What'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.

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.

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.

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...

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...

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.

Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.
See you Upstairs...
I won't be joining them in the Abyss.

Ever wonder why the left is figuratively on the left when they face their Final Judgment?

Only God saves. Only the left knaves. And dats da troof, brudda.
"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."
(repeat as many times as necessary)

Dunno where I first heard this - probably at St. Jo 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 this, 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 only use that pejorative term because a lotta youse don't give a rat's ass nor care where your indelible soul goes after this lifelong demise). 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, "I Am the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last" - in one eyeblink, like a sandcastle, like Janet, 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. "Crossing the bar" (Tennyson) which sez it all. Choose it, dude, or lose it. Chop, chop. And, no, I'm never arrogant; I'm conFIDent. Why? Because I don't sit around growing fat watching the boob-tube every freekn night, watching allah them dead-heads controlled by moolah. 

So, let Almighty God establish His permanent evidence in YOU today, where you're not afraid nor are you squeeemish at the put-downs, cut-offs, or whorizontal diss-loyalty to YOU or anyone. Say a short prayer, "For them, sweetheart, for U.S." and let it go (make the sign of the Cross, too: the cranium of our Mary, the feet, and two hands). Why should YOU care? Aren't they mortal? Aren't they gonna croak just like you??? [profoundly puzzled] Aren't they just a taaad 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 (and, after a bike wide, I toot undiplomatically frictional). 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.

   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, trapdoor spiders 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 IN, you don't gotta see me anymoe! for! the length and breadth of eternity!!! How cool is that?? [once you're in Purgatory, you're eventually in Seventh-Heaven - let's hope Jesus has mercy on his soul]

Finis Coronat Opus
(Latin: end crowns [the] work)
 Better find a New Lover: 3rdWay

Picture a square centimeter on a football field; now, picture 999,999,999... sextillion football fields. Which is our finite existence? Which is Heaven -or- 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 'lucus a non lucendo' (Latin: any paradoxical or absurd derivation). Don't be ignorant, folks. Repent. Obey.
Your life depends on it.

  That whorizontal homosexual sed, “I don’t believe in the god you serve”, the woman in Kentucky should’ve sed, “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.” She is the Wosa Parks of today; furthermore, if you reeed the Bible [look-up the reeed which always bends, yet stays planted in the Trinity: 1 Corinthians 6:9-10] 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 MEN! do anymore... exactly why Jesus sez, "Many are called, but few are chosen (to go Upstairs)." endOstory...     
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 (my gorgeous, wonderfull, indelible, bombastic sweetheart and I - Janet was DOA and...) I saw Heaven for a brief instant or a little less than a month. Dunno. That was a long time ago: I began looking not to the asymmetric whoremoans for my eternity but the Verticall; nevertheless, I began by calling myself a Dr. (I saw a realm which not many people see till they croak - worthy of a doctor status); kold_kadavr_flatliner (I was in 'Matre Dei' [Latin: 'Mother of God', a Catholic choirch on 8th] 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); and M.D. (i AM a Christian, celebrating the 'magna est veritas et praevaleBIT' [Latin: truth is mighty and shall prevail] - not a lil' BIT, but Jesus shall wipe allah them off the earth). While my 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, JEEE-sis!! (as the black, Southern baptists shout on a sweltering night in Mississippi - old Negros are cool) has requested I'm to win souls for God. N'dats whot I'm gonna do till the day I croak. God bless you.

