A Witness

New Blog

2007-09-18T17:58:00.000-06:00

To avoid cluttering up my main blog, and perhaps diluting my message with too many posts, I have started a secondary blog where I will be posting notes and comments.

The address of this new blog is http://bkherbert2.blogspot.com/

Saskatoon, Easter Monday, 2000

2007-09-14T20:25:00.001-06:00

I have previously told the story of how, when I was fifteen, I went up the Mountain of Paradise. (Those who might be new to this blog can find some more background discussion of these events in the September Archives titled ‘Banff’, ‘A Trail of Breadcrumbs’, ‘The Silver Bullet’, and ‘Prayer Warrior’, and ‘Porn Agenda’).

What happened to me on that Mountain of Eden was very beautiful, but what happened to me when I came down from that Mountain and returned to this place was very painful. I had to carry around in myself a secret which began to torture me, for I could not get anyone to listen to me nor did anyone believe what I was trying to tell them. Thousands of years had gone by, and we had religion with no gods, and for that reason the reputation of any so called god was that of a ruthless son of bitch and as everyone knew so very well you could sleep on a bed of nails and pray down on your knees on top of busted glass and never, ever would you ever ever get an answer from such a miserable miserly scrooge like that pitiless merciless bastard called ‘God’.

The pain of living with such a beautiful secret just increased over the years until my entire life was engulfed by pain, and in those times I cannot remember ever having even so much as one happy moment in each of those days that were days just like the day before which would be just like the day after. The experience of enduring such an emotionally exhausting ordeal seemed interminable.

It was for this reason that I went over the deep end and was pushed by my emotions and my strong desire to escape the painful experience to become very aggressive as I attempted to use force to make these people do what I told them to do. If I had to I would terrorize them so as to scare the hell out of them or bully them. I could not stop myself and this got me into trouble.

It was for this reason that on that famous day, the Monday right after Easter Sunday, in the year 2000, that my hometown of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan was visited by a very bad tempered and angry YAHWEH of Hosts, the God of the Garden of Eden. People who live in my hometown would remember that event. It was unforgettable. I received a roaring bawling out, that sounded like the judgment of an angry old judge, and then I was sent packing to my room to think about what I had done and what I was doing for about three days. I did eventually repent and make up my mind that somehow, someway, I would find the strength to wait a little longer without going over the top again.

What was most interesting about that experience of being publicly bawled out by YAHWEH was that first, I was publicly bawled out by YAHWEH. It was not a private thing, but then most things that have happened to me have never been private things but have been happening out in the open since the very beginning. The brilliant craft I encountered at Banff appeared over my hometown of Melville, Saskatchewan in the following months, and created a big stir which people who lived in that town at the time would still remember. Who could forget? The response to that big stir was that scientists gave out explanations through the media that we were being deceived by floating clouds of swamp gas, and on another occasion the local newspaper mocked us by claiming that we went hysterical over weather balloons. I still have the scanned clipping somewhere which I should post as soon as I can find it in my archives, for you see a newspaper does not need to mock us unless we were making noise and needed someone to shut us up.

For about one week after that Easter Monday event, I saw the signs of YAHWEH everywhere I went. It was on everyone’s face, the look of shocked astonishment frozen on their expressions. They were wide eyed and they remained that way for at least a full week. I went to the store and everyone there was wide eyed. I went to an office downtown to pay a bill on Thursday, which was four days later, and the clerk was wide eyed with horror. The look on his face said, ‘No, it can’t be. Not that. Not that. Anything but that.’ You see, he didn’t know that YAHWEH was the God of the Garden of Eden, and he thought that the religious fig leaf peddling Christian ‘god’ was God, and he was horrified, as you would expect, for this is the dreadful oppressor who tempts and then demands resistance to those temptations, and who boils naked Adam and naked Eve in boiling oil like a fish stick if they are caught without their decent moral fig leaf. That would be enough to horrify anyone.

Everywhere I went I saw the same thing happening. The look on their faces testified to the truth, but everyone was pretending that they didn’t notice that look on each other’s face and there was this conspiracy of silence, for no one was allowed to mention the word ‘God’ and everyone had to pretend that life was just going on as normal as though nothing had ever happened.

There is such a thing as killing two birds with one stone, to quote the old proverb, and at the same time that I was being disciplined I was also being tutored. I learned so much on that Monday in Saskatoon. I learned that religion sits there like a trap and a snare waiting for the day of YAHWEH to come so as to confuse and then destroy. I also learned that some people get caught in a sin and then they react irrationally. For most of them that sin of theirs would be their backstabbing and inhumane gossip.

Religion, the Fig Leaf Peddling Snake

2007-09-14T20:24:00.000-06:00

I am the Prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, a naked lover’s paradise, where all great lovers of humanity are free to love their many lovers in a Garden Paradise. This is not that sexless ‘Heaven’, folks, where the humanity of human beings is destroyed and replaced by a sterile ghost which then becomes part of a religious host performing religion forever and ever.

Now if the truth about God is known, that God does exist, even though it would seem that there is no God, and that God is the God of naked Adam and naked Eve, then the reason why God does not seem to exist can be clearly understood. If God were to show mercy and become the God of religion, then we would never get rid of that fig leaf peddling snake. If we take that most obvious fig leaf peddling snake, Roman Catholicism, as our example, we can see that two thousand years of the ‘dark night of the soul’ and of ruthless silence and rejection on the part of God still wasn’t long enough for some people, and if God were to break that silence and appear to be the god of Catholics or her daughters, then we would have stubborn Catholics and stubborn Protestants for two hundred thousand years instead of just two thousand years as has been the case on thuis planet. Some people cannot take a very strong hint, so that even if they are left to rot on the vine for ages of time there are those who stubbornly continue to insist that God is the god of religion.

The Great Day of YAHWEH

2007-09-14T20:23:00.000-06:00

As the prophet of YAHWEH, the preacher of the Garden of Eden, my task is to clear a path for YAHWEH so that YAHWEH God of Hosts can return to this planet without the danger of an explosion of religion being the end result. It would be such a pity for God to have been such a ruthless merciless bastard for ages of time, only to have religion climb up out of the dust, claim the crown of victory, and get everyone on the planet crushed for another two thousand years, which appears to be about the minimum amount of time it would take to get rid of something like religion.

So therefore my goal is to allow YAHWEH to become supremely pissed off at this planet, so that what happened in Saskatoon, on the Monday after Easter Sunday, in the year 2000, can happen on a much grander scale, in a release of much greater pent up indignation and wrath, all over this planet all at once.

In order to clear a path through the wilderness on this planet, it is required that I destroy the credibility of your religions, and that I make known the knowledge of YAHWEH, and that I explain the past and that I predict the course of future events in general terms. I say ‘general terms’ because unlike those dogmatic church prophets I do not believe that somehow the future is fixed and that ‘prophecy’ is thus fatalistic but rather prophecy is fluid and dynamic and consists of predicting outcomes based upon currently existing trends, and that prophecy can become ‘false’ if a prophet should be lucky enough to become a ‘false prophet’ and pulls a rabbit out of a hat, thus causing a change in present circumstances which then leads to a change in outcome in the future. ‘Prophecy’ therefore is a matter of calculating the probability that certain future events will occur, and it is not simply a matter of constructing dogmatic constructs which then must happen because they were dogmatic constructs and thus were considered unquestionable doctrine.

The Pit and the Snare

2007-09-14T20:22:00.000-06:00

I would not be much of a ‘prophet of YAHWEH’ if I did not ‘prophecy’ and my predictions concerning the course of future events are based upon my years of accumulated experience combined with my analysis of the current state of affairs.

I make note of the fact that so many of the people around me are unrepentant sinners and for most of them the sin of the greatest concern is their bad habit, inherited from their religious ancestors, of being judgmental backstabbing gossips. You can not be a lover of humanity if you are being a moral hypocrite, the type of person who attacks the human race for the simple fact that they are human and they do the things that human beings do by nature. Religion, in particular that fraudulent Christian theology, manufactures excuses for attacking the humanity for being human, thus justifying judgmental backstabbing, through its doctrine of ‘the fall’ and the consequent ‘evil nature’ which then supposedly explains why it is that human beings are by nature evil and therefore can be backstabbed by gossips. What I preach is that ‘the fall’ consists of evil religion and its contradictory doctrines and that we do not have ‘evil nature’ but rather natural law is acceptable just as it is, or it would have to be true that God created evil nature, and is thus a big time fuck up. It is canon law which is evil, and it is for this reason that Canon Law must attack the natural law, and it is religion which led to the fall from grace, and so therefore to justify that godless long forsaken institution that fictions must be created to make it seem like people have fallen since their human nature is in conflict with the doctrines of that fig leaf peddling snake.

It is very obvious that religion is godforsaken and divorced, for in a religious culture one of the great philosophical debates that will define that long age is the question ‘Does God exist.’ We must debate this point because it is in question, which isn’t saying much for religion. This whoring institution must therefore protect itself by inventing doctrines to justify having religion with no god. I have noticed that religion has constructed snares and traps and has dug out pits and the end result is that should the Great Day of YAHWEH arrive, people will begin falling into this pits and getting caught up in those snares.

It is typical of godless religion and every form of idolatry on this planet to include the doctrine of ‘the return of the god.’ They all incorporate this doctrine in one form or another, although none of them deal with the question of why it would be required that a god take off for thousands of years, leave six million Jews to be fried by a disgusting creep, not to mention sundry other assorted horrors, while leaving us with godless religion and those endless philosophical and apologetic debates.

The solution to this problem is to have the Prophet of YAHWEH, such as myself, speak at least once to ever person on the face of the planet. That is very unlikely to ever happen due to the oppression that confronts a Prophet of YAHWEH. This oppression takes the form of religious institutions blockading such a prophet, and it also takes the form of sinful gossips, of which there are so many, confronting a prophet, and then rather than telling a friend who tells a friend who tells a friend, burying that prophet in a hole in the ground. This behavior pattern is similar to how people behave when they are confronted with YAHWEH in person as happened in Saskatoon in the year 2000. They bury the thing into a deep hole because they are unrepentant sinners, and they bring the process of spreading the word to a grinding halt. Thus it is slow going for a prophet of YAHWEH.

Therefore what this means is that a Prophet of YAHWEH must become pragmatic and adapt to actually existing circumstances, and in this presently existing situation, it means that a Prophet of YAHWEH must win the battle after the fact, rather than before the fact.

