scared of the big, bad world</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">?</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> poor thing. guess Satan's gotcha, leading you down to the Abyss where you'll wish you were dead; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">4.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> pick-up the trash around the house </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">and/or</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> in your house as best as you're able;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">6.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> don't ever watch TV anymore - I threw mine over the balcony </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">yeeers</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> ago </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">(good riddance)</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> and pray, pray, pray/work, work, work - we only have this finite existence; your TV is a tool, believe-it-or-not, for the antichrist to lead you down. </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> ask the people in Hell;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">8.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> help an old person who can't see too well git-up the curb; dress nice, even to the store, showing you care about how you present yourself to the world which helps ultra greatly when you lead people to the King of Hearts; stop and say, <i>'I love you'</i> to the girly-babies. ask how old they are; ask what's their name. women <i>looove</i> that: to have a dude be so interested in their child, makes their day. ya know what Jesus sez, lil' ones straight from Seventh-Heaven? Almighty God loves'm, too, with an overwhelming love beyond all human understanding: precisely why you should <u><i>not</i></u> abort; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">9.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> say the family Rosary - </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">doesn't</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> matter if you aren't Catholic: our Mother is the Queen of Humanity; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">10.</span> <i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> go to filthy movies anymore - except for </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">Star Wars, VII</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> and </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lord of the Rings</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">, of course; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">11.</span> <i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> do rampant abortion... or you'll pay the price sooner or later; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">12.</span> <i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> do the worship of Follywood - </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">all</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> a bigga #@!! wastea time;</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">14.</span> <i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> forget the Divine Mercy at 3am </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">or</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> 3pm - a POW</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">!</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">erfull Way home </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">(besides saying the Rosary)</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">15.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> I believe it to be also a </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">POW</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">!</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">erfull way to build-up your antibodies: every week, once per week, drop food on the floor </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">(I picked-up a broccoli spear off the grocery floor)</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">. why not? <i><u>cannot</u></i> hurt. just builds-up your antibodies; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">16.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> repeat this prayer: </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">'Jesus, Mary, Joseph! I love you! Save them souls!'</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> (repeat) ...or: </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">'send the Warning easy on those of U.S. who love You alone'</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> (repeat) ...or: </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">'whatever You want, Jesus, is what I want'</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> (a fantastic Way of setting your priorities straight); </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">17.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> and, puh-leeze, </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> become Lolita Rich - that's truly ridiculous. What? Do her boobs look like the state of utter superficiality we're in? and the teacher goes, <i>'say YES, class'</i>; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">18.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> tell me something: where-O-where does it say anything about reincarnation in the Bible? it </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">DOESN'T</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">. Nada. Nil. Zilch. you got </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">one</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> life, pal. use it for His Glory. don't abuse it; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">19.</span> <i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> be greedy; </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> be stuck-up like you're so much better than the rest of humanity: you're a sinful mortal who's left with only </span><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">2</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> options... and </span><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>1</b></span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> of 'em ain't too cool after you're six-feet-under; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">20.</span> <i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> be a part of YouthInAsia, err, I mean, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>euthanasia which snoBOMBa's a whizz at; Jesus sees everything humanity does and at death's hour, there'll be HELL to pay if we haven't repented </b><i style="font-weight: bold;">(precisely why the</i> <a href="http://www.thewarningsecondcoming.com/" style="font-weight: bold;">Warning</a><i style="font-weight: bold;">'s</i> <i style="font-weight: bold;">happening)</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">21.</span> <i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> be a part of this world any more than you have to: be nice while you're here, of course, but don't be like Isis; respect others and their religions - only Jesus who sees through to their heart can be the final mediator </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">22.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> and <i><u>don't</u></i> do Mega-Fornication</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> like the porn stars who die-out like a BlackHole; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">23.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> racism's here to stay, white trash, and it'll only git worse under the puppet: there's 2 types of Negro's - a few who work hard, married4life, and have a very strong faith </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><u>vs.</u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> the pro-je<i><span style="color: red;">xx</span></i>-kneegrow with glazed over eyes, gang bangin</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">'</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">, whore slappin</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">'</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">, drug dealin</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;">'</i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">; snoBOMBa </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">loooves</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> that kind: they're on welfare, waiting for the day when they'll have much </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">BAGGIER</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> pantaloons. Point is, did Jesus wear those, proud and selfish like those in Ferguson, and talk like a second grader who came from the wrong-side-of-the-trax</span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">??</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> Nope. Jesus talked with authority... not like them who have no respect for authority. Not even God; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">24.</span> <i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">don't</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> do disgusting sodomy, gays. Jesus, our Lord and God, wouldn't even think of that, yet, He has mercy on the homosexuals till death; </span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">25.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> before you go to bed, kids, ya gotta wanna have </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b><i><u>2</u></i></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"> thangs: a Rosary around your neck and a Rosary someplace on you which wards-off the killer demons - they don't stand a chance against our Mother </span><span style="font-size: large;"><i>(</i><u style="font-style: italic;">all</u><i> of Hell cannot and will not fight her because </i><u style="font-style: italic;">all</u><i> of Hell know they'd lose like a worthless kok that's attached to a transvestite)</i>:<i> <span style="color: #e06666;">'</span></i></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: #e06666;">Trust in my Son and you will be shown His Great Mercy; believe in my Son’s Promise to come again and you will have Eternal Life'</span></i> <i>-our Mother</i>;</b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">27.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> and, no, I'm </span><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">not</span></u></i><span style="font-size: large;"> pure-as-the-driven-snow; I'm a sinful mortal just as you are. if you don't believe that, Jewess, you need to pull your head outta the sand and </span><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">STOP</span></u></i><span style="font-size: large;"> supporting the </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">homo</span></i><span style="font-size: large;">cidal </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">homo</span></i><span style="font-size: large;">sapien in the OpaqueDomicile; </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">28.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> yes, kids, take it from me, Mr. Super-Savvy-Sardonic-Satires-who-wants-to-take-you-for-the-ride-of-your-limited-lifetime: I saw Seventh-Heaven and, yes, angels </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">DO</span></i><span style="font-size: large;"> fart if </span><u><i><span style="font-size: large;">you</span></i></u><span style="font-size: large;"> ask'm, though I personally wouldn't recommend it; however, the Abyss o'Misery<i>??</i> the freek'n stench of Hell is worse than a dead ho sitting outside for ten days in August... and the demons won't give</span><i><span style="color: red;">A</span></i><span style="font-size: large;">shit if you'd not prefer to lay on toppa her. I'm as serious as Hells Angels in a rumble; </span></span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">30.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b> pray for me... because I sure pray for you: like I sed many times before, </b><i style="font-weight: bold;"><u>does</u> <u>not</u></i><b> matter if you aren't a Catholic <i>(when we git up there, bro, there's only One God)</i>. And what does </b><a href="http://biblehub.com/romans/10-10.htm" style="font-weight: bold;">Romans 10:10</a><b> say? Gotcha. Moot point; </b><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">31.</span><b> if you put a lantern under some clothing, soon, it'll catch fire and it grows dark cuzza lack of O</b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>² - precisely the Way our society has become: if Jesus is <i><u>the</u></i> Source of oxygen, we have cut-off the physiology;</b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> if you go to a Lighthouse, </span><i style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="font-size: large;">the</span></u></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"> </b><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lighthouse, Jesus, bringing </b><i style="font-weight: bold;">'ships'</i><b> in, ocean liners carrying thousands of people - that ship is none other than US.</b><b> absolutely nobody shall say at thy Final Judgment, coming forward with a raised hand, </b><i style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">'yes, I'm guilty, too; I had a part in their condemnation'</span></i><b> if you saw what the eternal, stanky Abyss is like; </b><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">32.</span><b> I think, therefore, I am: will you rise-up </b><i style="font-weight: bold;">or</i><b> descend after this learning process on earth</b><i style="font-weight: bold;">??</i><b> only YOU can decide;</b></span><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">34.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> '<i>heer ye! O heer ye!!'</i> spoke ye town Crier. 'alla ye niggs, wiggs, white trash, and high-performance-hypocrites-fueled-by-large-mouths<i>!!</i> <i>lissen</i></span><i style="font-size: x-large;"> </i><span style="font-size: large;"><i>to us. God utterly despises proudness; God <u>totally</u> loves humility, yet, God's so bloody benevolent and non-judgmental, He'll put-up with our $h!t till Judgment Day precisely because He was born in a stable amidst the livestock and poop. That's how kick-ass He is. We <u>must</u> reciprocate by wok'n <u>AND</u> chew'n gum which God expects from U.S. poor subhumans (the epitome of humility). ain't too difficult, dead-heads'</i>; </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">35.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> we </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">THINK</span></i><span style="font-size: large;"> we can, but we </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">cannot</span></i><span style="font-size: large;"> control God: God controls us through our free will. Think about that; </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">36.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> I heard about the seedy, diabolical vermin </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">(33+ year olds)</span></i><span style="font-size: large;"> infecting our schools looking for sex and I gotta lotta say about that, too, coming from a trained black belt: </span><span style="color: red;"><i><u>First</u>,</i></span><span style="font-size: large;"> if he puts his R hand on your shoulder from the back when your sitting, take your L and twist his hand <i>(doesn't matter which hand)</i>; perfect Aikido move, make him hurt so he'll learn his lesson. when he's in fronta you walking the halls and he comes-on to you, kick-him-to-the-bawls, then, step on his head when he's down; brush-block his L hand and back knuckle him to his nose. repeat if he doesn't git the message you're not supposed to mess with a child; <span style="color: red;">37.</span> good job, Joe<i>!</i> Don't be so fast to deal-out the blame, though, when our <i><u>own</u></i> kuntry has its own problems like abortion and homosexuality which botha youse have done zilch. perfect example of <i>'transverlism' (where the perpatrator blames it on another)</i>. jussay'n...</span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">1.</span></b> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Who the HELL wants Hell???</i></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nasty darkness, eternal starvation,
and Satan lies like a Persian rug.
