Everybody wants to stay relevant. Taking selfies ad nauseum. Needing to be told that they are cared for all the fuckin time or better yet, loved every second of every damned day.
Law Enforcement Officials wanting kudos and credit for arresting the bad guy. Ain't that their fuckin job? Fire-persons wanting to be recognized for putting out those horrible fires. Again, ain't that their fuckin job? Military people that want to be honored for fighting for our country. The draft long since gone; hence, military personnel contracting to do a fuckin military job. No one forced any of these professionals to sign up to do their fuckin job; yet, for some reason we, as a populous, must be politically correct in respecting and honoring these people for just doing their fuckin job? The fuck? Well, I say fuck that!
What has happened to just: I am doing a good fuckin job because I am paid to do the job which I signed up to do? What's wrong with being just regular ol' normal having to go to work Meredith? Is a muh fuckah missin somethin here? I mean I'm witnessin some propagandized USSR bullshit right in my own backyard! The fuck you say? The fuck I said it goddamnit!
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
Friday, January 11, 2019
Shove This Job Really Hard Up Yo No Good For Nothin Ungrateful Ass, Mother Fucker! (Broke Black Prophet) Monday, January 14, 2019 @ 5:00:01
So the muh fuckahs got yo sorry ass at a cut the fuck rate. But that don't fuckin mattah! Hell fuckin naw! Like a nasty mothah fuckah payin a crack-head ho tah suck their nasty muh fuckin dicks, all of the sudden the rules fuckin change a wee little bit befo the bitch get paid their fetid smellin breath and feinin five dollah a dick suckin sad awhile ass.
Now the muh fuckah wants yo ass ta not only suck their nasty smelly dick and balls, fo five fuckin dollahs no less, they want tah fuck yah in the ass without a condom; oh and, by the way, can you lick my asshole and make sure you slurp up that black-brownish dingle-berry hangin from my smelly hairy ass?...the fuck!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck you! Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
Now the muh fuckah wants yo ass ta not only suck their nasty smelly dick and balls, fo five fuckin dollahs no less, they want tah fuck yah in the ass without a condom; oh and, by the way, can you lick my asshole and make sure you slurp up that black-brownish dingle-berry hangin from my smelly hairy ass?...the fuck!
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck you! Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Malakha Zamar Israel Aziz (Chaldean American, Sunday December 6, 2020) Detroit, Michigan
We knew something was wrong. Or, something strange was occurring. All the rich people were building homes some sixty to a hundred feet underground. It was ubiquitous, like a trend amid the rich.
We didn't think too much of it because the elite have always been kind of eclectic. Of course they have the means to indulge in such eccentricism.
But we should have taken notice because they also are very ostentatious. Always have been and always will be. We should have figured out at that point that something terrible was about to happen. But we didn't. Our Father foretold to all who could hear, read or see of this day coming to pass but we paid Our Father no mind.
And now, a year later, it all made so much sense, in the worst way possible.
We didn't think too much of it because the elite have always been kind of eclectic. Of course they have the means to indulge in such eccentricism.
But we should have taken notice because they also are very ostentatious. Always have been and always will be. We should have figured out at that point that something terrible was about to happen. But we didn't. Our Father foretold to all who could hear, read or see of this day coming to pass but we paid Our Father no mind.
And now, a year later, it all made so much sense, in the worst way possible.
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
The Blood Of The Ram (Sixty-Six Years Old, Quality Control Closer, Freudian Psychologist, Dr. Weah Goalong) June 6, 2019
"I want you to put your index finger and middle finger on your right hand and place it on your right carotid artery. Do this now," he said to the more than a thousand of the prior initiates.
"Good," he said with the same mono-toned voice that the initiates were used to. "Increase our families heartbeats to one hundred and ten beats per minutes," he commanded to some unknown controller.
And sure enough there was an in unison hum of mesmerizing affect throughout the soon to be graduates. The QCC (Quality Control Closer) sharpening the modifications which all the initiates, now graduates, were being fine tuned with these last little anecdotes before blossoming out into the Eden; which, they were all promised would come to those who obeyed throughout the rigorous eighteen months, eighteen days and eighteen hours of mind altering "Life Now With A Purpose" agenda and workshop.