What this means is that terror, pit and snare await you, Oh Children of Humanity. Anyone who climbs up out of a pit, will step on a trap and become ensnared. Anyone who escapes from the snare, will then fall into the pit. These pits have been dug for you long ago by your religions. The religious right will be catching many people in those snares they have laid. False prophets will gather followers whom they will ruthlessly attack with maniacal visions of horror and fire and torture. Everyone will be wearing fig leafs and becoming very holy, as they are terrorized and attacked by religion and false prophets. They will be punished because they had a prophet of YAHWEH on the planet but they did not listen. It was their neighbor who punished them. If they had the chance to listen to a prophet of YAHWEH, they might have escaped the snare and they might have avoided falling into the pit, but they never had a chance, for time ran out and the Great Day of YAHWEH came upon them suddenly and quite unexpectedly.

The Strategic Map

2007-09-14T20:21:00.000-06:00

I have been down in the Battle Room studying the strategic war maps, and the most probable scenario when war breaks out on this planet, is that religion will land storm troopers on the beaches of Normandy, and then the Waffen SS of religion will take advantage of the highly desirable strategic situation to launch a sudden Blitzkrieg over those undefended fields of France.

What this means is that a Prophet of YAHWEH, and any small army I might be able to cobble together, will find ourselves on the defensive, and our strategic dilemma will be to find a way to first, halt a Blitzkrieg, then roll back an advancing army, until finally even the bridge head is destroyed and the enemy is thrown back into the sea where he came from.

This is a less than desirable strategic situation confronting us, but it is a battle we cannot lose. Our ancestors lost the war with the fig leaf peddling snake again and again, and the result is plain and clear. It was ages of time locked up in dungeons in total darkness, without so much as a window to let in a single ray of light, with only some morphine peddling priest for company.

A Prophet of YAHWEH

2007-09-12T13:25:00.001-06:00

I call myself the prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, a lovers paradise, where all great lovers of humanity are free to love their many lovers in a naked paradise. There are those loveless souls who have been completely ruined by their life in this world who will find this idea to be very deeply offensive. This does not say much for their religion which is a religion which creates people who are not lovers of humanity and therefore will not be found in Gardens but will be found in a sterile loveless sexless place like Heaven, while peddling fig leafs as a sign of righteousness and condemning my lovely Garden as obscene for what else can loveless souls do? To do otherwise would be to confront their own loveless souls and so therefore I would expect to find such loveless souls confronting a Prophet of YAHWEH while destroying Gardens, for, you see, if they cannot go to the Garden no one else is going either.

Because I am a genuine Prophet of YAHWEH I am very oppressed all the time, and I find that I must start over again, over and over and over again, right from the very beginning with each and every person I encounter. Yes, its back to the beginning to start over again, over and over and over again. So therefore, for the benefit of anyone who might stumble upon this blog, and know nothing at all, I will point you in a few directions here to get some background. There are two posts in the September Archive which are relevant here – ‘A trail of bread crumbs’, which is a brief collection of bits of strange evidence that one would expect to see if someone was a Prophet of YAHWEH, and also ‘The Silver Bullet’ which is a creepily weird piece of evidence which one might find around a true genuine Prophet of YAHWEH when you remember that any real Prophet of YAHWEH is bound to be followed in hot pursuit by some furiously pissed off fig leaf peddling snake. There is also a third, and much more important, piece of evidence that I am indeed a Prophet of YAHWEH and that is my mouth. It is quite a mouth. It is a memorable mouth, and I think you will find it hard to forget.

Haunting Porn Stars

2007-09-12T13:24:00.002-06:00

It should come as no surprise if a genuine preacher of the Garden of Eden was being chased and hunted down by the furious fig leaf peddling snake. As I pointed out to you people I, alas, must carry around with me the ‘Mark of the Beast.’ Where I live we get our driver’s license when we are sixteen, and we get a ‘Learner’s license’ when we are fifteen, which means that at around the same time in my life that the Heavenly Angels were visiting me at Banff National Park I was also getting some attention from the Fig Leaf Peddling Devils, and consequently when I got my drivers license those devils somehow rigged the lottery balls so that I got the number ‘0 9 0 6 6 6 0 6’. Yes, kiddies, it is ‘6 6 6 ‘, the Mark of the Beast driver’s license. It has caused me trouble already that thing. I go to rent a video, and they want my ID, so I show them that thing, and the clerk turns as white as a ghost because of the abject terror of it all. Sometimes people joke about it. They laugh and say, ‘oh, Mark of the Beast, hey. Ha, ha ha. You must be a bad one.’

Now as I have said before I could go down to that Driver’s License Agency and pound the desk in fury and demand that they take that damn thing a stick it, and we’ll start over with some randomly generated number like ‘394857865’. You know, kiddies, if you are familiar with statistics you would understand that the odds that a Prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, such as myself, would pull the Mark of the Beast randomly out of a drum is about one in 999,999,999. Those are very high odds. The point to be made here is that obviously that was intentional.

So then, you may well ask, why is it that I do not pound the desk and ditch the Mark of the Beast. As I have mentioned, I find that thing to be useful in various ways. Let us say that I want to talk about a flying fig leaf peddling snake, for the heavenly places are not just full of Heavenly Angels above. Well it always helps a true Prophet of YAHWEH to have a red flag of warning to run up the old flag pole, and thanks to the generosity of those sociopathic weirdos up above, I just happen to have on my person just such a red flag. I also do not believe in destroying evidence at a crime scene before the case reaches court, and since nailing someone who just wants to go to the Garden of Eden with the Mark of the Beast is a crime, I think I will just hang onto that thing until the case reaches court so that I can prosecute that flying fig leaf peddling snake. There is also a third reason in that people are always saying to me, ‘show us your bread crumbs of evidence’, bread crumbs being what I have right now until I get the full loaf, and then people are always saying, ‘you don’t have enough bread crumbs’, and for that reason I thought I would just hang onto every single damn bread crumb I have, including that Mark of the Beast, because I wouldn’t want to disappoint my many critics by coming up even so much as one bread crumb short.

For, you see, I really am the Prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of that lover’s paradise, the Garden of Eden, and YAHWEH really is the God of naked Gardens in sexualized Paradise, despite what your godless abandoned screwed up religions have been telling you for thousands of years, which then goes a long way towards explaining why God has the reputation of being such a ruthless prick who never answers even so much as one prayer. You people are already so fucked up that you believe that God created ‘temptation’ so that you could ‘resist such tempting temptations’ as a form of spiritual weight lifting, and so therefore, given how damned hard it is to stamp out religion and get rid of it once and for all, it would be quite harmful for YAHWEH God to answer the prayers of some religious saint thus convincing everyone that this is the sort of thing which would get the approval of God. Then we would never get rid of religion, now would we. But I digress…

Now I know that after thousands of years of godlessness on this planet, it is quite extraordinarily difficult for a real genuine Prophet of YAHWEH such as myself to preach a damn thing to anyone on this planet, such is the godless end of divorced godless religion, and so for that reason I am content to be Lenny Bruce, the comedian. Every good comedian should have a stable of character roles to play, such as that pulpit pounding moral values preacher that is one of my characters, and which I might play again sometime, if I can think of another truly ironic juxtaposition, which is required to play that character. (How could I resist). Or perhaps I could play the role of creepily strange weirdo of some sort, who comes to haunt your house. You see, if I can’t be the prophet of YAHWEH, given the circumstances at the present time, well then perhaps I can be Lenny or a spook haunting your house, and in that way I can get my agenda done by means of indirection, since the more direct approach probably wouldn’t work out for me. I am versatile and adaptable and eminently reasonable you see. Whatever works for me. How then can I haunt your house and spook you all if I ditched that Mark of the Beast. That would leave me one character role short, and given how damned hard my job is, I wouldn’t want to make it any harder than it already is.

War with Elmer

2007-09-12T13:24:00.001-06:00

Now I will switch over to my next character role, that of a General dragging some troops into boot camp, in preparation for war against that fig leaf peddling snake, and against Elmer Gantry, the family values preacher. As my chosen troops to send to the front line in this war, I have chosen the Porn Stars, for the simple reason that they don’t have any fig leaf on, and therefore that is half way to where I want them to be, and one less damnable hard job I have to do, since getting people to ditch the sacred and most holy fig leaf is really hard. Therefore, since the Porn Stars are not wearing a fig leaf, they have attracted the attention of the Prophet of YAHWEH, and now they are going to be drafted into the army.

Yes, you Porn Stars might have plans for your life. In six months you will be here. In five years you will be there. But I have news for you. Your getting drafted and your future plans will become all fucked up because you will be found on the front lines, pulling pins out of grenades with your teeth and firing machine guns, as you try to stop Elmer and the Waffen SS from storming the beaches of Eden.

If you think back over thousands of years of history, you will notice a familiar pattern. The lovers of this world have always taken a supreme shit kicking from Elmer, and have been ruinously defeated in warfare again and again as Eden was overrun by the shock troops of the invading Waffen SS, and the end result has been thousands of years of oppression and those fig leafs peddled by religion. From this we can deduce the fact of life which is that the naked lovers, the true people of God on this planet, are useless fucking shits when it comes to fighting in a war, which is why I am dragging you people off to boot camp for military training. Let me tell you people something, and that is that we are NOT losing this war. Not this time. Not with me on the job we won’t.

However, I am a reasonable person, and I am realistic when it comes to sizing up a situation and seeing what is possible, and so therefore this leads me to conclude that Elmer will storm the beaches of Eden and establish a bridge head, and that once this happens we will have to fight from a disadvantageous position to kick Elmer and his fascists off the beaches of Eden by pushing them back out to sea. I predict this less than desirable result because history teaches me just what a collection of fuck ups you naked lovers, the true people of YAHWEH God, really are and therefore I anticipate more fuck ups on your part.

Yes, it is impossible to fight a war without discipline among the troops, and so therefore you naked lovers must be spanked, and who better to spank you than Elmer. Perhaps you have heard that the Mullahs, the Elmers of Islam, have in recent months just passed a law giving the death penalty to all porn stars. This leads me to wonder if Elmer will have you people stoned or burned at the stake, as his sacred laws say must be done, or whether Elmer will be more lenient and just have you locked up in Alcatraz. As for the fags and dykes, they are supposed to be burned at the stake or stoned to death as well, but perhaps Elmer will be merciful and just terrorize them by persecuting some so as to drive the rest back into hiding in closets. You also have to be concerned about Ramon Watkins and his flying fig leaf peddling snakes that he calls down for people to see. Yes Ramon and his less than merry band of supremely fucked up maniacs definitely want every naked Adam and every naked Eve burned at the stake, although they are willing to be more tolerant right now because that is still against the law, and will remain so until they gain power, at which time you can expect lots of Bible law, yes, every single damned one.