Only <b><i>2</i></b> choices after death, pal, and <b><i>1</i></b> of em ain't too cool.
To win your fight,
choose LIGHT, choose RIGHT.
Make Your Choice -SAW</span>
<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">2.</span></b> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Meet this ex-mortal Upstairs
for the most-extra-groovy,
pleasure-beyond-measure,
ultra-yummy-party-hardy-reality-addiction-24/7, babe, you <b><i>DO NOT</i></b> wanna miss </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><b>Hell - it hasn't gone away: you </b><i style="font-weight: bold;">cannot</i><b> avoid it at your Final Judgment by claiming you didn't know it existed - and, yes, Satan is a LIAR. Always has been, always will be </b></span>Most of the souls in the Abyss o'Misery are those who disbelieved there was a Hell -<i>Saint Faustina</i> </span><i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dairy 741</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">)</span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> writes, <i><b>"Today, I was led by an angel to the chasms of Hell - a place of great suffering, awesomely large and extensive; however, I noticed one thing: most of the souls there disbelieved in Hell"</b></i> How do you avoid it and go to Purgatory or, in a few cases, Heaven? <b><i>Merciful Word:</i></b> we <i>must</i> forgive them, we <i>must</i> comfort them if we're able; <b><i>Merciful Deed:</i></b> any of the corporal works of mercy; <b><i>Merciful Prayer:</i></b> prayers for mercy for the souls of this nation and/or the world. Doesn't matter if you hate Isis. They're lost. You wanna help them find their Way? <b><i><span style="color: red;">Awesome</span></i></b>. Say a Rosary everyday for those poor, poor souls who don't have it in their hearts to be at peace. Don't ya wanna be in love with Heaven-Above where you live forever, as you may do everything in the <b><a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/quixotic?s=t">quixotic</a></b> smorgasbord?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm neither a <b>Republican</b> <i>nor</i> a <b>Democrat</b>; I stand for Almighty God precisely because God Almighty is whom we <b><i><u><span style="color: red;">ALL</span></u></i></b> must answer to at TheEnd. Ron Raygun was pretty cool.</span></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-53850384506879198842010-01-12T13:22:00.195-06:002012-02-13T08:33:14.646-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">No matter how wealthy <em>or</em> wise you become<strong> <em>or</em></strong> what fortress <em>or</em> castle you superfluously encase thyself in <em>or</em> how much moolah thy greedy, optic nerve encompasses to live a few more years, <em>you're still gonna croak</em>, pal. T</span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">he length of time it takes a <em><span style="font-size:100%;">weee</span></em> gnat to swallow her <span style="font-size:100%;"><em>weee</em></span> phood, that's <em>precisely</em> how long our <em><span style="font-size:100%;">weee</span></em> existence is: to-the-point of the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">TRI</span></strong>-angle when we'll be judged based on how worthy our lives were. Personally<em>??</em> I have absolutely no fear of <strong><em>my</em></strong> judgment: fulla abundant faith, superSEEDinjury, and steadfastly carrying my Cross to The End, while more<strong>N</strong>more of U.S. cannot break-away from what the <a href="http://www.snopes.com/politics/obama/50lies.asp"><strong>Liar</strong></a> sed. Nevertheless, compared to our <em><span style="font-size:100%;">weee</span></em> lives, the <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">TRI</span></strong>-angle is a <em>deliberate</em> incomprehensibility prepared by our Father in Heaven, towering for decillions and <strong><em>nonillions</em></strong> of eons and then summore, a rock-solid-standard of persuasion to the savvy Asians. <strong><em>AGAIN</em></strong>, like I described in our three novels,<em> </em>we have how long on this earth? 88? 97? 111? <em>meeesly</em> years? If you're as smart as I in my head injuredness, you'll see that ain't that long to decide <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> </span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Like a mighty mountain range crumbling when the lovely dove barely scrapes it on Her flight each year, that, too, is how long eternity is (to skratch down the mountain into nuthin). </span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Amen to <a href="http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi"><strong>pi</strong></a>...</span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-77279960239010948872009-12-27T18:46:00.138-06:002012-06-18T19:15:12.374-05:00I Been Telling Youse For Yeeers...<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhzTVlxrROM/S0y9-C1EeaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/besmnyk5U84/s1600-h/cross_anarchy.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425920524683606434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KhzTVlxrROM/S0y9-C1EeaI/AAAAAAAAAXw/besmnyk5U84/s200/cross_anarchy.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><em>IMMENSELY IN<strong>TEN</strong>SE</em>,</span> informative, insightfull, truthfull, and, dare I say, entertaining<em>.</em> That's <em>sooo</em> common knowledge: millions of souls are <em>RUSHING!</em> <em>STORMING!!</em> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HdugdTIS74&feature=player_embedded"><strong>Hell</strong></a> in their stupidity, thinking, <em>'ain't no place, bud - how could God love charcoaling people?'</em> by preferring to live lives the way <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">YOU</span></em></strong> wanna. America, if you don't believe in one, you're more than likely to fall into <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HdugdTIS74&feature=player_embedded"><strong>Hell</strong></a> - please don't stick-yer-head in the sand <em><span style="color:#cccccc;">AND/</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">OR</span></em> delve into a man's excessively bawdy, cheezy bunghole in <span style="font-size:85%;">S/M</span> <em>(I know <strong>exactly</strong> what some gays do <strong>-</strong> my Dad counsiled'm in psychotherapy [there's a <a href="http://www.escrivaworks.org/book/the_way.htm"><strong>Way</strong></a> out, homosexuals, or any person who wants to <a href="http://www.church4bikers.org/"><strong>break-free</strong></a>]). </em><strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">Remember:</span></em></strong> there ain't no coming back if you don't like it, as well as there ain't no going to </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HdugdTIS74&feature=player_embedded"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Hell</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">, either, once in Purgatory much less the Delightfull Realm: <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">1.</span></strong> Love thy God alone, <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">2.</span></strong> Love thy neighbor non-sexually, and <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">3.</span></strong> Pray the Holy-Roller-Rosary daily <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">--- </span></strong>But, alas! The<em> SuperEgo!!</em> is already here I'm afraid: humility coupled with meekness is a by-word, a paltry saying taken out nightly withe poultry to be slaughtered: a methodical, unctuous progression to WWIII funded by both the <a href="http://www.jeremiahproject.com/index.html"><strong>Masons</strong></a> <strong><em>and</em></strong> our insufficient, vainglorious prez. I'm more than ready to be a <a href="http://www.covenanthouse.org/"><strong>martyr</strong></a> Objects like the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosary"><strong>Rosary</strong></a>, Saint <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosary"><strong>Benedicts</strong></a> medal, <a href="http://www.fisheaters.com/water.html"><strong>HolyWater</strong></a>, <a href="http://www.catholic.com/thisrock/quickquestions/keyword/crucifix"><strong>Crucifix</strong></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>...</strong></span> are considered holy simply because we liken them to what's in store for U.S. in the Great Beyond, not because idolatry dictates the way which we behave. The four expressions above are set apart <em>FROM</em> the profanely, powerLESS polluted world by the Trinity <em>precisely</em> because God's not part of this world, yet, the world <em>isn't</em> separate from Him <em>precisely</em> because the earth only exists through God. Understand?? The Trinity's a <a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/gordian-knot"><strong>Gordian</strong></a> <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/enigma"><strong>enigma</strong></a> <strong>-</strong> we'll only begin to understand God for eternity in Heaven; God also surpasses U.S. infinitely<strong>N</strong>morally, and compared with His, our existence is only like dirty snow thrown into a hot oven, for our lives depend entirely, ultimately on His Will - focus on Jesus in this wee existence. <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Every</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">- </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">one</span></em></strong> of U.S. deserves Heaven, and rightfully so <strong>-</strong> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HdugdTIS74&feature=player_embedded"><strong>Hell</strong></a> was made for the Devil and his dagnasty angels, but not all of U.S. achieve the sanctity <em>or</em> humility needed in this Lifelong Demise. Hope me does. Again, <em>focus, focus, focus</em> on God, not on the world <strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">Help is always here:</span></em></strong> Want Heaven, doya? Pick-out two, hefty pieces<strong>O</strong>plywood, k? Cut'm up, glue'm tight, let'm dry overnight, and <em>ta-da!!