The QCC almost smiled outwardly how easily humans could be so damn gullible. So damned...dumb. Was this the best God created? He himself being a Luciferian. All of so-called "God's Children" or "Christians" were anything but! Apply some pedestrian trauma to them, any of them and they break their respective necks to pledge allegiance to the "Dark Side." Pitiful.
"Decrease heart rate to seventy-five beats per minute," he commanded to someone and seemingly no one again. The same response came from the human chattel.
"Just too damn easy," he thought to himself. But to the soon to be graduates he commanded, "Put your hands down and rest them in your lap. Good. In nine seconds you will loose your breath for thirty seconds. Don't despair or panic...We will give our breath back to you after thirty-three seconds. Begin cessation," he commanded.
"Good Satan! Just too damn easy," he thought to himself again. But to the graduates he soothed, "Relax. Just relax. Good..."
(...to be continued...)
"Good," he said with the same mono-toned voice that the initiates were used to. "Increase our families heartbeats to one hundred and ten beats per minutes," he commanded to some unknown controller.
And sure enough there was an in unison hum of mesmerizing affect throughout the soon to be graduates. The QCC (Quality Control Closer) sharpening the modifications which all the initiates, now graduates, were being fine tuned with these last little anecdotes before blossoming out into the Eden; which, they were all promised would come to those who obeyed throughout the rigorous eighteen months, eighteen days and eighteen hours of mind altering "Life Now With A Purpose" agenda and workshop.
The QCC almost smiled outwardly how easily humans could be so damn gullible. So damned...dumb. Was this the best God created? He himself being a Luciferian. All of so-called "God's Children" or "Christians" were anything but! Apply some pedestrian trauma to them, any of them and they break their respective necks to pledge allegiance to the "Dark Side." Pitiful.
"Decrease heart rate to seventy-five beats per minute," he commanded to someone and seemingly no one again. The same response came from the human chattel.
"Just too damn easy," he thought to himself. But to the soon to be graduates he commanded, "Put your hands down and rest them in your lap. Good. In nine seconds you will loose your breath for thirty seconds. Don't despair or panic...We will give our breath back to you after thirty-three seconds. Begin cessation," he commanded.
"Good Satan! Just too damn easy," he thought to himself again. But to the graduates he soothed, "Relax. Just relax. Good..."
(...to be continued...)
Monday, August 27, 2018
The Knowing of The Quick, Quench and Quirk (Anonymous) Saturday, June 6, 2020
We knew something was wrong when there were never any days without an overcast. The sky that used to be azure blue throughout some days now overshadowed by a man made gray matter; gray matter that appeared to be aerosoled, making cloud-like plumes jettisoned across the landscape by the erratic oft times violent winds.
The media reported what the government wanted them to report: contrail, or condensation trails. The very few that were still aware were not fooled one bit. Weather modification had been around historically written since the 1830's believe it or not. Farmers', botanists, scientists...making huge bonfires with wood to cause an overcast to catch the vapor rising from the earth and to catch that same moisture into that cloud of smoke to dispense over arid areas of this Eden.
Humans are evil at their very core. The gender of man even more so.
And it came to no surprise to the Knowing that they had been manufacturing our various seasons. No surprise at all to understand how famine came to the land of the historical lush and bounty came to the land of the arid. (to be continued...)
The media reported what the government wanted them to report: contrail, or condensation trails. The very few that were still aware were not fooled one bit. Weather modification had been around historically written since the 1830's believe it or not. Farmers', botanists, scientists...making huge bonfires with wood to cause an overcast to catch the vapor rising from the earth and to catch that same moisture into that cloud of smoke to dispense over arid areas of this Eden.
Humans are evil at their very core. The gender of man even more so.
And it came to no surprise to the Knowing that they had been manufacturing our various seasons. No surprise at all to understand how famine came to the land of the historical lush and bounty came to the land of the arid. (to be continued...)