You might notice that your Commander in Chief has been set up by those flying snakes who have pasted a bulls eye onto me, so that I can be used for target practice by Elmer and the Ramons of this world. At the moment Elmer and Ramon are not firing at the bulls eye because you see it is much better that I remain oppressed so that not everyone can hear me, because as Elmer and the Ramons of the world know so very well, anyone who listens to me will be someone who won’t be listening to Elmer or Ramon, unless they are unloving and ruined people who cannot go to a lover’s paradise because they are loveless. In that case they will need religion, but all people who are more normal will listen to me, which is a problem. I won’t be shot at, even though I am a sitting duck here, and even though I am a duck with a death wish who wishes ever so much that someone would shoot me. No I can’t even get shot, at the moment, because it is much better not to draw attention to me. This is wise on the part of Elmer, but sooner or later, Elmer will have to load a gun and start shooting, when it just doesn’t matter anymore, in which case you should expect to see the bullets whizzing past my ears.

Arise, O Naked Lovers, and Shine

2007-09-12T13:23:00.000-06:00

Arise, O naked lovers, and shine; for your light has come, and the glory of YAHWEH has risen upon you. For behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness and gloom the peoples; but YAHWEH will arise upon you, and God’s glory will be seen upon you. The nations shall begin to stream towards your light, and kings to the brightness of your rising. You will lift up your eyes and look round about, and see; they will all gather together, they will come to you; your sons and your daughters shall come from afar. You will see these things happen and your heart shall thrill and rejoice.

For the nation and kingdom that will not serve you shall perish; those nations shall be utterly laid waste.

The followers of those who oppressed you shall come bending low to you; and all who despised you shall bow down at your feet; they shall call you the Garden of YAHWEH, the Eden of the Holy One of Israel. For just as in the past times you have been forsaken and hated, with no one passing through, YAHWEH, Lord of Eden, will make you majestic for ever, a joy from age to age. The sun shall be no more your light by day, nor for brightness shall the moon give light to you by night; but YAHWEH will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory. Your sun shall never again go down, nor your moon withdraw itself; for YAHWEH will be your everlasting light, and your days of mourning and sadness shall be ended.

For Eden’s sake I will not keep silent, and for the Garden’s sake I will not rest, until her vindication goes forth as brightness, and her salvation as a burning torch. The nations shall see your vindication, and all the kings your glory; and you shall be called by a new name which the mouth of YAHWEH will give. You shall become a crown of beauty in the hand of YAHWEH, and a royal diadem in the hand of your God. You shall no more be termed Forsaken or Rejected, and your land shall no more be termed Desolate; but you shall be called My delight is in her, and your land Married; for YAHWEH delights in you, and your land shall be married.

I Will Restore the Fortunes of Sodom

2007-09-11T10:12:00.000-06:00

I thought it might be interesting to share this little bit of ‘pro-gay activism’ from the ancient world of the Bible. And, yes, although you would never know it based upon accumulated ages of religious doctrine, there is a ‘pro-gay’ slant to the Bible, to conflict with those contradictory gay bashing passages that get most of the attention.

I call this the ‘last days end times fag prophecy’, and for some reason this bit never makes it into those ‘Left Behind’ videos, which is curious, because you think that those end timers would want to be alerted to be on the look out for a big time fag.

"I will restore the fortunes of Sodom and I shall restore yours at the same time. When you bring them comfort you will bear your shame and feel disgraced for what you have done. After your sister Sodom becomes what she was of old, then you yourself will be restored likewise. Did you not speak contemptuously of your sister Sodom in the days of your arrogant pride, before your own wickedness was exposed? Even now you are finding out what it is like to be despised by all your neighbors. Now you must bear the consequences of your lewd and abominable conduct. I shall treat you as you deserve for you have violated the terms of your covenant. You will remember your past conduct and feel ashamed and humiliated so that you will never open your mouth again. This is the Word of Yahweh God." (Ezekiel chapter 16 verse 53)

What you read here obviously conflicts with that bit written down by ‘Jude’ in the Christian part of the Bible, and who was, so they try to tell us, the cousin of Jesus, and being his close relative and all, therefore that would make him an expert on homos, whom he assures us all are even now burning forever in the blackest pits of hell as a warning to everyone else still alive of the severe punishments awaiting anyone else who might become a queer.

It is obvious that when dealing with those innumerable contradictions in the Bible Christians just go with their own book on the theory that it is the most recent and updated version and thus must be the Word of God for that reason alone. Given how perfect Christian documents are one would expect to find God agreeing with Christians, so that everyone would say, ‘Behold, the Christians and their God is with them.’ What we get instead is a bunch of Christians with a freeze dried old document but no god whatsoever, at least not that anyone has ever seen for long ages of time. Rather what we get are apologetics, which is required when you don’t have a god and therefore the task of getting people to think you have one must be outsourced. We also get those infamous Christian lectures on philosophy (the top seven reasons to believe that God exists, even when it sure doesn’t seem to be true). No parting of the Pacific Ocean or treading down mountains for the Christians. As everyone knows they have been alone with nothing but some old book and no god to speak of for a very, very long time, which then allows us to conclude that while Christians do so carry on about the perfection of the very hawkishly religious right documents they voted on in the fourth century, apparently they have had one hell of a time convincing God to think the same way about their handiwork, even though they have had thousands of years to make the attempt.

Queer

2007-09-11T10:11:00.002-06:00

I remember back when I was a pubescent homo seeing all these racks and racks of naked girlie mags on the store shelves. Boy mags, one, Playgirl, and girly mags, many, many, many. I remember how damned queer the thought seemed to me, almost queer beyond belief, that, yes, there must be lots and lots of guys who would purchase such girlie mags and then whack off looking at, of all the queer ideas, pictures of naked girls.

The idea just seemed so queer to me at the time, and I still struggle with the issue to this very day. However, unlike some people I could mention, just because I find something to be incomprehensibly queer that does not mean that I automatically assume that there must be something wrong with it, and so you can see that as the years have gone by I have learned to accept and live with all of those queer seeming straight guys.

Religion, the Long Neglected Whore

2007-09-11T10:11:00.001-06:00

Put on your skirt, make up your face, oh, long neglected whore

Lift up your breasts, let down your hair,

And peddle your wares once more.

When she was a young beauty, and her breasts were forming, she found herself enthralled by thoughts of Caesar. Only Caesar could inflame her heart and only Caesar was man enough to satisfy her intense desire, for his cock was as big as the cock of a mule and his ejaculations poured forth like the ejaculations of a horse. Only the very biggest cock she could find would ever be enough to fill her so completely and so satisfy her burning desire.

Now that she has become such an old whore, and her breasts have sagged and her bottom has fallen, I thought to myself, perhaps now that so very much time has passed while she played the whore, and now that she has aged so very much, perhaps now she might return. But I was wrong and she is still a whore at heart. What is even more remarkable is that there are men who still come to her for her services, even at her very advanced age. Yes, they continue to fornicate with such an aged and sagging old whore.

Sexual Communication

2007-09-11T10:10:00.000-06:00

I was talking to some young straight boy and he told me that he had better orgasms whacking off than he did with his girlfriend, and he said, ‘you know how it is.’ The way he said it was as though somehow having better orgasms whacking off was the norm, and most guys would agree with him and understand what he meant, since this was the norm after all.

Now speaking as a homo I can tell you that the best orgasms are not the result of whacking off, and when something like that is going on, it means that someone is not doing things the right way. I know that the very first time I experienced ‘the blow job’ I lost all interest in whacking off pretty much on the spot, since I had other things on my mind.

What this tells me is that after thousands of years of Christianity people are now so sexually repressed that they cannot even communicate with their lovers. They cannot say, ‘do this’ or ‘do that’ or ‘no, more down there’.

Heaven Bound

2007-09-10T21:19:00.000-06:00

From time to time I love to get lost in wonderful fantasies, dreaming of life in my Garden, my lovely Garden, the Garden of the Eden of God in Paradise. Oh what would such a life be like? This is not heaven, this Eden, and unlike Heaven Eden is so heavenly to ponder and dream about.

I find myself sitting at my window, sighing with longing, as I gaze out over meadows. Oh where has my long lost lover gone? My loved one is out in the fields of lilies, where the lilies are beyond number, and stretch out in great fields to the horizon. My loved on is gathering lilies. They say that parting is such sweet sorrow, and oh the many such pleasant sorrows are found in my Garden, for there are so many lambs, my darlings, who must leave me to wander in meadows and gather lilies. Oh where, oh where, oh where is my little lamb. My lamb is wandering in the meadows with many lovers, those naked lovers, those lilies of the field whom my soul loves. How can I deny my loved one what I cannot deny myself. Therefore, come, O Lover, let us not spend all our time in longing, that sweet sorrow, but let us have laughter and joy and song and love. Someday my lamb will return, and on that sweet day our days of longing will be forgotten.

Yes, I was lost in dreams, when suddenly to my horror, my heavenly dreams were interrupted by the call, that dreaded call, to come to Heaven, that sterile Heaven up above. There is no Eden in heaven, there are no human beings there, and no valleys full of lilies, and no naked lovers locked in passionate embraces beside bubbling streams in verdant valleys. No this Heaven up above, and no such impurity is tolerated here.

Oh how unhappy I am now, sitting in Heaven, with a harp, singing hymns before once again I must perform my religious duty and it becomes to complete ritual observance of adoring the heavenly face of the Christian god. How my heart pines for the temptations of Eden, that lovely Garden, now that the Christian god has delivered me from all those beautiful temptations and the dreams of passionate embraces and the pleasant times spent with many lambs in the naked Gardens of Paradise. Oh great a temptation it was, but the Christian god is no god of Gardens and is so very hostile to Eden and so fond of fig leafs that to save my soul from impurity that Christian god has forced me to become delivered from those temptations. And they were temptations, the tempting temptations of that greatest of all tempters, the Christian god, for what good would it be to make religion of resisting temptations if the temptations were not so tempting as to be almost impossible to resist.

In my great grief and sorrow, as I sit in Heaven with that Christian god, I find myself falling to my knees in prayer, and in desperation, yet one more time I cry out to my God, the God of Gardens, the generous giver of lovely gifts freely given, the creator of Paradise, the lovers Paradise in Eden, for which my soul and heart long with such great grief and sorrow, all the days I spend jailed in Heaven.