</em> <em>Reeeeel</em> easy to enter Paradise: just gotta wanna. Begin now: <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">GLORY2GOD!!! </span></em></strong></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jesus came <strong><em>not</em></strong> to bring a sporadic, fermented piece of e-harmony, <strong><em>not</em></strong> to assuage like a wussmaster and be all swiss-cheese-like; Jesus Christ came to divide<strong>N</strong>conqueer, divide the masses along the toughness of thy <em>mind</em> - <em><strong>anyone</strong></em> can have <em>BIG</em> biceps as you're listening to <em>Blue Oyster Cult</em> at Maximus (that's <em>weeek</em>); to derive/drive the Way Home, to illuminate the astute, too, and be a voluminous anchor to those hardcore people who only wanna live <em>for</em> the death of diplomacy, the inauguration of something invincible, the Greatest Expectation: the resurrection of <em><strong>the</strong></em> Renaissance. Jesus came to be a woo<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">FM</span></strong>aster: He'll blow - you - away, toots <span style="color:#cccccc;"><em><strong>Be ready!!</strong></em></span></span></span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-64080879014850632009-11-04T22:15:00.171-06:002014-08-06T19:19:14.873-05:00choose:<div align="center">
<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">If sow bugs <em>loooooove</em> to crawl under rocks to find safety <em>from</em> the world, I guess I'm a total-rolly-polly and Jesus is my <strong><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">ROCK</span></em></strong>: </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><span style="color: red;"><em>HOW LONG IS ETERNITY?</em></span></strong> Say the universe is as long as California (N2S), k? Furthermore, say the literal number <strong><em>999999999...</em></strong> ran <em>ALL</em> the way up<em>N</em>down that state in a Papyrus font.<span style="color: red;"><em><strong> </strong></em></span><em>That</em> alone would make anybody's soul pleased <em>PRECISELY</em> because you know <strong><em>FOR A FACT, JACK,</em></strong> that numeral would eventually come to an end, finally reach the epilogue. Not so with Hell: </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">we <strong><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">ABHOR</span></em></strong> with a passion the horrors of the damned, just lookit <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saw_(film)">SAW</a>, <strong><em>yet!</em></strong> a lot of U.S. have an over-yearning, hatefull-weight of Jesus that both psychosomatically, psychologically deters us the satisfaction of knowing we're at peace with our Creator. Thus, the latter outweighs the former: the Liar can and will <em>'play'</em> that to our detriment - he hates <strong><span style="color: red;">YOU</span></strong> with a passion, too, and SAW is forever, dude </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">HOW LONG IS ETERNITY??</span></em></strong> Our existence is <em><span style="color: #cccccc;">exactly</span></em> like a <strong><em><span style="color: red;">TRI</span></em></strong>-angle, however large or small our finite existence is, and the base is earth where we were born. Coo, baby. Everything's sauve and cool. Yet, as you grow older, the <strong>TWO</strong> sides eventually meet, the <strong>TWO</strong> ultimately converge, <em><strong>or</strong></em> it wouldn't be called a <strong><em><span style="color: red;">TRI</span></em></strong>-angle, it'd be called a wreck-tangle like what happened to us. A triangle grows together, nevertheless, the <em><strong><span style="color: red;">TRI</span></strong></em>-nity: <em>exactly</em> how God wants it, that's how God made us. Who can argue and fight the <strong>DudeMan</strong><em>??</em> Can you? Wow. I'd love to see you kick-His-ass. You're nuthin... <em>more</em> NUTHIN' if you sin. Better be humble, kid. You're <em>not</em> all that. Nevertheless, a stopping point is decided for all <strong>-</strong> our mortal demise. My point? Dunno. Just like toking bout <strong><em><span style="color: red;">TRI</span></em></strong>-angles because they're very mortal; we can rise-up into the hourglass for eternity<em>!! And what a <strong><span style="color: #cccccc;">lovely</span></strong> hourglass She is </em><strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong><em> </em></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">In your Finite Existence, pick <em>wisely</em> wherest thou goest, k? Ain't no comin<em>'</em> back if you don't like it <em>('cept for moi, aussi and how I, through God's grace, will rescue souls from <strong><a href="http://cutntoo.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;">Hell</span></a></strong>, one-by-one [women first] - takes forever, man, because I gottawhooooolelotta lovin' to do <strong><a href="http://mysoulaccomplishment.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;">Upstairs</span></a></strong>)</em>. And, believe-you-me, you won't after three seconds or less. God'll sayeth unto thee, <strong><em>'Son, you made thy choice'</em></strong> Unbelievable how I see young adults who only lookit the superficial, never bothering to see the genuine, the substantial, adamantly refuse to look inside in this lost, forsaken CULT-ure of idols on your wimpy, god-like-TV. </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">God does love U.S. <em>passionate</em>-ly; however, that doesn't take away our <em>FREE WILL</em> to turn away, descending into the <em>passionate</em> flames - whatever <strong><span style="color: red;">WE</span></strong> choose for our eternity, the Trinity will graciously bestow upon U.S. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em><span style="color: #cc6600;">The blessed will not care what angle they're regarded from, having nothing to hide </span></em></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">-W.H.Auden</span></span></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-62365436136551046472009-06-25T21:01:00.025-05:002012-02-13T09:33:28.991-06:00Jesus again...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Few things in this earthly life are absolutely certain, the most undebatable of these is <a href="http://www.deathonline.net/">death</a>. Every person, even the atheist, will admit this much. Death, however, is not the very last event in this life of yours. Right after death, you shall be judged, thus, the judgment will depend on how you lived this earthly life of yours <em><strong>If you have honestly done your best and followed the Commandments of the Trinity,</strong></em> you shall be rewarded with the perfect life of Heaven; if, however, you have disregarded My loving directions and refused to make use of My generous help, you shall be condemned to Hell - <a href="http://www.tanbooks.com/index.php/page/shop:flypage/product_id/274/keywords/death+jugment+heaven+hell/">Death, Judgment, Heaven, and Hell</a> are the four last things toward which you're moving closer to every hour of the day or night <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> They will never frighten you if your conscience is clear; if you love God in your daily, Finite Existence, you should have NO REASON to fear <strong><em>Again, death, with all its uncertainties, is a fact</em></strong> Where will you be? On My left side or My right? Think about this and discern. I love you <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I am a God of Infinite Mercy, yet, I demand Eternal Justice</span></em></strong> My child, in a little while this earthly life of yours will be over. Just how ready are you to enter into the next? <strong><em>-Jesus</em></strong> <em>'be brave in carrying thy cross/be courageous in suffering for sinners/love poverty'</em> [in spirit] <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> A <em>few</em> wealthy people who know where they're going, they're taking the Up escalator; they don't let wealth/greed be the <strong>Be All, End All</strong> in our wee-wee, Finite Lifetimes. How do I know? How do I arrive at this difficult, trigonometry conclusion? Son, I lived it, I lived through death, I saw the other side <strong>-</strong> far beyond magnificent. Read our blog and you'll reach this certainty, too: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Que_Sera,_Sera_(Whatever_Will_Be,_Will_Be)"><strong>Que cera cera</strong></a> - what Pontius Pilate sed when Joseph of Arimathaea asked for His Holy Body, too, I believe.