Friday, August 24, 2018
Revenge Is Nigh (Unknown Author) 2019
The Blame
Game
Is the same;
That has gone untamed
Since the beginning;
Sinning;
Never winning;
But whining
from the pining
Shining
From the elusive freedom which created fiefdom.
The strife
Has been greater than dumb;
Take the sum
Of the aggregate,
As we procreate
And propagate,
not to initiate,
Beset the hate,
The fate
Which we have profited
From the so-called prophet
To satiate
the absence of knowledge,
Not speaking of private college,
But to acknowledge
Our great foliage...
The abhorrent pillage
Of this God's Green Beautiful Eden in Earth.
Game
Is the same;
That has gone untamed
Since the beginning;
Sinning;
Never winning;
But whining
from the pining
Shining
From the elusive freedom which created fiefdom.
The strife
Has been greater than dumb;
Take the sum
Of the aggregate,
As we procreate
And propagate,
not to initiate,
Beset the hate,
The fate
Which we have profited
From the so-called prophet
To satiate
the absence of knowledge,
Not speaking of private college,
But to acknowledge
Our great foliage...
The abhorrent pillage
Of this God's Green Beautiful Eden in Earth.
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Nature Is As Nature Has Been (Dr. Liven Lesson) 2021
"Thank you for being with us Dr. Lesson. And I just love your last name. It is so apropos," I said.
"Well thank you so very much. It is so very humbling to be here. I've been doing this for over a half of a century and this is the first interview I have had the pleasure of participating in," Dr. Lesson said.
"No, no, no! The humbling and the pleasure is all mine. You are known throughout the world of zoology as the number one expert in your field," I said.
"Well, I can only say with the utmost graciousness, thank you to you and to all of those who you have spoken to that put me in such undeserving reverence. I love my profession. Always have. What I do is not work at all but a blessing. A blessing because my passion is able to support me and my wife," he said.
"That is so profound. When did you start understanding your life's passion undertaking?" I asked.
"Well, if I understand your query correctly, I will have to respond to the fact that, you remember the series, "The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau?" You do? You look too young to remember such a faraway series really," he said in sincerity.
"Thank you but I am fifty four years old. And believe it or not, my brothers and I, used to huddle around the television set before the series, "The Wonderful World of Disney," on Sunday nights and we would be utterly in awe of Oceanographer Cousteau," I said.
"Good lord! Now I understand. Monsieur Cousteau surely is an icon that I will never be compared to assuredly in future years. But I do appreciate my name and the very esteemed Oceanographer being mentioned in the same conversation. And believe it or not, I had the privilege of speaking with him in Paris just before his passing on Sunday December 01, 1996 , and he died on June 25th the next year," he said.
"Truly solid Dr. Lesson. But changing the conversation a wee bit, what do you foresee, as a zoologist, of the world in the animal kingdom and how we humans and they co-mingle in the near future?" I asked.
He smiled. Looked down at the floor for a bit. Looked up and stared me straight in the eyes and said, "We humans need to defer to the animal kingdom. We know nothing! Forgive me and let me give an understanding of what I am speaking. Take for instance a squirrel. Oh, people look at them without any inclinations or thought. But those same animals, squirrels can save your life if you know nothing by way of media. And you might be asking yourself, "What are you talking about?" And I definitely appreciate the confusion one must be going through with such an arbitrary statement. Believe me," he said and stopped talking for some reason.
"Please continue and indulge us Dr. Lesson," I urged.
"Thank you. I stopped because most people will tune off and not hear a word I say after the statement I had made. I just do not like to waste anyone's time. I speak truths. No more no less. Shall I continue?" He asked.
"Please! I am a sponge to your water of knowledge so please pour," I said.
He smiled, "You are too kind. But thank you so very much. I really mean that. But where was I?...Oh, the squirrel. If you watch a member in the family of scuridae, the squirrel, will tell you all that you need to know about inclement weather. For instance, if a squirrel takes their given supply, nuts and such upward, as in a tree to house before winter, this means there will be a harsh winter.
But if in the adverse, if you see squirrels burying there food into the ground, this would indicate a mild winter; thus relying on a natural order to predict human living conditions given natural known indicators from nature that has spanned since the beginning of life...