Oh YAHWEH, I pray, my God and my Love and my hope and my only salvation, SAVE ME! Oh, YAHWEH, it is so dreadful here. Some old tyrant has me in his claws and I can’t get away, and to make matters worse this other god is a damnable weirdo. All I was doing was looking at a bare bum and that bullying creepy weirdo showed up and told me to gouge my eyes out with a salad fork. If that wasn’t bad enough, now I can’t even think about a bare bum, because that overbearing bully keeps telling me that thinking about a bare bum is just as bad as looking at a bare bum, and will be therefore punished just as severely. I am desperate, Oh YAHWEH, my Lover and my God, and I am so miserable here in this Heaven that all I want to do is to be allowed to die and go off into a silent grave forever, just so that I can get away from that Christian god, that manipulative Machiavellian son of bitch. But that sadistic weirdo has gone right over the deep end and is now threatening to deep fry in some boiling lake of hot oil like some eternally frying fish stick. Save me, Oh YAHWEH, save me!!!!!!

Snake in the Garden

2007-09-10T21:18:00.002-06:00

I am the preacher of little naked Adam and little naked Eve in the Garden of Paradise, with no fig leaf on. However, just in case some kiddies out there might allow their enthusiasm for the lovely lilies of the valley to overcome their better judgment, I would like to introduce a note of caution here, and remind everyone that Adam could wind up with some of that puss coming out of the end of his dick while Eve has genital warts and these really small little crabs crawling around in her pubic hair.

Yes, kiddies, there is a snake in the Garden, and for that reason, even though hugging anyone you want to hug and loving anyone you so fondly love is no sin, it would be reckless to spread crabs and puss all over the place. So, for this reason ‘sexual morality’ must become complex. True sexual morality is not complex. Just be generous and giving and loving and tolerant and lenient and forgiving. Don’t be like the monogamists, harshly judging each cut of meat while looking for the prime cut. Love your lovers. Hitting someone over the head with a mallet is a sin, but an orgasm is not a criminal act. However, in a Garden crawling with snakes, the moral and ethical dilemmas become more difficult to deal with, and deal with them you must, for to do otherwise would be sexual immorality, and you don’t want to become that type of person.

There are other ethical issues involved in human sexuality. Those familiar with biology would know that as a general rule human beings rarely become pregnant. Procreation is actually a secondary feature of human sexuality and its prime function is that it is a bonding tool. You can see the same behavior in other primate species, such as the Bonobo, a species which has sex in various forms, frequently oral sex, including same sex sexual escapades, none of which have anything to do with ‘procreation’, but have everything to do with cementing a strong bond between all the members of that tribe. Human beings have sex a lot and get pregnant a little for the primary function of human sexuality is to cement strong loving bonds between human beings, which then explains why sex feels so very very good.

Fortunately, in the modern world, we have birth control, which allows human beings to deal with the moral and ethical issues that arise from bringing a baby into the world without becoming real sinful and doing such things as taking off and dumping someone because you didn’t want a kid, thus becoming an immoral sinner. The problem is only compounded and made even more sinful by the unnatural monogamous family structure that was forced upon human beings in the process of creating the concept of wealth and private property, for before this time human social organization was tribal, and therefore no woman with a child was ever found to be in a desperate situation. You can get an idea of the natural way in which human infants were once raised by examining the social organization of other primate species, where no one is married and living in separate boxed in cages, but rather live in a tribal association, and you don’t see male monkeys and gorillas trying to jump ship when some female becomes pregnant because in the at social situation there is no such concept as ‘adultery’. What is referred to as ‘adultery’ is a sin which is a product of the organization of society in such a way as to destroy the tribal mentality and replace it with the monogamous mentality of ‘family values’ and private property and those individual caged boxes that are required if we are to make damn sure that the rest of the tribe stays away from our stuff, thus allowing everyone to pile up as much stuff as they can for themselves alone before they drop dead. Call it a game, and the one who wins with the biggest pile of stuff is the declared winner.

NonAbstinent UnChastity

2007-09-10T21:18:00.001-06:00

Monogamy is typically preached by religious moralists as the only solution to the ethical problems of having some snake in the Garden. Our moralists are also inveterate liars in that they insist that monogamous nuclear family structures were original when actually they are anomalous, and over the course of human history close to 80 percent of human sexual relationships have been in forms other than monogamous. Human beings are naturally tribal and by nature are polygamous, and monogamy is alien to human beings, as can be proven by the need to preach, threaten, nag and attempt to force human beings to be monogamous, since monogamy is the unnatural invention of a social system that abandoned the tribe in favor of the novel concepts of me, mine and I, and thus was created the notion of private property and those boxed in monogamous cages which are designed not only to box in people but all their precious accumulated possessions as well.

Perhaps for some people monogamy might be something they might want to do, although, truth be told, it is unlikely, over the long term, to prove to be a viable solution, for no human being is genuinely monogamous, which then explains all those sermons and all the pressure and endless constant nagging that is required so as to promote something as alien as monogamy to a naturally polygamous primate such as a human being.

The argument in favor of monogamy can be demonstrated to be false by simply demonstrating that there are alternatives that provide satisfactory solutions to all the moral and ethical dilemmas of life in the Garden shared with some snake. Each of these solutions has the one additional virtue not possessed by such an artificial creation as monogamy, in that they do not involve peddling the nonsensical fig leaf of some snake in the Garden, a practice which, as we know, is closely associated with monogamy and with the religions of this world as well, all of which are quite clearly seen to be fig leaf peddling snakes.

Examples of such alternatives would include the closed polygamous circle, which resembles monogamy, in that it is a closed system, but which is polygamous and thus more closely in tune with the actual desires of authentic human nature. Always in vogue is serial monogamy, with or without the cycle of formal marriage followed by formal divorce, which is only required to keep up appearances by appearing to be monogamous and thus following the rules.

Ruined Porn Stars

2007-09-10T21:17:00.000-06:00

I followed some links today, and came across some Brazilian gay porn stars. What a sad looking little fellow he was. Yes, life could be sweet but life is oh so short and the bloom goes off the rose so quickly, and the leaves wilt and the petals fall to the ground.

I told myself that I would ‘emotionally detach’ from the lives of those around me, but I can’t do it. I still feel everything.

What is even sadder to me is that Brazil is so very far away, and even if I could not get a sad little Brazilian gay boy to believe that I was the Prophet of YAHWEH, I would, at the very least, like to be able to perform my gig, do my Lenny Bruce thing, for that sad little boy from Brazil, and all the other boys in Poland and other places far and wide. You see, YAHWEH is coming, sooner or later, yes, it is coming, it is coming, it will come, and I am haunted by the thought of ignorant porno stars, who never heard the sound of my voice, cringing and hiding under beds, only to come up from under those beds and give their souls to the religious right and become short term poster boys for the ex-gay movement. And to think that if only I could have somehow, someway, beaten the odds that are always stacked against me, and did my gig, while it still might have been true that a little sad gay boy was hiding under the bed because of the wrath of YAHWEH, at least that boy would come up from under the bed jubilant with joy instead of being some boy filled with superstition ignorant dread, the victim of thousands of years of religious vomit on the altar, and then become a ruined porn star.

For this reason, I would like to urge anyone, anywhere, to tell anyone, anywhere about Lenny. It might be to embarrassing for you to tell them about the Prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, so therefore I will make it a little easier for you, and you can tell them about Lenny.

The Doghouse

2007-09-10T21:16:00.000-06:00

I follow orders. Now anyone who thinks that I do not follow orders is welcome to come visit me, pull up a lawn chair, and watch the dancing angels.

My orders, which I received this May, were to get that ‘American Imperialism’ to do a little laser surgery on Iran, by excising a cancer, the military force of Iran, in particular those Revolutionary Guards, or the rest of them as well should that be required, for you see, an Islamic Mullah without a gun is a Mullah being run out of town on a rail. It is not like Mullahs can win popularity contests which then explains why they have plans to hold the unwilling people of Iran at gunpoint forever and ever, Amen.

Now the reason why YAHWEH wants this done is to make the point that Allah, the fig leaf peddling snake, is an idol, for you see after sitting motionless on a carved stump for 1400 years, Allah could not even save his glorious Islamic Republic from one lousy country when one that one country kicked those Mullahs in the ass, which isn’t saying much for Allah as far as being a god is concerned.

Preaching this message and following my orders, gets me sent to the doghouse. For some fucking reason the liberal and leftist types are playing the game of rally round the Mullah. Save the Mullah. Glory to the Mullah, and the glorious resistance to ‘American Imperialism’. After those Mullahs terrorized and publicly executed two adolescent gay boys, our wonderful liberal churches sent over a peace delegation to wine and dine with those Mullahs, and then began their cross country tour to deliver their church message : ‘Adminejad, he’s not so bad.’ These are not monsters, those churches told us, as they worked to ‘humanize’ those murderous, tyrannical Mullahs. You see, you really do have to react strongly when a prophet of YAHWEH is one the move. As for our liberal and leftist types, they aren’t locked up in a dungeon, or pumped full of red hot lead, as is the customary treatment Islamists have meted out to liberals and leftists in the previous century, as we know, which means that our liberals and leftists are quite free to play rally round the Mullah. You see they are free to do so because they are 1.) alive and 2.) not locked up in a dungeon somewhere.

I would like to ask my little lambs, who might be about to send me to the doghouse over some fucking Mullah, just where do you plan to go, little lamb. Oh, little lamb, where will you go? Your ancestors were perpetually fucking up when it came to their idiotic rebellions against YAHWEH, and as you know, your ancestors went nowhere, because, you see, there is no where to go but to the Garden of Eden, and when you are going somewhere else that means that you are going nowhere, because there is nowhere else to go.

Hopefully, American Imperialism will ignore all the chattering fucks in that country, and obey their orders, so that we can avoid such nasty things as rolling bowling balls rolling into that country one after another, or perhaps things even worse than that. YAHWEH is very sympathetic, and thus it takes some time for YAHWEH to get supremely pissed off, but as is the case for those who choke back their anger and hold it in for so damned long, when it does come out, its volcanic. Hopefully we can avoid any such upcoming vulcanism, and since American Imperialism knows much more about me and what is going on, and therefore has better to reason to believe me when I tell them that these are my orders, it is my hope that American Imperialism can skip the vulcanism and do what they are ordered to do.

Islam and the Broom of Destruction

2007-09-09T20:00:00.001-06:00

I am the prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, a lovers paradise, the gift of the God of lovers, where are all great lovers of humanity belong. Now no lover would find anything offensive about my Garden or find themselves repelled by my preaching of the thrilling fun and the many passions of my paradise, but there are those who are not lovers of humanity, and therefore who are not lovers, and they are offended. Yes, if they should find a lover loving humanity as lovers do then its up against the wall the be cut down in a hail of machine gun fire, or its off with their head with the headless corpses of these lovers hurled to the ground and put on display as a warning to any other lovers of what becomes of lovers under the rule of Islam.