</span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-34944460405705868962009-06-22T23:17:00.028-05:002009-12-12T16:14:58.051-06:00Just know my Pop went to old-sKOOL withe Jesuits, the teacher who heard Jesus speak (circa Brooklyn, NYC,1955) when we HAD morality in this nation<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Anyone who takes time to think of what I deserve,</em></span></strong> cannot deny that each one of you humans owes Me more than that person can ever repay. Yet, in spite of My goodness and wholehearted love, some people still choose to walk away from Me. They refuse to follow My directions and, as a result, they fall into sin. Though I made them mortals for Heaven, they shall never see it because they're refusing to do what it takes to get there <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Hell was made for the Devil and his rebel angels</em></span></strong> You were made for Heaven. In refusing to live FOR Heaven, you people choose to live WITHOUT Me. Thus, you shall have your wish when you perish - you shall join the rebel angels in Hell. Very, very UNpleasant for eternity. Actually, in refusing to follow My law, the U.S. actually turns her back on Me as the fallen angels did. If that person dies in this condition, they condemn themself to Hell. The Heavenly Jury which convicts that sinful mortal, convicts their own sinful lifetime. I, the Second Person of the Trinity, merely pronounce on what they themself have chosen <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>There's nothing on earth which can compare with Hell</em></span></strong> <strong>-</strong> beyond all description; one must see it to know it <strong>-</strong> words fall way short of the reality which is Hell <em>I MAKE NO THREATS HERE,</em> people. I want you to face this fact: unless you live for Heaven, you shall one day be in Hell. Stop, read, and think this URL through -<strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Jesus</span></em></strong> <em>'it is only withe heart that one can see rightly; what is essential, is invisible to the eye'</em> <span style="font-size:78%;">-the Little Prince</span></span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-10090089364888164542009-06-18T21:53:00.076-05:002012-06-18T19:21:04.443-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Know how you feel strongly about another person? It's not a sense of liking'm because, figuratively, that only comes when you're in the fourth grade: you're surrounded by flat-chested, little girls who haven't gotten the opportunity to experience alla the cordial rudiments of puberty... and it's <em><strong>not</strong></em> a sense of loving'm because when you're in the fourth grade, it's quite enough to memorize your nine-times-tables. It's like buttermilk. You think, <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">'Ugh! Barf-O-Rama!!'</span></em></strong> when it's passed to you at the Thanksgiving table; but, then, when everyone's tried some and you feel like a loser if you don't, you try a little. Consequently, you <strong><em>ralph!</em></strong> in private behind thy life-saving-napkin and tactfully say it was delicious. Just so withe Holy Spirit. I believe She's gettin' tired; She'll <strong><em>ralph!</em></strong> to all the demigods withe nukes from NorthKorea<strong>2</strong>UnitedStates to thin-out the herd <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Can</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> you handle</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> summore morality?</span></em></strong> Getting back to my devout scene at gnarly WRHS, almost everything seemed like the novel <em>'Catcher in the Rye'</em> by J.D. Salinger; nearly everyone moved like they were deathly afraid of what Big Brother might think. Was I a flamboyant, uninvited bigot to leave in the dust those fascists-in-polyester who were persuading me by their lies? Was I untaught, unread, undeceived of my once-in-a-lifetime, political escapades in the now DEFU<span style="font-size:78%;">n</span>CT art of wisdom? Lil ol me! Boy<strong>O</strong>boy! In my dirty jumpboots and my page-zero-attitude, while it was <em>THEM</em> i was laughing at: seeming to blend in like roadkill, like passive/aggressive ass<strong>PH</strong>alt, slowly conforming under the weight of their tires. Silly people, silly society. From High School to thy deathbed, seeming to blend in so fixatingly, so alarmingly, with nuthin' more than a caustic cry of <strong><em>why</em></strong> I was so bloody extraordinary <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">LITTLE REALITY NEVER HURT ANYONE</span></strong> <strong><em>Another case in point:</em></strong> those with power are deathly afraid to lose it. Three examples. Obama's just proving to the world how <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/niggardly">niggardly</a> he is, not to mention those factions around the world controlled by the 2%ers, those with billions, controlled by Satan, pitting one against the other in a never ending, vitriolic hatred for humanity <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">WE HAVE SLOWLY DISARMED OUR CONSCIENCE</span></strong> ...till now, as we have pushed God away through the back door in hopes nobody sees U.S. Yahoo<em>!</em> MSNBC and whatever-lefty-servers are trying to get U.S. <em>'dumbed-down'</em> by producing these super-<strong><em>DOOPER</em></strong>-ficial <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WrOEs4XmFZk">cannibalism</a>, making U.S. walk-along the conveyor belt to where <em>'suspicion breeds confidence'</em> <strong>-Brazil</strong> and we eat each other alive. It all starts in ed-<strong>U</strong>-ca-tion, brudda, which the BO didn't seem to <em>fully</em> grasp. Egad! You elected <strong><em>HIM???</em></strong> For shame, America, for shame. Cheep-O-wiggas who wear their butt-cracks so low don't seem to realize the utmost consequence of killing our children, which brings up another, slimy point: talking 'bout ed<strong>U</strong>makation the BO lost when he disss<em>'</em>d the Holy Crucifix at Notre Dame <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">O,</span></em></strong> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Yeah!!</em></span></strong> That was <em>extremely</em> brilliant of you, mortal<em>!!! <strong>HawrHawr</strong></em> Now, God's gonna remember that stupid act as with alla you Notre Damers who bow down to him. <strong>UN</strong>-wise choice, <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">O</span></strong>. Again, not everyone goes to Heaven <strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">HintHintNudgeNudge</span></em></strong></span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-45457805348511039442009-06-15T23:01:00.045-05:002009-12-12T15:32:45.477-06:00Hear ye! O hear ye!!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Just imagine, if you will, God and the raggedy, black-sheep sitting <em>`</em>round the campfire, dusk is approaching, shootin<em>'</em> the shit, cuttin<em>'</em> the crap, eating yummy fish and stale bread <strong><em>SUDDENLY,</em></strong> <strong><em>JUDAS LETS ONE RIP!!</em></strong> Not to let his clothes katch fire, not yet anyway, Jesus <em><span style="color:#cccccc;">sees</span></em> the explosion, He <em><span style="color:#cccccc;">hears</span></em> the flagrant, robust expulsion, as the Most High waits till a sufficient distance has elapsed before asking them if they'd like to see an optilogical spectikle of the Highest Magnitude, as the ripe phart rises, slowly dissipating into the Israeli atmosphere <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> If the apostles farted as much as I do, which you <strong><em>know</em></strong> some of 'em did, wouldn't it be a <em>COMPLETE</em> scream if Jesus lighted 'em with a Word?? Wonder if He'll do that in Heaven <strong>-</strong> pro'bly, if us mortals asketh Himeth <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">HawrHawr</span></em></strong> <a href="http://www.lbl.gov/abc/marsh-nuclei/images/table_sig.jpg">Sulpher</a>, common in our flatulations, has a <em>extremely</em> <strong>HIGH</strong> combustion rate, a very great possibility He did. Betchur BOTTOM dollar the apostles had a fun time in the wilderness <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">HeeHee</span></em></strong> Buncha hot-air, huh? You and i know they did, so lighten-up about religion.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>---</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">God's a</span><strong><em> "Most Excellent Dude"</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">-<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_and_Ted">Bill and Ted</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">(softly caressing their air guitars)</span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-18149656160980245042009-05-27T00:08:00.004-05:002009-12-12T15:17:31.286-06:00the WORLD vs. JESUS<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><em>All a matter of who you gonna believe</em> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">PROBLEM:</span></strong> "My people, your days of sudden roadblocks at night will be starting soon under the pretense of security for terrorists or drugs. This will then move to martial law that will control all of your major highways, trains, and airports. Chips as smart cards will then be required of everyone along with your fingerprints or eye scans. It will not be long after smart cards are made mandatory for everyone, that chips in the body will then be required <strong><span style="color:#990000;">AVOID TAKING CHIPS IN THE BODY EVEN IF THEY THREATEN YOUR LIFE!</span></strong> This will be close to the time of the antichrist's declaring himself in control (like Iran to be Amas). Then, you should ask My help and your Guardian Angels will lead you with bikes to avoid the roadblocks with a physical sign to the nearest refuge of My Blessed Mother's apparition sites, places of Holy Ground, or even caves in places with hills and mountains <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">DO NOT BE FEARFUL</span></strong> because I will provide you with shelter, water, My manna and even meat as I did in the Exodus. Some will be martyred for My Name's sake, but the rest of My faithful will be provided for. Trust in Me to save your souls and do not trust in anything from the evil ones. My victory over evil will come shortly after the antichrist comes to full power. You may suffer in this <strong><em>SHORT</em></strong> time of tribulation, but your reward with Me will be far more valuable than any earthly possessions" <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">-Jesus Christ, King of Kings</span></strong> <a href="http://www.johnleary.com/">www.johnleary.com/</a> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">SOLUTION:</span></strong> Stop driving, start biking!! Go for a trip around your block; go for a two miler, a three miler, a five miler; go for a ten, 20, 55, 117 or more. Jesus never sed salvation was easy. Be tough, be ready. Be like the Minutemen in 1777 when we loved our country. <em>Now??