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1. if you have moolah left-over, donate it to the person behind you in the grocery (God will not and cannot be outdone, thus, giving YOU mega blessings) -or- give it to TRM; 2. 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 or at temple (precisely how all the great saints acted: they were extremely humble, never caring about what the dead-head-world thought); 3. carry your literal cross at times - what? you too scared of the big, bad world? poor thing. guess Satan's gotcha, leading you down to the Abyss where you'll wish you were dead; 4. pick-up the trash around the house and/or in your house as best as you're able; 6. don't ever watch TV anymore - I threw mine over the balcony yeeers ago (good riddance) 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. don't ask the people in Hell; 8. 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 love you' to the girly-babies. ask how old they are; ask what's their name. women looove 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 not abort; 9. say the family Rosary - doesn't matter if you aren't Catholic: our Mother is the Queen of Humanity; 10. don't go to filthy movies anymore - except for Star Wars, VII and Lord of the Rings, of course; 11. don't do rampant abortion... or you'll pay the price sooner or later; 12. don't do the worship of Follywood - all a bigga #@!! wastea time; 14. don't forget the Divine Mercy at 3am or 3pm - a POW!erfull Way home (besides saying the Rosary); 15. I believe it to be also a POW!erfull way to build-up your antibodies: every week, once per week, drop food on the floor (I picked-up a broccoli spear off the grocery floor). why not? cannot hurt. just builds-up your antibodies; 16. repeat this prayer: 'Jesus, Mary, Joseph! I love you! Save them souls!' (repeat) ...or: 'send the Warning easy on those of U.S. who love You alone' (repeat) ...or: 'whatever You want, Jesus, is what I want' (a fantastic Way of setting your priorities straight); 17. and, puh-leeze, don't 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, 'say YES, class'; 18. tell me something: where-O-where does it say anything about reincarnation in the Bible? it DOESN'T. Nada. Nil. Zilch. you got one life, pal. use it for His Glory. don't abuse it; 19. don't be greedy; don't be stuck-up like you're so much better than the rest of humanity: you're a sinful mortal who's left with only 2 options... and 1 of 'em ain't too cool after you're six-feet-under; 20. don't be a part of YouthInAsia, err, I mean, 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 (precisely why the Warning's happening); 21. don't 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 22. and don't do Mega-Fornication like the porn stars who die-out like a BlackHole; 23. 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 vs. the pro-jexx-kneegrow with glazed over eyes, gang bangin', whore slappin', drug dealin'; snoBOMBa loooves that kind: they're on welfare, waiting for the day when they'll have much BAGGIER 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?? Nope. Jesus talked with authority... not like them who have no respect for authority. Not even God; 24. don't do disgusting sodomy, gays. Jesus, our Lord and God, wouldn't even think of that, yet, He has mercy on the homosexuals till death; 25. before you go to bed, kids, ya gotta wanna have 2 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 (all of Hell cannot and will not fight her because all of Hell know they'd lose like a worthless kok that's attached to a transvestite): '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' -our Mother; 27. and, no, I'm not 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 STOP supporting the homocidal homosapien in the OpaqueDomicile; 28. 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 DO fart if you ask'm, though I personally wouldn't recommend it; however, the Abyss o'Misery?? the freek'n stench of Hell is worse than a dead ho sitting outside for ten days in August... and the demons won't giveAshit if you'd not prefer to lay on toppa her. I'm as serious as Hells Angels in a rumble; 30. pray for me... because I sure pray for you: like I sed many times before, does not matter if you aren't a Catholic (when we git up there, bro, there's only One God). And what does Romans 10:10 say? Gotcha. Moot point; 31. if you put a lantern under some clothing, soon, it'll catch fire and it grows dark cuzza lack of O² - precisely the Way our society has become: if Jesus is the Source of oxygen, we have cut-off the physiology; if you go to a Lighthouse, the Lighthouse, Jesus, bringing 'ships' in, ocean liners carrying thousands of people - that ship is none other than US. absolutely nobody shall say at thy Final Judgment, coming forward with a raised hand, 'yes, I'm guilty, too; I had a part in their condemnation' if you saw what the eternal, stanky Abyss is like; 32. I think, therefore, I am: will you rise-up or descend after this learning process on earth?? only YOU can decide; 34. 'heer ye! O heer ye!!' spoke ye town Crier. 'alla ye niggs, wiggs, white trash, and high-performance-hypocrites-fueled-by-large-mouths!! lissen to us. God utterly despises proudness; God totally 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 must reciprocate by wok'n AND chew'n gum which God expects from U.S. poor subhumans (the epitome of humility). ain't too difficult, dead-heads'; 35. we THINK we can, but we cannot control God: God controls us through our free will. Think about that; 36. I heard about the seedy, diabolical vermin (33+ year olds) infecting our schools looking for sex and I gotta lotta say about that, too, coming from a trained black belt: First, if he puts his R hand on your shoulder from the back when your sitting, take your L and twist his hand (doesn't matter which hand); 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; 37. good job, Joe! Don't be so fast to deal-out the blame, though, when our own kuntry has its own problems like abortion and homosexuality which botha youse have done zilch. perfect example of 'transverlism' (where the perpatrator blames it on another). jussay'n...
1. Who the HELL wants Hell??? Nasty darkness, eternal starvation, and Satan lies like a Persian rug. Only 2 choices after death, pal, and 1 of em ain't too cool. To win your fight, choose LIGHT, choose RIGHT. Make Your Choice -SAW 2. Meet this ex-mortal Upstairs for the most-extra-groovy, pleasure-beyond-measure, ultra-yummy-party-hardy-reality-addiction-24/7, babe, you DO NOT wanna miss Hell - it hasn't gone away: you cannot 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 Most of the souls in the Abyss o'Misery are those who disbelieved there was a Hell -Saint Faustina (dairy 741) writes, "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" How do you avoid it and go to Purgatory or, in a few cases, Heaven? Merciful Word: we must forgive them, we must comfort them if we're able; Merciful Deed: any of the corporal works of mercy; Merciful Prayer: 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? Awesome. 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 quixotic smorgasbord?
I'm neither a Republican nor a Democrat; I stand for Almighty God precisely because God Almighty is whom we ALL must answer to at TheEnd. Ron Raygun was pretty cool.
No matter how wealthy or wise you become or what fortress or castle you superfluously encase thyself in or how much moolah thy greedy, optic nerve encompasses to live a few more years, you're still gonna croak, pal. The length of time it takes a weee gnat to swallow her weee phood, that's precisely how long our weee existence is: to-the-point of the TRI-angle when we'll be judged based on how worthy our lives were. Personally?? I have absolutely no fear of my judgment: fulla abundant faith, superSEEDinjury, and steadfastly carrying my Cross to The End, while moreNmore of U.S. cannot break-away from what the Liar sed. Nevertheless, compared to our weee lives, the TRI-angle is a deliberate incomprehensibility prepared by our Father in Heaven, towering for decillions and nonillions of eons and then summore, a rock-solid-standard of persuasion to the savvy Asians. AGAIN, like I described in our three novels, we have how long on this earth? 88? 97? 111? meeesly years? If you're as smart as I in my head injuredness, you'll see that ain't that long to decide --- 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). Amen to pi...