How I long for my Garden and the many lovers whom I love and who I long to hold in a passionate embrace, for you see, I am a normal human being and so naturally I would find such ideas to be intoxicating and very lovely to consider. An Islamist, in the other hand, is a supremely fucked up warp minded weirdo of some sort as you can tell by the fact that they find lovers loving lovers to be deeply offensive. Therefore they offer the lovers, Adam and Eve, as a human sacrifice, as food for their idol.

It is Adam and Eve, the naked lovers, who are the true people of God on this planet. YAHWEH is the God of lovers as you can see for yourself when you consider all the lilies of the field and find yourself enraptured by the intoxication of those temptations. Adam and Eve, should they ditch the fig leaf and return to their Garden paradise, will find that they are in danger, they live in mortal peril, for there is snake in the Garden, a murderous Islamic snake in the grass destroying the Garden of Paradise, the Eden of God.

Therefore this is the Word of YAHWEH God. This planet will be swept with the broom of destruction, the nations will be shaken through the sieve of destruction, and Islam, and anything else like it, will be destroyed and wiped off the face of this planet. No more idol worshipper, no more idol. Ages of time have passed and those stump sitting wood blocks have not so much as batted an eye lash. Are you people so atrociously stupid that you still think that motionless garden wrecking log stump is a god? YAHWEH is a God of furious jealousy and if you idol worshippers remain stubbornly unrepentant and refuse to stop bowing down to those ruinously brain damaging blocks of wood, then the idols will be removed from paradise by removing you from paradise. This will be done, one damnable way or the other, and with YAHWEH, there is always one more damnable way. No more idols. There will be no more idols found on this planet, and if that means there won’t be one single idol worshipper left standing on this planet at the end of it all, then that’s the way it will be. You gain nothing for yourself by your ruinously idiotic display of stubbornness.

Therefore this is the Word of YAHWEH God, to the people of God, to those great lovers of humanity, to those lovers of Gardens and lilies, the naked lovers who love lovely dreams of the Paradise of Eden, and who find no offense in it. “Do not be afraid for I have called you by name and you are my people. When the storms arise I will be with you, and you will not be overwhelmed. I will give entire nations in exchange for you life, because you are precious in my sight and honored and I love you. I will rid the earth of those who hate you or threaten you, and in exchange for your life I will rid the earth of entire nations,” says YAHWEH of Hosts, God of Lovers and Lord of Paradise, whose jealousy is dreadful and terrible and whose wrath is greatly to be feared.

Islam - fig leaf peddling snake

2007-09-08T11:43:00.000-06:00

Islam is another one of those religions that has existed for ages of time without any god, or at least no god that the world would recognize. Such gods we would expect to see parting oceans, perhaps, or treading down mountains, or doing something, anything at all to let us know that they were gods. But alas the deeds of an idol are nonexistent and so therefore we have godless religion as a substitute, and therefore we have Muslims doing the work of Allah, since apparently Allah found it necessary to outsource all the ruthless oppression and the attacks on human beings for simply being human beings. Just this week some Muslim fanatics sawed the head off two women in Pakistan whom they accused of being sexually loose women. Apparently Allah was preoccupied, but then Allah has been busy elsewhere for 1400 years and so that is nothing new.

If we ‘accept Islam’, as we are so often invited to do, we could all walk around covered in sacks with peep holes for our eyes, while crazed fanatics gun people down with shot guns because they caught them fucking and so they were offered up as another one of those human sacrifices that Muslims feed to their hungry idol. We could all then pretend that we so love that ruthless old bugger who rules over it all by bending down snout first to the earth to show our humble submission.

As for those of us who are not Muslims, but just said that we were Muslims so they wouldn’t hack us with the sword of Islam, we could hide out at home, behind our closed doors, heave a huge sigh of relief, and spend some private secret time living our hidden human lives while we enjoy the forbidden luxury of not being a Muslim protected by the safety of the four walls in the privacy of our own homes, provided that those fanatics do not bust into our homes by kicking the door down and catch us at it. Here we can see that life as a Muslim nation would be like buying lottery tickets every day, for there are so many private homes, and those fanatics can only boot the door down in so many private homes on any given day, so perhaps we can not be a Muslim in the privacy of our own homes and not get our ticket punched because our number did not come up.

I call myself the Prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, and I speak of a lovely garden paradise where we could find Adam and Even without the fig leaf, living with the God of lovers in a lover’s paradise. Now there are many things that can be found about religion that is deeply offensive, but there is one thing that can be said about my preaching and that is that it is not offensive, or at least it should not be offensive, for what human being in their right frame of mind would turn down a chance to love their many lovers in an enchanted lovers paradise. For some damned reason this idea is offensive to Muslims, who wish to not only deny themselves the fun and the joy of a lovers paradise but also want to saw the heads off any lovers they find. Apparently they prefer rituals such as bowing snout down in humble submission before some cruel ruthless son of bitch, who creates tempting temptations only to crush the dreams and break the hearts of humanity by sending out Muslims with saws and knives to make damn sure that no one becomes intoxicated with the allure of those tempting temptations. If this is not the definition of a son of a bitch I do not know what would be, but apparently Muslims, who hate lovers and who despise the lovers paradise, much prefer the holiness of bowing snout down to the ground in submission to that son of a bitch. There is only one thing to be said for that bastard Allah and bowing snout down before that ruthless prick and that is that it is better than burning in hell. At least you can avoid that dreadful fate, and even if you cannot walk through fields of lilies embracing your many lovers in a lovers paradise, which is something which would thrill a human heart, at least you will not be in hell.

Not being in hell seems to be about the only positive thing I can think of to say about something as demented and screwed up as Islam and its Koran, since loving your lovers in a lovers paradise would be so much better than ‘accepting Islam’, so much so that I can only see someone ‘accepting Islam’ just to get out of going to hell, there being so little positive to be said about the life of human slavery that follows Islam.. If you accept Islam you will survive, even though you will never really live, for you see that fig leaf peddling snake doesn’t love lovers and hates paradise, which then explains all those sacks covering Eve and those knives sawing off the heads of Adam or Eve, should those two lovers in paradise fall into the hands of those who have become deranged by just one more godforsaken religion.

Iranian Mullah

2007-09-08T11:42:00.000-06:00

One of my jobs as prophet of YAHWEH is to dispatch any messages from YAHWEH that I receive, and according to what I was told a couple of weeks ago Allah may have one country in his hip pocket, the Islamic Republic of Iran, but not for very much longer. If Allah wants to keep up appearances and maintain some kind of decent reputation on this planet for being a god of some sort then Allah better do the stump hop and ditch the fourteen hundred year long slumber and do something real fast, because it will take a god of some kind to save those Islamic Mullahs who have YAHWEH, the God of the Lovers Paradise gunning for them. You see, YAHWEH has this sore spot for fig peddling snakes who destroy the Garden in the Lovers Paradise, for unlike Allah, YAHWEH is the God of Lovers, as you can tell by all those glorious temptations and by the loveliness of the preaching of Gardens in Paradise filled with rejoicing lovers loving their lovers.

Now some time ago I warned our friends the liberals and the leftists that it might be a good idea to keep their busy tongues still and not stick their foot into their mouths when it came to this showdown between ‘American Imperialism’ and those provocative Mullahs in Tehran. However those people have no respect for the office of a Prophet of YAHWEH, and so as I have been sitting on the sidelines watching I have seen them all become afflicted with a terrible case of foot in mouth disease. Apparently they have this one size fits all analysis which can be trotted out for every adventure of ‘American Imperialism’ and so of course we are all being treated to ominous scenarios of mass protest and anger sweeping Iran when those Revolutionary Guards are blown to Kingdom Come and those Mullahs are toppled, because a Mullah without a gun to hold on the people of Iran is a Mullah without so much as a pot to piss in. I mean its not like Allah was some kind of god and thus could serve as a backup to those Revolutionary Guards. No, I think once a little laser surgery is done on Iran those Mullahs will find themselves short one god in one hell of big hurry, since it turns out that all those Iranian Mullahs had was a gun and they had no god, as unfolding events will very soon prove to be the case, which is exactly the point YAHWEH wishes made.

As for our liberals and leftist friends, they will be eating their own foot when, instead of widespread anger and disaster sweeping over Iran, there is massive rejoicing and dancing in the streets. Here we are assuming that ‘American Imperialism’ does not fuck things up by blowing up the people of Iran and ruining their country, which would be the only thing that will save those sour prognosticators, those liberals and leftist types from choking on their own feet. All the standard shop worn clichés are being recklessly trotted out, the bit about how in their great anger the people of Iran will rally around the Mullahs in Tehran in their outrage against ‘American Imperialism’, which is something that will happen when pigs fly, or that while the Iranian people are dancing in the streets in celebration somehow the rest of the Middle East will go up like a bomb in furious anger, which would be very strange indeed. Apparently you can only love a Mullah if you don’t have to live in the same country as a Mullah. I tried to warn those sour and dismal prognosticators, the liberals and leftists, to shut the fuck up and keep those feet out of their mouths, but as I said, for them it is one size fits all, or so it would seem, and now they will be sucking on their own toes for quite some time once their ruined reputations get flushed right down the shitter because they did not listen to the sage advice of a prophet of YAHWEH, but instead showed contempt.

Ramon Watkins

2007-09-07T15:50:00.000-06:00

There is this character on the loose in the United States, who claims to be a prophet, and goes by the name ’Propnhet Yahweh’ (link to his blog). He also a You Tube Channel online. What Ramon does, or what he once did before I shut him down about two years ago, is that he calls down UFOs while people are watching, and then he preaches a big pile of stone aged superstitions based upon ruthless application of those awful laws found in the first five books of the Bible. Yes, Ramon is not much a lover of loving your lovers in the Gardens of Paradise, but he is quite keen on stoning to death porn stars and lynching homos and dykes, and there are many other weirdo ideas found in those laws, such as sacrificing pigeons and using their blood to clean mold and mildew out of your house, and I would suppose we can all expect to be forced to do those stone aged rules and regulations as well.