</em> Never!! We all have our own greedy agendas of perpetual nonconformity, pushing people to-and-fro, continuing on in our turbulent, Finite Existence, steering our SUVs like we own the planet. And, sure enough, why, there's Fred Phelps, prostituting Christianity in error and dissent!! <strong>---</strong> Sound comes through our tight windows, right, even when there's no possible way to? So it is with faith. God is a God of the impossible, yet, with faith, you can do anything.</span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-59563526973666360272008-12-01T09:28:00.037-06:002009-12-12T15:24:53.470-06:00Pray for U.S., Padre Pio<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">A woman who had an <a href="http://www.abortionno.org/Resources/inProgress.html">abortion</a> met <a href="http://www.ewtn.com/padrepio/mystic/index.htm">Padre Pio</a>. She said, <strong><em>“I never knew abortion was a sin.”</em></strong> He replied: <strong><em>“What do you mean, you didn’t know that was a sin? That’s killing… it’s a sin, a great sin.”</em></strong></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong><div align="center"><br />Padre Pio’s devotion to the Virgin Mary was rooted in the truth that Jesus specifically wills such devotion. <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=17-2890398072-0">Jesus</a> chose to come to earth through Mary. Similarly, Jesus chooses that we come to Him through her; for her soul magnifies the Lord. As Scripture teaches:</div><div align="center"><br /><strong><em>“And Mary said: My soul doth magnify the Lord: And my spirit hath rejoiced in God, my Savior. Because he hath regarded the humility of his handmaid: for behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For He that is mighty hath done great things to me.”</em></strong> (Lk 1:46-49)</div><div align="center"><br />One night Padre Pio was sitting alone in a room absorbed in prayer when an old man entered and sat next to him. <strong><em>“I looked at him but never thought of how he managed to get in the friary at that hour. I asked him: ‘Who are you? What do you want?’"</em></strong> The man answered: <strong><em>"Padre Pio, I am Pietro di Mauro. I died in this friary on September 18, 1908, I'm still in Purgatory, and I need a Mass to free my soul from it. God has given me permission to come to you and ask for your prayers." </em></strong>After I had listened to his <a href="http://stores.lulu.com/fido">story</a>, I said: <strong><em>"You can rest assured that I will celebrate Mass tomorrow for your liberation.”</em></strong></div><strong><em><div align="center"><br /></em></strong>One time someone asked Padre Pio how Purgatory could be avoided. He replied, <strong><em>“By accepting everything from God’s hand; offering everything up to Him with love and thanksgiving will enable<br />us to pass from our deathbed to paradise.”</em></strong></span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-49914822366626898152008-10-06T21:16:00.061-05:002012-10-19T18:43:30.518-05:00Camouflage Is a Dirty Word<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em><span style="color: red;">DEAD WRONG</span></em></strong> to murder a child<em>!!</em> Like shooting your child point-blank as he comes outta the womb: blowing a gaping hole in his head and watching him die, squirming and writhing in agony, as you place the gun back in the holster, you feel relieved, don't you? You feel like a great burden has been lifted withe death of thy son, don't you? As the life quickly seeps outta his now-ugly-cadaver, you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing you'll never again haveta feed him at 3:20 am <em>or</em> give him Medicare. <em>AND</em>, yahoo<em>!!!</em> You simply walk away<em>!!</em><strong> </strong>Everyone of U.S. who supports the ghastly process of infanticide is a literal subhuman<em>!!</em> <strong>IT'S NO LONGER A CHOICE BETWEEN VIOLENCE AND NON-VIOLENCE IN THIS WORLD; IT'S EITHER NON-VIOLENCE OR NON-EXISTENCE </strong></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 78%;">-Dr. MLK, Jr.</span></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-47571583118656401342008-09-27T15:14:00.013-05:002012-10-19T18:44:01.970-05:00Didactic Strategy!! part II<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">When lecherous, vampire mosquitoes <strong><em>SUCK</em></strong> through that lengthy proboscis, on finding their <em>'pay-dirt'</em> (yummy <strong><span style="color: red;">blood</span></strong>), that immediately sends a chemical to their bloody brain and, thus, they start feeding U.S. potent toxins put into our system in the form of a small, raised welt. Nadda problem? Yep. Nadda problem. But, alas, when mosquitoes numbering over one hundred hit my bloody back at <a href="http://www.yellowstonepark.com/">Yellowstone</a>, Wyoming, as I felt when I was sleeping in our killer Winnebago when five, when the Devil succulently creeps into our society and softly whispers a transgression is fine, he takes another and another bite outta our immortal soul <strong>My bruddas, if you wish to live well, spend the remaining days of life with death before thy eyes</strong> <strong><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">-Saint Lawrence</span></em></strong> <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> The Liar is so MuthaTruckin crafty, so sly that he's <em><strong>verrry</strong></em> grassroots like John Q. Public's yard; he gets down deep into the roots of our culture so we don't know anymore where the stalk is, the leaves are, and even the cranium to give Glory2God. Needs fixing <strong><em>verrry</em></strong> fast. Satan is very skeptical of us, too, as he ridicules us from his hole and looks <em>down?</em> upon the human, Pamplona people, anxious to search<strong>N</strong>find error in mortals, following them closely to the grave; soliciting all sorts of calamities on us, Satan is to the destruction of a weak-kneed, weak-minded humanity a virus that can never be healed without the Trinity's help. Lookit George Sorrows: his billions and billions <em><span style="color: red;"><strong>cannot</strong></span></em> save his soul. El Diablo is a perverted, pessimistic agent, lurking behind hate and disordered, juxtaposed sarcasm whose enmity for people is based on terrible jealousy <strong>Organized atheism is thus a projection of self-hatred; no one hates God without first hating themselves <em><span style="color: #cccccc;">-Fulton Sheen</span></em></strong> <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> If we lookit our immature indecisions, however, we find there are certain centrifuges, like our Mother, who has a Holy Cross on her womb, which will spin each of U.S. in the right direction; to <em>'pull-us-out'</em>, soda speak, of going downhill and/or going sideways on our wide-angle, spiritual mountain and toward the logic behind the Almighty, making religion very, <em>verrry</em> attractive <strong><span style="color: red;">God bless you</span></strong></span></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-53663045306876658962008-09-25T15:49:00.040-05:002009-12-12T14:06:23.074-06:00BAPTISM WITH BEER! part I<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We have a state of delay after our demise, a realm of preparation and reparation in God's grace, for sHe doesn't wanna lose <em>another</em> soul due to our stupidity in that exacting latitude below the earth, which we shall be free from someday <strong>-</strong> Purgatory. No, God Almighty did not say, <strong><em>"Tiller, my son, you may slaughter babies by partial birth abortion and burn them in the furnace while they're still writhing." </em></strong>Not everyone goes Up, America. Remember that and thou shalt never sin mortally. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Doesn't the Divine Law of Karma/Catch-22 say, <em>'whot comes around, goes around'</em>?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>---</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Lemme explain <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>SADDAM INSANE</em></span></strong> How can you justify murdering thousands of your own people by gassing them? By slowly rolling them over with steam rollers, starting witheir feet so Saddam could hear them scream? By torturing them till death? Isn't <em>rape</em> torture in those rape rooms? And what of that semen from him and the guards in those girls? He orders the guards to kill those young girls withe sperm still inside, right? Thus, you're killing the girl <em><strong>and</strong></em> the hundreds of babies (not to mention Uday and Qsay). <em>UN</em>believable. I <em>seeer</em>iously doubt he went to Heaven. <em>Totally</em> <em>cruel</em>. You cannot without Purgation if they took the Up escalator <strong>"O yeah?"</strong> sayeth God. <strong>"Watch this."