(more to come...)
"Well thank you so very much. It is so very humbling to be here. I've been doing this for over a half of a century and this is the first interview I have had the pleasure of participating in," Dr. Lesson said.
"No, no, no! The humbling and the pleasure is all mine. You are known throughout the world of zoology as the number one expert in your field," I said.
"Well, I can only say with the utmost graciousness, thank you to you and to all of those who you have spoken to that put me in such undeserving reverence. I love my profession. Always have. What I do is not work at all but a blessing. A blessing because my passion is able to support me and my wife," he said.
"That is so profound. When did you start understanding your life's passion undertaking?" I asked.
"Well, if I understand your query correctly, I will have to respond to the fact that, you remember the series, "The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau?" You do? You look too young to remember such a faraway series really," he said in sincerity.
"Thank you but I am fifty four years old. And believe it or not, my brothers and I, used to huddle around the television set before the series, "The Wonderful World of Disney," on Sunday nights and we would be utterly in awe of Oceanographer Cousteau," I said.
"Good lord! Now I understand. Monsieur Cousteau surely is an icon that I will never be compared to assuredly in future years. But I do appreciate my name and the very esteemed Oceanographer being mentioned in the same conversation. And believe it or not, I had the privilege of speaking with him in Paris just before his passing on Sunday December 01, 1996 , and he died on June 25th the next year," he said.
"Truly solid Dr. Lesson. But changing the conversation a wee bit, what do you foresee, as a zoologist, of the world in the animal kingdom and how we humans and they co-mingle in the near future?" I asked.
He smiled. Looked down at the floor for a bit. Looked up and stared me straight in the eyes and said, "We humans need to defer to the animal kingdom. We know nothing! Forgive me and let me give an understanding of what I am speaking. Take for instance a squirrel. Oh, people look at them without any inclinations or thought. But those same animals, squirrels can save your life if you know nothing by way of media. And you might be asking yourself, "What are you talking about?" And I definitely appreciate the confusion one must be going through with such an arbitrary statement. Believe me," he said and stopped talking for some reason.
"Please continue and indulge us Dr. Lesson," I urged.
"Thank you. I stopped because most people will tune off and not hear a word I say after the statement I had made. I just do not like to waste anyone's time. I speak truths. No more no less. Shall I continue?" He asked.
"Please! I am a sponge to your water of knowledge so please pour," I said.
He smiled, "You are too kind. But thank you so very much. I really mean that. But where was I?...Oh, the squirrel. If you watch a member in the family of scuridae, the squirrel, will tell you all that you need to know about inclement weather. For instance, if a squirrel takes their given supply, nuts and such upward, as in a tree to house before winter, this means there will be a harsh winter.
But if in the adverse, if you see squirrels burying there food into the ground, this would indicate a mild winter; thus relying on a natural order to predict human living conditions given natural known indicators from nature that has spanned since the beginning of life...
(more to come...)
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
Imminently Tarrying (BBP) Friday, January 03, 2020
There is an endgame. Not a notion but a Goddamned fuckin fact.
So what one has to asks oneself is : Why ? Now that's something to noodle fo sho. I mean we broke muh fuckahs look at this shit so simply: You work, You eat, You drink and You live c'est tout.
I'm sorry you rich sorry ass muh fuckahs, what the fuck am I missin with yo rich lost sorry ass? Avez-vous de l'argent? Oh, I see! Money over life! Cool. Cooler than cool. But let me ask yo sad sorry ass just one lil bitty wee question if I may? Do you really want it to come down to the query of: How much money do you have...to continue to live? Cause if that's the best yo ass got...yo sorry rich ass is gonnah suffah the utmost horrible death evah! Let me repeat: evah! Cause we po' folks out number yo sorry ass, like in South Africa during and afrah Apartheid, Twenty-Thousand to One but we ain't no scared niggahs, fuck naw. And please forgive an ignant muh fuckah like me, but I just have to understand, do you really think this is going to fair well for your sorry ass?
I mean really?
I'll be waitin patiently for your answer up until hell has to open up on that ass. For real.
Peace! More to come...