I Been Telling Youse For Yeeers...

IMMENSELY INTENSE, informative, insightfull, truthfull, and, dare I say, entertaining. That's sooo common knowledge: millions of souls are RUSHING! STORMING!! Hell in their stupidity, thinking, 'ain't no place, bud - how could God love charcoaling people?' by preferring to live lives the way YOU wanna. America, if you don't believe in one, you're more than likely to fall into Hell - please don't stick-yer-head in the sand AND/OR delve into a man's excessively bawdy, cheezy bunghole in S/M (I know exactly what some gays do - my Dad counsiled'm in psychotherapy [there's a Way out, homosexuals, or any person who wants to break-free]). Remember: there ain't no coming back if you don't like it, as well as there ain't no going to Hell, either, once in Purgatory much less the Delightfull Realm: 1. Love thy God alone, 2. Love thy neighbor non-sexually, and 3. Pray the Holy-Roller-Rosary daily --- But, alas! The SuperEgo!! 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 Masons and our insufficient, vainglorious prez. I'm more than ready to be a martyr Objects like the Rosary, Saint Benedicts medal, HolyWater, Crucifix... 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 FROM the profanely, powerLESS polluted world by the Trinity precisely because God's not part of this world, yet, the world isn't separate from Him precisely because the earth only exists through God. Understand?? The Trinity's a Gordian enigma - we'll only begin to understand God for eternity in Heaven; God also surpasses U.S. infinitelyNmorally, 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. Every - one of U.S. deserves Heaven, and rightfully so - Hell was made for the Devil and his dagnasty angels, but not all of U.S. achieve the sanctity or humility needed in this Lifelong Demise. Hope me does. Again, focus, focus, focus on God, not on the world Help is always here: Want Heaven, doya? Pick-out two, hefty piecesOplywood, k? Cut'm up, glue'm tight, let'm dry overnight, and ta-da!! Reeeeel easy to enter Paradise: just gotta wanna. Begin now: GLORY2GOD!!! Jesus came not to bring a sporadic, fermented piece of e-harmony, not to assuage like a wussmaster and be all swiss-cheese-like; Jesus Christ came to divideNconqueer, divide the masses along the toughness of thy mind - anyone can have BIG biceps as you're listening to Blue Oyster Cult at Maximus (that's weeek); to derive/drive the Way Home, to illuminate the astute, too, and be a voluminous anchor to those hardcore people who only wanna live for the death of diplomacy, the inauguration of something invincible, the Greatest Expectation: the resurrection of the Renaissance. Jesus came to be a wooFMaster: He'll blow - you - away, toots Be ready!!


If sow bugs loooooove to crawl under rocks to find safety from the world, I guess I'm a total-rolly-polly and Jesus is my ROCK: HOW LONG IS ETERNITY? Say the universe is as long as California (N2S), k? Furthermore, say the literal number 999999999... ran ALL the way upNdown that state in a Papyrus font. That alone would make anybody's soul pleased PRECISELY because you know FOR A FACT, JACK, that numeral would eventually come to an end, finally reach the epilogue. Not so with Hell: we ABHOR with a passion the horrors of the damned, just lookit SAW, yet! 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 'play' that to our detriment - he hates YOU with a passion, too, and SAW is forever, dude HOW LONG IS ETERNITY?? Our existence is exactly like a TRI-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 TWO sides eventually meet, the TWO ultimately converge, or it wouldn't be called a TRI-angle, it'd be called a wreck-tangle like what happened to us. A triangle grows together, nevertheless, the TRI-nity: exactly how God wants it, that's how God made us. Who can argue and fight the DudeMan?? Can you? Wow. I'd love to see you kick-His-ass. You're nuthin... more NUTHIN' if you sin. Better be humble, kid. You're not all that. Nevertheless, a stopping point is decided for all - our mortal demise. My point? Dunno. Just like toking bout TRI-angles because they're very mortal; we can rise-up into the hourglass for eternity!! And what a lovely hourglass She is --- In your Finite Existence, pick wisely wherest thou goest, k? Ain't no comin' back if you don't like it ('cept for moi, aussi and how I, through God's grace, will rescue souls from Hell, one-by-one [women first] - takes forever, man, because I gottawhooooolelotta lovin' to do Upstairs). And, believe-you-me, you won't after three seconds or less. God'll sayeth unto thee, 'Son, you made thy choice' 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. God does love U.S. passionate-ly; however, that doesn't take away our FREE WILL to turn away, descending into the passionate flames - whatever WE choose for our eternity, the Trinity will graciously bestow upon U.S. The blessed will not care what angle they're regarded from, having nothing to hide -W.H.Auden