</strong> sHe huffed, sHe puffed, and sHe blew his worthless house down with our F-16s. <strong><em>SSS</em></strong>mokin', baby</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>---</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Another example of why we must Purgatory for salvation, <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">HUGH HEFNER</span></em></strong> Do you, America, think God's gonna simply overlook all the airbrushed lovelies he's screwed-in-the-head over the years and admit that recumbent mortal into Heaven after he croaks? <em>N O T</em>. That's <em>one more</em> of the reasons why we must <em>'pay-up'</em> for our free will choices. You're askance, Hef; whot you need is some <strong><em>3D</em></strong> glasses. Err, I mean, the <strong><em>third</em></strong> mystery of the Glorious Rosary, the <em>Descent</em> of the Holy Spirit who gives discernment to all who ask. Isn't abortion basically a matter of personal freedom? Didn't your hot Bunnies ask you for some extra cash to kill which you both impregnated and provided, Hef? <strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">QUESTION:</span></em></strong> Why, then, do we have the Abyss of Hellfire if all our sins are forgiven in this Finite Span of existence? You think just because Jesus forgave U.S. at Holy-Roller-Baptism we're going straight to Heaven when we breathe our last? <em>N O T</em>. <strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">ANSWER:</span></em></strong> I read and researched, through a lot of study, deep below the earth, there's realms of differing levels, nearer to Hell for those whose sins demand a greater punishment by God because, after Baptism, we did them with our own free will<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">...</span></strong> and, of course, less for good behaviour. God's <strong><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">ex</span></em></strong>-tremely fair:<span style="font-size:78%;"> y</span>ou get whot you paid for. Funny to me how some religions never have a state of preparation for contamination before we enter the Utopian Paradise <strong>"Wall, sheeet, Paw. I done rekkkon thay'll find out," </strong>sez Billy-Jo-Bob from Arkansaw.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>-</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Yet another example of why we MUST have Purgatory for salvation is <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">FRED PHELPS and the Phelpcites </span></em></strong>You're just causing more hatred and contempt when the world doesn't need any more hatred and contempt at this present hour <strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"><em>FACT:</em></span></strong> You're never gonna change them with violence, though, a smile does wonders. Ever think of that? Pro'bly not. Pro'bly don't think too much - old Freddy and his pseudo, paralytic church are a contemplative, collective depravity desperately distorting the truth.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>---</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">As I was riding to Assumption one day before yesterday for 5 o'clock Mass, I saw a homeless dude, thin, scrawny, just outta jail, begging on the sidewalk. I asked him if he'd been Baptized for entrance into the Kingdom. Ummm, no. Nadda prob, but you must have some water for the RITE of Baptism. And, yes, I can certainly baptize because <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">1.</span></strong> I'm a staunch Catholic, <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">2.</span></strong> the apostles did, following orders from God who gives freely, and <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">3.</span></strong> more importantly, if there's a dying person and you're the only one there, you must. You do want them in the Kingdom, don't you? If God's no respecter of person's, pal, neither am I. Looking around, I spotted an almost empty, beer bottle, baptizing him with Canadian beer.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>---</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>"Yo! Don'chu gimme no jivetok, Jesus," </strong>I'll sayeth after I croak. <strong>"Water is water, baby. Don't matter if it has hops. I hopped right to his salvation, dude."</strong></span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-28323621076428479102008-09-21T18:10:00.032-05:002012-10-19T18:44:45.425-05:00A long, long time ago...<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">in Punxatawny, PA, when I was staying with my uncle before they called him away to Pittsburgh in the seminary, I wanted to start my own dojo <em>(Japanese: karate school)</em>, all dressed-up in my old gi, new black belt, and sat, stroking my chin, wondering how I could attract them precious, lil' youngins, knowing I'd have to do something totally insane and stupendous to appeal to them to stop by my <em>RongWay dojo</em> <strong><span style="color: red;"><em>I'll eat some worms!!</em></span></strong> <strong><em>Yeah!!</em></strong> Yummmy!! I rushed off the hilltop to fetch me a shovel with my John Belushi/Animal House/<em>"What am I?"</em> as he was standing o'er the joks table <span style="color: red;"><strong><em>Hot-dog</em></strong><strong><em>!!</em></strong></span> Boy, you shoulda seen those kids!! Eyes wide, their jaws dropped, <strong><em>BIG</em></strong> mutha nightcrawlers, wriggglin and ferocious, very hard2hold with my deathgrip. Yep. That did it. They <strong>-</strong> were <strong>-</strong> appalled. Worms have protein, right? <em>HeeHee </em>I ate five, didn't bawrf, lived till morning. Whew. Thank you, Jesus <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> <strong><em>PS</em></strong> Withe economy on the precipice, I think it'd be a <strong><em>verrry</em></strong> good idea to eat worms when you're out of food. Not very filling, but if you eat many of 'em, nutritious, delicious, crunchy with nuts. Do I<em>??</em> I eat pasta. Same thing.</span></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-91726294404830102892008-09-21T12:08:00.025-05:002012-10-19T18:45:46.576-05:00A Farmhand's Foolish 'Faux-Pas'<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">America today? In complete disarray. Both parties, especially the Democrats, tried and failed to <em>'save-some-face'</em> by putting God on the back burner for political gain <em><strong><span style="color: red;">Wrong</span></strong></em> Our blog, our obtrusive stalWORDS. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong>"I AM thy only rightful where,"</strong> sayeth the Lion of Judah. <strong>"I AM thy only rarest sight. Learn to live together, without alla those whips and tethers, for yourself and your fruitful vine; that isn't what I had in mind for you, without alla that super-glue"</strong> <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">When I was only five-years-old in jolly kindergarden, the teacher couldn't believe it; I read every, single, large, print book in that teeny, tiny library. Knowledge is <em><strong>POW!</strong></em><span style="font-size: 100%;">er, </span>not disgraceful, hateful violence which might putcha in Hell if we perish withat on your soul, for violence is basically hatred of your brother: <strong><em>John 15:18-19</em></strong> The reason Almighty God permits some suffering to come into our Finite Existence is precisely this: to see which direction we'll fly once we die given the teachings of Jesus' morality <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> So, get off thy can, America! Quit showing-off thy gluteus-maximus downstairs!! Capture, congeal, collate! Yes, try the demo, too! Don't you wish everyone could have a demo lifetime? To see what becomes of us? Wouldn't you pick only the finest, the best? You can, ya know. Just gotta believe, bud. God'll take care of the rest <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> As the glorious Day draws near for a few and the Darkness of the Eternal Night swiftly approaches for most, do whot I do in your own lifetime - <strong>pray, fast, give, repent</strong>. Use the time well that remains for both your own salvation and that of others who don't know <em>how</em> to struggle withe challenges of the <em>'Divine Comedy'</em>. There are only <strong><span style="color: #cccccc;"><em>TWO</em></span></strong> banquets submitted to humanity, <strong><span style="color: #cccccc;"><em>TWO</em></span></strong> invitations we may take part in. But, yet, there ain't no food in incendiary Gehenna, only nasty clay and filthy water if you find any. May have evaporated. Wonder why <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> You're standing and staring at the <a href="http://www.guggenheim.org/">Guggenheim</a> in NYC. Tall, huge, weird, preponderous, modern-art-genre-thang with many neet-o levels fulla neet-o objects. Could get lost inside. Take you forever to explore. Might never be found again. Whew. Time-out. Got bad brains. Feeling dizzy. Gotta... see... a neurologist. And that's just on the outside. As you're walking in, prepared to meet this provacative onslaught, you notice how some twigs have fallen to the earth, very short, very dead, very brittle. Realize the correlation yet between Heaven Above (the Guggenheim) versus the twigs (our lives)<em>??</em> Yes, I realize I'm painting a pretty bleek picture of our longevity; however, you must also realize that whot I say is the axiomatic, objective <strong><em>TRUTH</em></strong>: we'll all be <em>dead</em> someday, some of U.S. more dead<em><strong>er</strong></em> than Janet. And dat da fak, Jak. Don't you love your conscience typed-out?<em> </em><strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> <strong>PS</strong> Reminds me of Pink Floyd's heavy LSD use: <em>" ... you rearrange me till I'm sane."