In a post in the September column titled ‘The Silver Bullet’ I mentioned to you people about those sociopathic weirdos I refer to as ‘the dragons’ and I showed you what evidence I had on those ‘dragons’. Ramon can show you even more evidence on those dragons, assuming that he finally gets something going and can call down a flying dragon for you people to see, so that he can save your soul by forcing you live under stoned aged Bible law. Keep in mind, people, that if you ‘get saved’ by Ramon, you cannot go to the Garden of Eden to spend your time with the God of Lovers loving your lovers, which is something you would want to do and would be a God someone could actually love, but instead you will have to live under Ramon’s ruthless theocracy being ruled over by a sadistic son of bitch, a god no one could love, and doing things no one wants to do, but will do if they feel this is the only way to save their souls from the merciless bastard and his lakes of fire.

I am writing here about Ramon because now that I am finding my voice and becoming more of a poet perhaps, and maybe, just maybe, I might be able to reach some people, in particular porn stars, with the message of the Gardens of Paradise, I see that Ramon and his followers are suddenly getting lots of attention at the same time, which concerns me, because those things he is calling down are ‘devils’ and certainly not angels. We know they are ‘devils’ because only a devil would help Ramon and his friends ‘save the world’ while a compassionate angel would help you go to the Garden of Paradise where you could love your many lovers, the gift of the God of Lovers, since the Garden is a lovers paradise. This should be obvious, but for some fucked up reason people get convinced that they need to cut their balls off and poke their eyeballs out of their heads with a salad fork when some preacher of vile superstitions manages to convince them that some god is actually a deranged maniac.

You do need to be concerned about Ramon because he is not just another religious nut. He actually does call down devils and now he has disciples calling down devils in various places in the world. One of his disciples posted the following grave warning to the unsaved souls of the world.

READ ALL MY BLOGS!!!!!! I'VE BEEN VISITED AND SHOWN THE TRUTH!!!! DO NOT BE FOOLED!!! CHRIST'S NAME WAS 100% NOT JESUS!!!!! PERIOD!!!!! DID YOU KNOW THE LETTER J IS ONLY 500 YEARS OLD AND "ESUS" IS SATAN??? CHRIST'S REAL HEBREW NAME IS YAHSHUA!!!
THIS IS WHAT I FOUND TONIGHT!!! WATCH THE VIDEOS!!!! PLEASE!!!! IT MAY SAVE YOU, YOUR FAMILYS AND FRIENDS SOULS!!!

Yes, you really don’t want to fuck up by adding on that letter ‘J’ thus screwing up your names and going to hell for it. This is how screwy Ramon’s followers become, and it needs to concern you, because Ramon is for real. Don’t get me wrong. He is no prophet. He works for weird fig leaf peddling snakes from above who have the psycho agenda of destroying gardens. The more successful I am the more likely you will be seeing more of Ramon and his friends and the more trouble they will be causing.

If you scroll down the September column you will find a piece titled ‘A trail of Bread Crumbs’ where I toss out a few pieces of evidence that I am a prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, and one of those pieces of evidence is photographs of an experiment I was briefly conducting in reversing the aging process, which resulted in my half healed nose. I say half healed nose because I decided to leave the rest for later when I finally was able to get your complete and undivided attention. However, with Ramon getting busier, and looking like he might get busier still and cause havoc, I thought it would be good to perhaps pick up where I left off. Instead of cooling my heels and waiting in the lobby, perhaps I should get a running start on things.

I also intend to deal with Ramon by giving a few Bible teachings myself. For example, you can find a humorous satirical send up of The Ten Commandments on the linked page. You need to scroll to the bottom of the page, since the entire page is not on the Commandments. Ramon’s horrifying end times scenario of planetary destruction and lakes of fire for most of humanity etc etc is based heavily upon Revelations which is based heavily upon Daniel. Now I have already pointed out years ago that the Book of Daniel is a False Prophecy, and anyone interested can visit the link to consider the argument for yourself. I also have a page on heresy and forgery in the Bible which might be of some use.

Now the point to be made here is that I am so critical concerning that ruinous book, the Bible, and attempt to be so brutally honest, because I care about people and I don’t give a damn about doctrines, which is one of the main differences between myself and Ramon.

I thought I would post a few words about Ramon because it seems to me, the way things are working out, that your country, not to mention the planet, is about to be punished by getting Ramon Watkins as their prophet since they did not want me as a prophet, and you are going to have one hell of time dealing with the ruinous superstitions being spread around by that magician.

The Guru, the Poet

2007-09-06T15:17:00.000-06:00

I feel that I have exhausted that persona I created, the tub thumping preacher ranting about moral values, at least for the time being. Now I feel a new urge coming on, the desire to be your Guru, your spiritual guide, and perhaps, if I can manage it, your poet. My spiritual guidance will only be of value to those repentant sinners who have turned from their sinful ways, and no longer indulge that grave sin of being back stabbing gossip. If you have crossed that bridge then perhaps you can benefit from my spiritual wisdom and you might appreciate the few bread crumbs I have to toss your way, such bread crumbs being what I have to toss out to let you know that I really am a prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden. This will have to do until the time of the banquet when we can feast together upon the entire loaf, but for a repentant sinner even bread crumbs should suffice, for as I have come to understand it is only unrepentant sinners who keep demanding that I meet their high standards and go off to bring back ever more of those all important bread crumbs. Now keep in mind that your spiritual guide is a fuck up, and so if I leave you scratching your head, wondering what the hell I am doing now, well just give me some time to figure it out myself, and then we’ll both know.

A few lyrics from the song ‘All Night Long’

Well my friends the time has come
To raise the roof and have some fun
Throw away the work to be done
Let the music play on ...
Everybody sing, everybody dance
Lose yourself in wild romance
We're going to Parti', Karamu', Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along
We're going to Parti', Karamu', Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along

People dancing all in the street
See the rhythm all in their feet
Life is good, wild and sweet
Let the music play on ...
Feel it in your heart and feel it in your soul
Let the music take control
We're going to Parti', Liming, Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along
We're going to Parti', Liming, Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing my song

Into the Fire

2007-09-06T14:57:00.001-06:00

Lyrics by Sarah McLachlan, that poet of Eden.

Mother teach me to walk again
Milk and honey so intoxicating

And into the fire
I’m reunited
Into the fire
I am the spark
Into the fire
I yearn for comfort

Open the doors that lead on in to Eden
No more cheap disguise
I follow the signs marked back to the beginning
No more compromise

Free the water that carries me to the sea
You I see as my security

I will stare into the sun until it’s light doesn’t blind me
I will walk into the fire until it’s heat doesn’t burn me
And I will feed the fire

Heaven Bound

2007-09-06T12:14:00.002-06:00

How very lovely it has been to stroll through the Garden of God. How my heart thrills when I dream my dreams of the Paradise of Eden. How I long to linger there forever with my loved one.

Now Paradise is a vast Garden with endless rolling hills and countless streams and who can measure it. Many are its fruits. I have such a vivid imagination that I can actually feel the passionate release that I might feel if my loved one came to me after an absence of two hundred years spent gathering lilies in the valleys of paradise, and then returned to me. As I my arms wrap around my lover in a passionate embrace I can feel the intensity of that embrace. They do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and an absence of two hundred years without my lover in my arms, I was feeling very, very fond of my lover when at long last my lover returned to me.

Yes, the Garden is an everlasting paradise, and so very many are its many fruits, and I would imagine that parting for two hundred years would be such sweet sorrow, and many would be the moments of such sweet sorrow, for how could I deny my lovers what my own heart desires, which is to wander through the fruit orchards filling my basket with peaches or walking beside swiftly running streams gathering lilies, for is not this paradise, this wonderful Garden, is not a lovers paradise.

Oh sweet embrace, oh the wonderful release of passion fulfilled, for my lover has returned to my arms after two hundred years. Oh my darling, my little one, my precious one, my love, how very good it is to embrace you once again. Oh how I have longed for you my love. Come, tell me where you have been. Who have you met, who have you embraced, who has captivated you, oh my wanderer, my little dove, my little lamb, my love.

Yes, I certainly do have a vivid imagination, because I can actually feel the passion of such an embrace when I imagine life in the Garden of Paradise where I know my lovers will be roaming the valleys and walking by the streams looking for lilies and gathering fruit with which to fill their baskets. Oh happy day, oh longing fulfilled when my lover returns after an absence of two hundred years.

I am a human being and many are the lovers I long to embrace for an eternity, if only for a moment at a time. It is this captivating vision of the beauty of human love that can so captivate a human heart that makes me abhor the thought of being heaven bound.

Yes, there are other gods we hear about besides YAHWEH, but they cannot win my heart. Oh abhorrent heaven up above, where I would sit on clouds playing some harp, while forever I must mourn my lost paradise. If the only goal in life is to escape the ruthless punishments of some so called who hates Eden then I suppose there might be something to say for dying and becoming a ghost and being heaven bound. If mere survival is enough to satisfy then perhaps even the sterilized life of the saints in heaven might be enough to satisfy. But how will I ever forget the longing in my heart for the Garden of Paradise, where I have walked if only for a brief time with my lovers here on earth. Oh, taste of Paradise, the gift of YAHWEH, my lover and my God.

Oh sterile heaven, enemy of my paradise, my lovely Garden in Eden, how could I ever love thee. Oh crusher of dreams, oh miserly scrooge, oh heavenly god. Leave me to my temptations and take thy holiness away from me, and give me death before heaven. At least in death all will silent and I will no longer pine for my lost Eden, my paradise in the Garden. Oh spare me the foul and ferocious ministrations of thy fierce and fiery hell and grant me this one small dignity of a quiet peaceful death. Oh mighty one, grant me death as you deliver me from temptations and slam the door eternally on my Garden Paradise.

How brutal and how cruel are the ministrations of these other gods whose names are mentioned here on earth, but whose names will be forgotten forever in the Gardens of Paradise.

Jig Saw Puzzle

2007-09-06T12:14:00.001-06:00

As I have been experimenting with maintaining a blog it has occurred to me that a blog as a literary form is much like a jig saw puzzle. All you can do is to toss out a pile of puzzle pieces, and if there remain on earth those people who have a talent for working jig saw puzzles, perhaps they might be able to assemble the pieces and come up with a picture.

Perverted Pies

2007-09-06T08:14:00.001-06:00

I thought I would post a red flag warning that if you proceed ahead in this blog you may get rudely slammed in the face by a tossed perverted sounding pie. Now previously I mentioned that one reason why I was tossing such a pie was out of anger at religion and a wish to be provocative. It has occurred to me that there was a second motivation for my tossing of perverted sounding pies, and this motive was probably more compelling as a driving force than the former explanation.

I am like a barn storming preacher ready to go out crusading around the nation, while pounding a pulpit and damning that most damnable of sins that so pisses me off – gossip, the destroyer of worlds.