So what one has to asks oneself is : Why ? Now that's something to noodle fo sho. I mean we broke muh fuckahs look at this shit so simply: You work, You eat, You drink and You live c'est tout.
I'm sorry you rich sorry ass muh fuckahs, what the fuck am I missin with yo rich lost sorry ass? Avez-vous de l'argent? Oh, I see! Money over life! Cool. Cooler than cool. But let me ask yo sad sorry ass just one lil bitty wee question if I may? Do you really want it to come down to the query of: How much money do you have...to continue to live? Cause if that's the best yo ass got...yo sorry rich ass is gonnah suffah the utmost horrible death evah! Let me repeat: evah! Cause we po' folks out number yo sorry ass, like in South Africa during and afrah Apartheid, Twenty-Thousand to One but we ain't no scared niggahs, fuck naw. And please forgive an ignant muh fuckah like me, but I just have to understand, do you really think this is going to fair well for your sorry ass?
I mean really?
I'll be waitin patiently for your answer up until hell has to open up on that ass. For real.
Peace! More to come...
Monday, August 6, 2018
You Heard May (BBP) 3:33 pm Friday, August 2, 2019
The plight is the fight. Not tonight but forever until humankind finds the thin line defining human from inhuman's sins. People comparing a dog to children or a brethren sends all the kin to suck wind. Fend off another flu coming to you...soon. A buffoon of a wake to take the birthday peoples' cake for Heaven's sake. Intake the manifold to hold the exhaust, the real boss to the floss, going in and out to bring about pieces to the cause of the great decay. The righteous always has to rinse to stay okay.
Obey our Father's instructions and stay in the present.
Repent and consent to the natural pure innocence of US. Stop the fuss. No need to cuss. We must...
continue to live being cool; you lovely, one of a kind and perfectly created beautiful fool...
(...more to come)
Obey our Father's instructions and stay in the present.
Repent and consent to the natural pure innocence of US. Stop the fuss. No need to cuss. We must...
continue to live being cool; you lovely, one of a kind and perfectly created beautiful fool...
(...more to come)
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Nonsense (BBP)
The old saying goes in a negative connotation, "The blind leading the blind." In hindsight that makes no fucking sense to me.
But the seeing leading the seeing...now that's what I'm talkin bout! Why in the fuck if I see just as well as a muh fuckah do I need that muh fuckah tah lead my Black broke ass any-fuckin-where? Very apropos and negative as hell. Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
But the seeing leading the seeing...now that's what I'm talkin bout! Why in the fuck if I see just as well as a muh fuckah do I need that muh fuckah tah lead my Black broke ass any-fuckin-where? Very apropos and negative as hell. Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
Friday, August 3, 2018
An Online Shopping Company By Any Other Name Is Still A Sears And Roebuck (BBP) August 3, 2018
Muh fuckah! Muh fuckah! "There is nothing new under the sun." And again, I didn't coin that shit. Fuck naw! The fuckin preacher, my man, Ecclesiastes talked that shit so long ago biblically. But what I say, goddamnit, is : Yo ass can tell the fuckin future while in the past! Right the fuck now! Yah heard my sorry Black ass!
The fuck niggah? The fuck back niggah! Shit times ten!
Let me give yo lil sorry ass a lil anecdote tah noodle. Richard Warren Sears and Alvah Curtis Roebuck, better known as, Sears and Roebuck. I'm sure yo ass has heard of the two, or at least what those broke bitches today, who started the company stated previously; now, just Sears goddamnit and fuck the Roebuck! But anyway...
They started out as a mail-order only company back in 1892. Then what the fuck their sorry ass do? Well you guessed it! They fucked up! They went and built a brick-and-mortar the year of our lord in 1925. They didn't foresee it then...but that decision began the demise of the company which they created. Oh, don't get it twisted. Up until October 1989 they were the largest retailer in this here United States. In that same year Walmart put a boot in that ass and became king of the retail realm. And Sears been losing ground faster than a leadin marathoner whose plantar fasciitis decided to say, "how yo tired ass doin motha fucka," at the eighteenth mile.