</em> God <em><strong>doesn't</strong></em> use drugs, God only uses B/W relevance; Heaven Above is our drug, and what a bloody, marvelous high <em>that</em> is, mate. Who does in the opposite realm? Who uses the ending world to <em>smooothly</em> seduce, leading you to the Abyss, where ya won't find <strong><em>any</em></strong> lights? Think about that. I know you gots a large, gray matter between the lot o'youse.</span></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-74777971788897849742008-09-19T10:34:00.045-05:002012-10-19T18:46:44.531-05:00Am I then become your enemy because I speak the truth? -Galations 4:16<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>Hear ye! O hear ye!!</em></strong> Of whot great honor, <strong>O</strong> swarthy person, are thy worldly satisfactions which so very offen lead U.S. into mortal sin withe very great opportunity of Eternal Damnation<em>???</em> Jesus simply Divinely Judges you; He <em>didn't</em> do your ghastly vice which has spread like the black plague, He <em>didn't</em> decide on which way to vamoose <em>'apres la mort'</em> -</span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"> <span style="color: red;"><strong>WE</strong></span> decide which realm we'll reside in at death's hour; <strong><span style="color: red;">WE</span></strong> decide up or down. Connect the dots, pal, to see the regurgitated <strong>[a-hem]</strong> of the Liar <strong>The truth shall set you free<em>!!!</em></strong> but, yet, most of U.S. don't wanna hear the Truth, <span style="color: red;"><strong>WE</strong></span> prefer deceit and vanity. That's exactly why many of U.S. die an eternal death in the Abyss of Hellfire <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> Just as Heaven is above, Hell is below. Whether you wanna believe in the Abode of the Damned, makes lil' difference to me. We've tried. Can't save'm all. Lookit, just because you don't wanna believe the earth is round, doesn't disprove its reality; just because most people, before this brazen blog came out, didn't know the location of Timbuktu, as Fr. F.X. Schouppe points out, they say it doesn't exist. A purely mythological place fulla pink elephants<em>??</em> <em><strong><span style="color: red;">WRONG</span></strong> </em>Africa. Mali. Niger river. Again, would a gang-banger be so stupid as to believe there ain't no juvee jail for their crimes<em>??</em> Would they not enter into it for believing it ain't there<em>??</em> See the futility of atheists<em>??</em> When this lifetime is over in the time it takes God to envision Himself without you<em>??</em> <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> Think, dude. Think of alla the luxurious <em>PLEASURE</em> you <strong>can</strong> have for <em>ETERNITY</em>.</span></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-57827711381854129592008-08-31T18:46:00.016-05:002012-10-19T18:48:44.461-05:00Hey, you, Jeff Spikoli...<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">Gotta reset the table, folks; gotta change the silverware into plastic. Those knives might kill someone. Seems few people know how to choose <em>RIGHT</em> from wrong, left from <em>RIGHT</em> anymore. The Masons, a cover for something far more sinister, tells the uneduacated, <strong><em>"Fine to have an abortion! To fornicate! Take Seealis - make your prick seeable!! Only thing that matters!! Have anal sex! Do witchcraft and worship the moon!! Fall in love with your car!! The Abyss is cool!! All you do in Heaven is play a harp for all Eternity!! How boring"</em></strong> Actually, all your myopic visions are wrong - it takes faith and trust, something you're never gonna have unless you grow-up and turn-off the world coming at you through thy TV. Fewer still have the moxie to tok about anything other than their own perverse perversions in psychotherapy <strong><em>"Resistence is futile!"</em></strong> screams Freud. The common refrain? <strong><em>"Pay up"</em></strong> Only money. Only thenselves. Much less schizophrenic Satan who we've quickly and quietly pushed-under-the-shrinks-sofa in this age of the SuperEgo; in this era of sex and violence, we think <em>absolutely</em> nothing of mass murder. Is abortion any different? <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> Control, control, control. What I had to learn for my black belt. You want Heaven, don'tcha? Rather than the other, stanky place? Think a second, G-man. If you <em>FALL</em> into the Confessional regular and repent like me, a sinner like you, you'll avoid the <em>FALL</em> that ends in death. You aren't independant, America. I'm <strong>CO</strong>-dependant with God. God made U.S. God shall demand an account of your Finite Existence when I perish. You do, too, though most of U.S. are in a state of denial. You think you're independant. Thus, pride works its way in. Whot was the Devil'</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">s first sin? Pride <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> Yes, my Lord God is much stronger than granite, as mighty as a whole mountain range; yet, as soft and lofty as the whisper-thin-wings of a butterfly. God's much stronger than this <em>weeek</em> planet (we're only here for a <em>weeek</em>). But, yet, there's one thing God's a wimp over <strong>-</strong> our free-will. That's precisely the reason so few of U.S. anymore <em>'rise-up'</em> outta the grave. We ain't robots, folks; we have a pee brain. And if that pee brain, controlled by the chip, tells U.S. to turn-away from God at the Last Second, God'll respect that as He'll do anytime with free-will <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> A better Way home is this: if you wanna change both your life and what this once, mighty country believed in, other than the <em>'trés-laissez-faire'</em> capitalism that's rotting our souls by corroding and nullifying our culture by wasting-away our youth <strong><em>GOTTA BE AN 'ANIMAL-FARM, MTV, WHITE-TRASH-CULTURE!!'</em></strong> We built it up; we had our fun at the expense of God's planet. Now, we must take it down; like a pinata, a snake among snake charmers, subliminally hiding amidst the LEFT, waiting ever so patiently to strike and poison our country beyond repair, hear me, BO<em>??</em> Gosh, most of U.S. bow and scrape before the LEFT<em>!!</em> This abombination-like-god which might go off at any second, elevated to new heights <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> If you'll help destroy whot we have all come to believe is right through reading <strong><span style="color: red;">our</span></strong> blog, I have the missing link between our Lord and humanity: purity, not necessarily perfection. Know whot my Treason was? I put a T before <strong>'reason'</strong> because that's precisely the Cross <span style="font-size: 78%;">i</span> to bear as a believer <strong><em><span style="color: #cccccc;">CONFORMITY IS THE CATALYST OF MATURITY</span></em></strong> <strong><em><span style="color: red;">PS</span></em></strong> While slow as Calvary's victorious soil am I, slightly more of a procrastinator than the slovenly slug I am. Loitering on the clammy corner of their greasy-spoon, turning events over and over in my et-cetera mind, much like a TV dinner caressed far beyond the reality of soul-food, the world, the momentum is out there, somewhere Upstairs, haunting me, taunting me withe desire to be something which I can't put my middle finger on. Every time I forge ahead to be a staunch loyalist, I fall back to the intersection of a turncoat. Wow. Gee. Darn. Guess I'm mortal after all. We went to the Great Beyond in a tiny Spitfire, but only I fell outta line in a pragmatic parachute, more dead-than-alive, captured once again by the world gone blind; perhaps Janet's precious star in the twilight is my cue, but I'm far too mortal to glue the pieces back. Grrr <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> Just as Milton in <em>Paradise Lost</em> justified captivity to the truth, so I wanna express the monolithic Rock of the cathedral pointing to Heaven rather than the Abode of the Damned, for they know not whot they do, subsisting on live prey. Like an anti-establishment aeroplane, I <em><strong>WiseAbove</strong></em> to where she's waiting. You should, too. Don't let this worthless society now lead you to ruin, where the emphasis is on ME, ME, ME<em>!!!</em> <em><strong>SKREW YOU, dude!!!</strong></em> Whateva. I <em>won't</em> be waiting around for you. Gotta party, girly. Look me up, k? Cool. <em>[clik]</em></span></div>