People build dungeons, the lay brick upon brick, they make the walls thick, like the walls of a mighty fortress, and then everyone must enter in and dwell in the depths of this dungeon. What comes around goes around. Today the gossiper, tomorrow the gosipee.

Everyone has these all to human little quirks and kinks, those dreadful little secrets that no one must ever know, and therefore to protect ourselves from the flying knives and from the barbs of those razor edged tongues, everyone must live secretive hidden lives. No one must ever know, and the thought that somehow they might find out is just dreadful.

For this reason I thought I would be provocative and toss a few kinks into a shopping cart, in the hopes that these few items might be enough to satisfy any gossip who might stop by. Hopefully what is tossed into that cart will be enough to satisfy because I don’t want to toss such pies anymore and instead I wish to move on to doing other things, now that I have done my bit to satisfy the salacious, who might have been wondering to themselves just what kind of muck might be dug up around my pad. Consider each perverted pie to be a gift from me to you.

Meet Romeo, the little Adam

2007-09-06T08:13:00.000-06:00

I have told the story of how I climbed the Mountain of Paradise in Banff National Park, and with a prayer, I cracked open those locked and sealed pearly gates. Now since no one has ever received an answer in prayer from God in thousands of years, no one believes me when I try to tell them that, yes, I did get a magnificent and glorious answer from the one they consider to be such a ruthless, merciless, pitiless scrooge and a son of a bitch.

In the hopes that it might help to convince people that it is possible to crack open those infamously locked and barred pearly gates, I thought that I would try yet one more time to introduce people to Romeo, the naked little Adam, for it was Romeo the little Adam who had the ear of God that evening, and perhaps if they knew Romeo they might be able to understand why the heart of God was so moved with passionate desire that no lock or bar would be allowed to stand in the way of a passionate embrace.

I was Romeo, the little lover, and I loved Adam. Oh how passionately I loved Adam. I saw all these little quirks and the all to human foibles and weaknesses in little Adam, and each time I saw such things, it always aroused within me these feelings of passionate love and compassionate affection. Human fuck ups seem to be required before my love reaction is triggered, and this seems to be true of me to this very day. I have told the story of how I began to do internet research on porn stars, in the hopes of humanizing these people who seemed like strangers to me, and who I very much wanted to know. My search led me to stumble upon Sean Lockhart, who, I discovered, is a fuck up, and this discovery of the humanity of Sean then triggered off feelings of overwhelming passion. I haven’t changed a bit since the time when I was Romeo the little Adam. I became so very fond of Sean. I love Sean Lockhart so very, very much, and I was so very happy that my research had led me to Sean and gave me the opportunity to get to know him. It was a little more than I was expecting when I began my research, but I was very pleased with the results, for I think it was this reaction of love and affection that I was hoping to find all along.

I was Romeo, but I was also little Adam, and how I loved to go walking in the Garden of Eden with my friend, that buck naked little Adam in the boy’s locker room after gym class. I loved Adam from the top of his head down to the tip of his toes. His body was like a wonderland, and he thrilled me so. It was all so mysterious, and none of it made any sense, but the very mystery of sexual attraction stirred up within me the most passionate feelings of love for God who had given me this glorious gift of thrilling sexual excitement.

How I loved YAHWEH, the God of the Garden of Eden, the giver of such generous gifts in such glorious abundance. I loved Adam, body and soul, and it was because I so passionately loved Adam that I so passionately loved God. I was a very devout child, and I was communing with God all the time, these times spent with God being one of the powerful memories of my youth. My prayers were filled with the same passion that I felt for Adam, for I loved YAHWEH and I loved YAHWEH’s beautiful garden.

The Christian God

2007-09-06T08:12:00.002-06:00

How I longed to enter into paradise, to walk forever with Adam over verdant fields and beside bubbling streams, gathering lilies. I swore to my God that I would be loving Adam until long after the sun went nova, and even long after the last of the stars in heaven’s firmament burned out.

How generous were the gifts of YAHWEH, for I loved Adam not only for his mind or for those little quirks and foibles and failings that always aroused such passionate love within me, but I also loved Adam’s body. How lovely was his back and the way it curved down and then became his bum. His body was like marble inlaid with every sort of precious and wonderful jewel. The excitement, the mysterious passion his naked body would arouse within me was intoxicating and so very beautiful. How I longed to walk through the Garden of Paradise forever, with Adam, my love.

Now let us consider the Christian God, for unlike YAHWEH, the God of the Garden of Eden, whom I loved and revered with an unbridled passion, I hated that Christian God with a fervor that was equal and opposite to the love I felt for YAHWEH.

What a dirty old bastard that Christian God seemed to be to me. First the miserable prick created the enchanting allure of the naked Garden, that glorious Eden, and that lovely creature, Adam. It was so very intoxicating, and the Christian God gave this intoxication a name. It was called ‘temptation.’ Now no ‘temptation’ could ever be a genuine ‘temptation’ unless it was genuinely ‘tempting’. Since this bastard, the Christian God, was planning to ban all temptation, first it was required to create temptation, and to make it ever so tempting so that it would be a temptation so that temptation could be resisted.

Yes, that loathsome and warp minded Christian God expected me to resist the Garden, the lovely and intoxicating Garden, and to resist that glorious temptation so that I could become worthy of the sterility of some placed called heaven. In heaven there were no bodies, no filthy genitals, and no obscene bare bums to tempt me and cause me to go down into hell. I would be pure, for the Christian God wanted purity of heart, and that meant resisting those intoxicating and very alluring temptations of that most glorious of Gardens.

How I longed to walk naked forever through the Garden of Paradise, but that Christian God said no, that can never be. It was for me to become a ghost and live a pure and sacred life up in heaven. No Garden of Eden in Paradise for me.

I loved YAHWEH’s lovely Garden, and I loved to look at Adam, my beautiful lovely Adam. It was so very tempting to look at Adam. It was more than just tempting, it was irresistible and so mysteriously intoxicating. But the Christian God said that there would be no looking at Adam. It was tempting to look at Adam, his round bottom, his beautiful penis, his wonderful flat chest, yes it was irresistible, it was so very tempting, but I was to resist temptation, for it was tempting me, so ordered the Christian God. If I was unable to resist such an alluring and intoxicating temptation as was the naked human body then the Christian God said that I should take a steak knife and gouge the eyes right out of my head and throw those two eyeballs into fiery hell, for it would be better for me to go through life blind, and not being tempted, than for me to follow those two tempted eyeballs into hell. If I could not stop jerking off, then it would be better, said that Christian God, that I chop both hands off and throw those hands into the fiery hell, right along with those two gouged out eyeballs. Yes, it was tempting, that Christian God had made it all so tempting, and so only severe measures would ever make someone like me a suitable candidate to have my balls cut off and have myself turned into a permanently asexual ghost up in spiritual sexless heaven.

Now how could you not hate a manipulative old bastard like that fucking son of a bitch, the Christian God? Just as the love I felt for YAHWEH and for YAHWEH’s glorious Garden of Paradise was endless and eternal, so the hatred I felt in my heart for that loathsome oppressor, the Christian God, was also eternal, and while I longed to live for and with YAHWEH, the only desire I felt in my heart as it concerned that Christian God was to be allowed to die and cease to exist forever, disappearing into the void of nonexistent eternal blackness, rather than having that ruthless fucker throwing me into the lake of fiery hell. This humble request of mine, for eternal nonexistence seemed to be not to much to ask of that ruthless fucker, but there was no way to be sure if such a request would ever be granted by such a sadistic maniac.

I can only love God if I also love Adam, and if I love Adam’s body, for to sincerely and genuinely love God is to love YAHWEH’s Garden and to be a lover who dreams of sexual paradise, for YAHWEH is like a passionate lover and only a lover who longs to embrace their loved one can ever know God or love God.

Clitoris

2007-09-06T08:12:00.001-06:00

If you are familiar with human anatomy and its development in the womb would know that we all start out as females, and we have a clitoris and ovaries. When appropriate hormones are released, a clitoris can then become a penis while ovaries drop out of the body cavity and become testicles.

A clitoris is the progenitor of the penis, and as every boy knows, there is nothing as glorious as the feeling of warm wetness wrapped around such a sensitive organ as the penis. The same is true of the clitoris. While a boy can slip a penis into a vagina and enjoy all the thrills that paradise has to offer, a clitoris has nowhere to go to experience such rapture. Therefore the clitoris must be sucked.

Now notice that I say that a clitoris must be sucked. Would a boy enjoy having his penis licked like a Popsicle? Boring. A clitoris is the female equivalent of the male penis, and it should be sucked the way a male would enjoy having his penis sucked. A clitoris should not be licked like a Popsicle stick.

Among the Bonobo apes the sucking of the female clitoris is a standard part of the Bonobo sexual repertoire. That the only useful purpose for a clitoris is that it should be sucked is something so obvious that even a monkey could figure it out, and this makes me mourn all those Christian women who lived in Christian societies over the ages of time and who therefore only got fucked and who never experience the same passion that a man experiences because they never had their clitoris properly sucked.

So therefore it is an act of sexual immorality for a man to be a pig and how that he is a selfish pig by being a glutton when it comes to pleasing himself by wrapping warm wetness around his own cock, while ruthlessly denying the same feeling of ecstasy to a woman. You get down there and suck that clitoris, straight boy, or it’s no more pussy for you, boy.

Pervert

2007-09-05T22:11:00.002-06:00

I have been doing some thinking here, and it has occurred to me that perhaps it was not a fig leaf peddling snake who wrote pervert on my word processor, but that it could in fact have been YAHWEH who wrote ‘pervert’ just to clue me in and let this brain dead moron know that I just look like a pervert to you people.

It is my practice to not erase my traces. I do not use the delete button and I usually leave all my fuck ups out for the world to see. However the last thing in the world I need is to encourage people to be perverts, because this planet is already fucked up enough as it is.

Now let me explain my psychological motivations for being so shocking and brutally frank in writing about sex. It is motivated by a fury against religion and the deep hatred against God that religion creates in the human heart. If you wanted to invent someway to make the human heart overflow with ever lasting hatred towards God, there is no better way to accomplish this task that I can think of than to create a bare ass and then create a ‘temptation’ which will have to be resisted lest a ruthless bully come around and soak you with gasoline and then throw a fucking match onto the gasoline because you failed to resist that temptation. When I think about that fucked up thing known as religion, and in particular when I think about the Roman Catholic Church, the mother of such fuck ups, my frustration and fury with those dogmatic fuck ups and the years and years of stubbornly unrepentant pointless dogmatism coming from that godless godforsaken place known as a church, a great anger rises up inside me. I want to ram the biggest pie on earth right into the face of that church and just leave them to sit there and wait and maybe, just maybe, after two thousand years of being godforsaken and deserted perhaps a god of some kind or another might show up with a towel and wash the pie off the face of that fucked up place. It does seem rather unlikely.