Now yo ass may be confused and start sayin, "The fuck!? What? Where yo Black sorry ass goin with this cause you done lost a muh fucka fo sho!" Duly noted! Out-fucking-standing in fact! Just goes tah sho a sorry muh fuckah like me yo sorry ass payin hella attention. Big ups muh fuckah, fo real!
So lets get down to "The Rub." Drum roll please muh fuckah...Thank you. 1989 when Sears started taking that ass kicking on up to this very day, just five years later, a little known on-line shopping company was formed at the time founded by none other than Jeff Bezos known as Amazon. Don't chew see it my Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs. This mothah fuckah, Bezos, is nothing but a plagiarist if he were a writer. A copycat if he were a serial killer. But in the world of corporate america he is deemed a "Maverick," a "Genius," a "Visionary,"...and all he did was foretold the future while researching the past failings of Sears...The fuck times fifty!
Niggah whah?
You definitely heard my Black sorry ass! Peace! More to come...
The fuck niggah? The fuck back niggah! Shit times ten!
Let me give yo lil sorry ass a lil anecdote tah noodle. Richard Warren Sears and Alvah Curtis Roebuck, better known as, Sears and Roebuck. I'm sure yo ass has heard of the two, or at least what those broke bitches today, who started the company stated previously; now, just Sears goddamnit and fuck the Roebuck! But anyway...
They started out as a mail-order only company back in 1892. Then what the fuck their sorry ass do? Well you guessed it! They fucked up! They went and built a brick-and-mortar the year of our lord in 1925. They didn't foresee it then...but that decision began the demise of the company which they created. Oh, don't get it twisted. Up until October 1989 they were the largest retailer in this here United States. In that same year Walmart put a boot in that ass and became king of the retail realm. And Sears been losing ground faster than a leadin marathoner whose plantar fasciitis decided to say, "how yo tired ass doin motha fucka," at the eighteenth mile.
Now yo ass may be confused and start sayin, "The fuck!? What? Where yo Black sorry ass goin with this cause you done lost a muh fucka fo sho!" Duly noted! Out-fucking-standing in fact! Just goes tah sho a sorry muh fuckah like me yo sorry ass payin hella attention. Big ups muh fuckah, fo real!
So lets get down to "The Rub." Drum roll please muh fuckah...Thank you. 1989 when Sears started taking that ass kicking on up to this very day, just five years later, a little known on-line shopping company was formed at the time founded by none other than Jeff Bezos known as Amazon. Don't chew see it my Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs. This mothah fuckah, Bezos, is nothing but a plagiarist if he were a writer. A copycat if he were a serial killer. But in the world of corporate america he is deemed a "Maverick," a "Genius," a "Visionary,"...and all he did was foretold the future while researching the past failings of Sears...The fuck times fifty!
Niggah whah?
You definitely heard my Black sorry ass! Peace! More to come...
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Transitional Tranning Program (William B. Still, Historian) 2021
Since 1919 students had been graduating from the Transitional Tranning School located in Sundale, California. The school has never been a school widely notarized. Oh, no. The school had always been a clandestine institution known only to and by the elite. The elites offspring comprising some 97% of the schools enrollment and the GMOs (Genetically Modified Organisms) making up the last 3%.
Hollywood is and was the place for this evil ruse. What good is a screenplay without a good ending? This finale was going to set an all time record of opening and closing weekends revenue...ever. The story-line had not ever been solicited nor written.
Men being hormonally transitioned into regular women, women actresses, women politicians, women CEOs... Women being hormonally transitioned into placid men politicians, men Marine soldiers, men actors...
The fact was and had always been, stranger than fiction. And this is where our larger than life story starts...
(...to be continued.)
Hollywood is and was the place for this evil ruse. What good is a screenplay without a good ending? This finale was going to set an all time record of opening and closing weekends revenue...ever. The story-line had not ever been solicited nor written.
Men being hormonally transitioned into regular women, women actresses, women politicians, women CEOs... Women being hormonally transitioned into placid men politicians, men Marine soldiers, men actors...
The fact was and had always been, stranger than fiction. And this is where our larger than life story starts...
(...to be continued.)
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