-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-9941132328543649182008-08-27T12:08:00.023-05:002009-12-11T21:01:54.067-06:00IN H.O.G. SIGNO<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Ever wonder how I turned-out so blessed by the Almighty?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>SPEAK NOT FOR</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>37 HOURS !!!!!</em></span></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Betcha can't go that long. Betcha fifty dolla. Betcha in <em>TEN</em>, <em>WHOLE</em>, <em>MINUTES</em> (w o w) you're blabbin' about the transitory once again. Betcha. How mucha wanna<em>??</em> There's always Pay-Pal, sly. You simply don't wanna, refusing to lower yourself like a subhuman who can't tok; you can't stand to be without your precious, over-priced speech, refusing to lower your costly EGO to acknowledge the Higher Power which you very well know is above. You wanna be a five-star, girly-man on wheels with your MeatMan tucked in thy jeans. Ya gotta live fast, dude<em>!!</em> Lay lottsa women<em>!!</em> Die young of AIDS<em>!!</em> ...if that's <strong><em>not</em></strong> the <em>epitome</em> of <em>stupidy.</em> Yet, this is precisely what our now-society, who focuses on the <em>ME, ME, ME</em> objective is telling U.S. I won't be joining you. And why not<em>??</em> The two words <em>'mortal sin'</em>, should you perish, and you shall, don't look too well plastered all o'thy soul. Most people in <strong><em>Poland</em></strong> think that's stupid <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> Of course, sed the Source, no one wants damnation. No one. Those who think they do, the Liar is called that precisely because he is one, a <em>GIANT</em> dumbass <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>HAWRHAWRHAWR</em></span></strong> Again, that choice is entirely yours; you can most certainly goto the Abyss o'Misery forever, nobody's stopping you, but woe unto you, anathema. Just as God never sends anyone Downstairs outta spite, <strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"><em>we</em></span></strong> do! We make the grievous error of following the Liar of the world; <strong><span style="color:#cccccc;"><em>we</em></span></strong> make a decision with our free-will to reject Jesus at the Last Moment, a decision that'll last forever and a day, a decision the Liar welcomes with joy for he wants to gain <em>ANOTHER</em> soul due to your novel, cretinous unenlightenment <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> Where were we? A-hem. Know whot I did for more than five, bloody years? Know how I learned mega-patience, <span style="font-size:85%;">[im]</span>maturity, wisdom, security, the ability to croak for another person at the drop-of-a-hat, and a plethora of other neet-o adjectives? Know why I'm such a risque iconoclast?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>-</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>SPEAK NOT FOR</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>37 HOURS !!!!!</em></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>-</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Follow me close on my spell card. Good. Now, do it <em>five</em>, <em>whole</em>, <em>years</em>. Yes, in public and in school<em>!!</em> On the Southern Illinois University campus. On the job. With gorgeous girls in bars. Ouch. At the House o'Voodoo withe angst punk-U-ations. Sitting in my cage, talking to Debra. They call you all sortsa nifty, tasty things, like a cohesive fool. Dats... gud... <em><strong>yes</strong>??</em> Like Pavlov's dogs, awaiting their <em>scrrrumptious</em> treat? Ah, the glorious life of a modern-day-martyr. Too bad there ain't more like me <strong>Boo-Hoo</strong> Keep me far, far away from my sardonic satire, please. After 39 years, nonetheless, I cycled twice from here to there, made a killer <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/URL">URL</a> and a hot-dog-blog, and finally let go of the rule of law withe screw-on-lid, gravity, soon to get a Harley Low Rider to pass'm out to distant cities <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> As I sed in the not-so-distant-past, when events are slowly coming to a close, winter's swiftly approaching, and I'll be <em>jammin</em><strong>N</strong><em>rockin</em> with Steve Miller Upstairs long before you know it, I don't wanna make a name for myself so much anymore. I used to, when I was a random, atomic cluster; I used to, when I felt a literal nausea at alla them cheezy, <em>Jeee-sis</em> freeks; I used to, when I was completely surrounded by passive/agressive coppers who were just itching to start something and <em>'habeas corpus'</em> my attitude; I used to, when I was young and naive, riding 88 miles to a far, far distant shore; I used to, when the cows came home after a long, hot day of mooing at the system, when I heard the <a href="http://www.hells-angels.com/">Hells Angels</a> were in town and wanted everyone to avoid the dark. Yeah, it was a long, hot time ago, fulla ferocious compassion <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> Funny thing is, I had a Cabondale (IL) Community High School English teacher who sed, get this, <strong><em>I - was - destined</em></strong> to become a writer. In my teens nonetheless<em>!!</em> At <em>seventeen!!!</em> You aren't serious?! You cannot be serious?! He knew, of course, because I had become so prolific with my crazy, alphanumeric device, he sed to me one day after class, <strong><em>"Son, with alla those thots running 'round thy head, you're gonna write a novel someday"</em></strong> Gosh, if he wasn't correct - three of 'em. Here's to you, Pops <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">---</span></strong> So, let's not make excuses anymore, America; starting now, let's see who's got the moxie in this country. If <strong><em>eye</em></strong> can for more than five, <em>freekin</em>, years, certainly <strong><em>you</em></strong> can for 37 wee hours. Or, go right ahead, subhuman!! Be one of the few, the proud, the marine-life<em>!!</em></span></div>-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00241446130197185049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407274638215302329.post-5293287627413209332008-08-26T00:57:00.018-05:002012-10-19T18:49:44.293-05:00SOMEDAY...<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">A long, long time ago, when I first started our manuscript (<strong><span style="color: red;">God</span></strong>/<span style="font-size: 78%;">i</span>) in my errie basement, withe crickets chirping at 1:55.55 and who-knows-what's-creaking-in-the-dark, I wrote the title of my first novel in French, <em>'La Mort Avoisinante'</em> (<span style="font-size: 85%;"><em>the Death Adjacent</em></span>). Janet was, still is, mind you, a beautiful, sweet, mature, nascent young woman whom I so loved, as French is those same, four adjectives, too. <em>'NASCENT'</em> meaning, basically, at the moment one is set free from earth. See the similarities?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">My <em>'engaging'</em> Papa pulled this outta some cardboard box sometime in 1991 when he was going to High Ridge, MO; my parents had gotten an annulment many years before and... hmmm... I thot about joining and becoming a sturdy, nondescript Roman just to see. Gulp. That dragon was <strong><em>HUGE</em></strong>, my short sword-of-faith was small. Nevertheless, all things are possible: I was studying <strong>RCIA</strong> at his house, that fabled, elusive ubiquity which Cortez was trying to find, when my Pop sed to me in his erudite, psychiatric, <em>'obiter distum'</em> (Latin: <em>'offhand remark'</em>), <em><strong>"Would you like to see something?"</strong></em> crisp and clean, nice and neat, the way a neurosurgeon speaks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">Could not believe mine eyes. Where'd this come from<em>??</em> A very realistic poem with gentian-like-qualities written when I was only twelve <strong><em><span style="color: red;">Twelve!</span></em></strong> Twelve years outta the womb and already I have this much e<strong>manna</strong>tive insight<em>!!</em> True, true. Very <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/opuscule">opuscule</a>, very immature and unpolished, but the mercurial-mustang-piece speaks a surplus of volumes. Whoa, girl. Easy now. Ain't braggin, brudda. It must've come from above </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>NOTE:</em></strong> <em>Waaay</em> before Goth. Those dudes are simply trying to show-off how much they look like post-mortem-stiffs. If that's too morbid, kindly return this alien novel from the stars where I'm from and ask for your moolah back-to-the-future where you should be, instead of guys dressing-up as girls in neurotic, Neanderthal make-up in the fifteenth century <strong><span style="color: red;">---</span></strong> </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">You'll find in the third paragraph, not to mention the whole gun, err, I mean, <em>piece</em>, I've always, always, <em><strong>always</strong></em> had a calculated fascination with death, with what lies on the other side. Of course, my gramps, on my father's side, was an undertaker. Ah! Now we see! He used to kid, <strong><em>"Nope. No shortage of money. Somebody's always dying"</em></strong> I find that extremely hilarious. That's pro'bly where I get my supersonic, cavalier attitude - my grokking, too [<strong><em>grasping something without having to consult a manuel</em></strong> - coined by Robert A. Heinlein]. And, of course, our wreck, which heightened the whole process of efficient mortification. Perhaps that was in fact a Divine Conundrum. Let's begin with your childhood, shall we?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong>Winter of 1982:</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">Thoughts are blooming in my mind,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">other thoughts are dying;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">I've to pick just the right kinds,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">still my mind is flying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">How many stories have I read?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">Still in my mortal lifetime to spend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">Where has it gone into my head?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">Still it comes and never ends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">Have I got the last to write?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">For there are songs still to be sung.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">My head abounds with things to say,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;">I stuttered from birth to age 15;</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"><strong><em>PLAGIARIZE AWAY, AMERICA!!!</em></strong></span></div>
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