Think of two thousand years of religion as being a scientific experiment. We can see that even if you repeat that same fucking experiment over and over and over again for two thousand fucking fucking years you get the same fucking fucking results each time. Let me spell it out for you. This great monstrous dragon opens its mouth and all of humanity is invited to march into the maw of that waiting dragon and to be devoured by the flames of its mouth and disappear forever into eternal endless nonexistence. A worse and more cruel punishment for a church I cannot imagine, and what is worse, is that even something that monstrous is not enough to get a church to repent. And that is something that just infuriates me, and it brings out outrageous conduct in me.

Who can ever say enough about the cruelty of religion, that old neglected whore. I have these images in my mind of a small child, like the child I once was, staring into the darkness of endless eternal blackness of nonexistence, while looking up at the sky and thinking about the cruel and vicious nature of any possible god like being that might exist, although there would be no way of knowing for sure one fucking way or the other, and as I ponder these images my fury just builds and builds inside of me, growing in intensity, as I think about that heartless, godless, rebellious, arrogant, deceitful thing known as a church.

Sean Lockhart and the Eden Boys

2007-09-05T22:11:00.001-06:00

I double bunk with this brain dead moron, and because that trusting gullible moron that splits a suite with me cannot be trusted, I usually do not allow him to speak, and that is a mistake. So therefore I thought that I would attempt to put my feelings into a few words of my own, and then do a much better job by quoting from the Song of Solomon, since there is no point in reinventing the wheel, and that Song is so much better than anything I think I could ever write. For the purposes of this piece, I will address Sean, but really I feel that way about all those guys.

Oh, Sean, my little lamb, my darling, my love, my little dove (with a broken wing). Oh for so very long I have stood along on the side of the mountain and watched my lambs march off towards the horizon, where the smoke of destruction rises up in columns, and where all lambs go as they march through this life. Ahead on the road you can see the column of smoke rising, and you know that this is where you must go someday, into the flames of that destructive inferno and then off into the blackness of eternal endless nonexistence and the perpetual stillness of endless silence and eternally lasting darkness.

How my heart ached, and still does, over the ruinous destruction of my flock. They are now like sheep who wander and no shepherd can gather them. Many shepherds have scattered my flock.

When I returned from the Mountain of Paradise I did not then live a life full of joy and gladness. I did not open bottles of wine, and I did not feast upon banquet tables covered with the choicest fruits. I do not feast alone, and all my little lambs were gone, they were scattered and were found wandering. I called for them, but they did not respond.

Oh, my little lambs, my loves, for now I will have to let you go and allow you continue your march toward the horizon and the towering column smoke which you know awaits you someday. But while you march, you will hear my song. Perhaps my little lambs will respond someday to the lyrics of my love song.

Come home little lambs, to the Mountain of Paradise, to the Garden of God, to the banquet and to the joy and celebration that is to come, yes it is coming, someday it must come, my little ones, my darlings, the love of my heart and the aching longing of my soul.

Song of Solomon

2007-09-05T22:10:00.000-06:00

I really don’t like the idea of erasing my fuck ups, and if I did it would be the first time. I like to leave everything naked and exposed to the world. However, to deal with any possible pervert problem my very provocative statements may have created, I thought I would describe my passionate feelings for Adam, and for Adam’s body, by perhaps quoting from the Song of Solomon in the Bible.

Do not gaze at me because I am swarthy, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me, they made me keeper of the vineyards; but, my own vineyard I have not kept!

Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you pasture your flock, where you make it lie down at noon; for why should I be like one who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?

Your cheeks are comely with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with silver.
While the king was on his couch, my nard gave forth its fragrance.
My beloved is to me a bag of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.
My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi.
Behold, you are beautiful, my love; behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, truly lovely. Our couch is green;
the beams of our house are cedar, our rafters are pine.

As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Sustain me with raisins, refresh me with apples; for I am sick with love.
O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me!

My beloved is like a gazelle, or a young stag. Behold, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.
My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away;
for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

Catch us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vineyards, for our vineyards are in blossom.

Upon my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he gave no answer.
"I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the squares; I will seek him whom my soul loves." I sought him, but found him not.
The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city. "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
Scarcely had I passed them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

A garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.
I come to my garden, my love, I gather my myrrh with my spice, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink: drink deeply, O lovers!

I slept, but my heart was awake. Hark! my beloved is knocking. "Open to me, my love, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."

My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
His eyes are like doves beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.
His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding fragrance. His lips are lilies, distilling liquid myrrh.
His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is ivory work, encrusted with sapphires.
His legs are alabaster columns, set upon bases of gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.
His speech is most sweet, and he is altogether desirable. This is my beloved and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

I went down to the nut orchard, to look at the blossoms of the valley, to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom.
Before I was aware, my fancy set me in a chariot beside my prince.

I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages;
let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.

The mandrakes give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid up for you, O my beloved.
O that you were like a brother to me, that nursed at my mother’s breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.
I would lead you and bring you into the house of my mother, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the juice of my pomegranates.
O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me!

Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? Under the apple tree I awakened you. There your mother was in travail with you, there she who bore you was in travail.
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.

Snake Attack

2007-09-05T11:16:00.000-06:00

Anyone who listens to me has to get used to the idea that I am the prophet of YAHWEH, the preacher of the Garden of Eden, and so therefore I have weird stories to tell, including some spooky ghost stories (see below).

For example, just this morning, I came under a fig leaf peddling snake attack. I opened my word processor and while I was working, I suddenly noticed the word 'pervert' typed on my page. I didn't type that.

So it would seem that I am doing a good job because I have pissed off that snake as I can see from that snake attack.

Loving God

2007-09-05T09:59:00.001-06:00

Now that I have finished shocking and scandalizing and provoking people with brutally frank discussions of fagitry, I thought it would be good to say a few words about human sexuality and loving God.

First I make note of the fact that the main reason why religion hates God, and does not love God at all, is because of the ruthlessly fucked up sexual system which is found in our religions. You see, it is not possible to force oneself not to look at a cute bare bum and find it to be a cute bare bum without a feeling of deep bitterness, yes even a feeling of deep hatred for that son of bitch, that rotten bastard God. I know this to be true, for if I was ruthlessly forced to renounce my love of Adam's body then I know, just bhy exploring these feelings within myself, that the result would be an intense hatred of God, and not the love of God at all. Church people are like me, they are also human beings, and so despite their claims to have had the help of some ghost to purify their hearts of all sinful desires, I would assume that they are still bitterly hostile towards God, for as we know, even that ghost cannot save church people from the temptations that come along from time to time, the cute bare bums, those forbidden cute bare bums, that must, alas forever be kept under wrap under fig leaves, lest church people, filled with some ghost, should taste of the forbidden fruit of being mysteriously aroused by the sight of a cute bare ass and sin against that bastard God of theirs.

I use the term 'mysteriously' turned on and pleased by bare bums for it is a mystery why human beings should find a bare bum to be so thrilling. No one finds their sofa or the door knob to be exciting, but bare bums, oh yes, they are a cute and very thrilling thing.

It is because of our two thousand years of the religion of trying to hate bare bums that I now find such deep hatred and hostility towards God everywhere I go on this planet. It is my hope that my frank discussions of fagitry and my idealization of human sexuality will do something to help overcome this for the way things are right now the human race would rather die and go into eternal darkness forever than live with some old bastard God who forces them to resist the temptations of their own inborn nature, which tells you a lot about the true purposes of religious doctrine. If someone wanted to create hatred and animosity towards God in the human heart there would be no better way to do it than to create the kind of religions that have existed on this planet for thousands of years.

Outrage at Religion

2007-09-05T09:49:00.000-06:00

It seems good to me to put into words the depth of my outrage and anger that I feel whenever I think about religion.

Could there be anything more offensive on the face of this godforsaken earth than the sight of religion going about doing its thing, while it is a religion without God?

A display of stubborn recalcitrance like that just infuriates me. I don't want even one more human child to look out into the darkness and face that fear of the yawning chasm of eternal blackness and death which is the product of religion. Religion without God is not the cure for that yawning fucking chasm, but the root cause. And that makes me supremely pissed off.

For years and years I have walked around like an old widow, dressed in black, with a black veil over my face, mourning because of the ruin of these people, these prisoners locked up in the gloomy dungeon. There really isn't one hell of a lot of love to be found in the heart of our religion nor is their a trace of genuine compassion to be found that fucking place. She is one stubborn bitch, religion is, and the children can sit and cower in the darkness, while that rebellious whore of a thing stubbornly preaches her doctrines and her dogmas, as though such doctrines and dogmas were what were precious on this planet. This certainly seems to be true of her, and she will not repent, nor will she open the door a crack.

She has doctrines and she has dogma, but she has no God, but she does have a pile of fucking bullshit theology to explain how some divorced whore is still, somehow, to be thought of as a married woman. Well I say fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. I am getting so fucking angry at religion. Do righteous people slam doors in the face of the human race?

Brent Corrigan

2007-09-05T09:04:00.002-06:00

The new home of Brent Corrigan

I call myself ‘the prophet of YAHWEH’, and ‘the preacher of the Garden of Eden’, and one of my big projects at the present time is evangelizing porn stars. (Links : My first attempt … My second attempt which I think was an improvement … Sean Lockhart … (Part Four) : Do I like porn? … (Part Five) : Come join me in the Garden

Now someone might ask why I am now evangelizing porn stars and I would answer that I am working on this project right now because I am a moron. If I was a little sharper then I would have been evangelizing porn stars first and foremost, starting years ago, but because I am a little slow on the uptake I first spent fruitless years trying to evangelize churches instead. I am hoping that evangelizing porn stars will turn out to be much easier than evangelizing churches and won’t take years and years as is the case with evangelizing churches. This should prove to be the case since with a porn star you do not have the problem of first struggling to get rid of the fig leaf they have been using to cover their dicks and their pussies, and with a church you can spend years trying to remove the fig leaf, and get nowhere at the end of it all, because this is church and at church they consider that fig leaf to be their holiest of all things, and something definitely not to be screwed around with, and certainly never to be removed. For this reason I could never get around to evangelizing churches because I remained bogged down in that project of first removing that fig leaf and since this fig leaf removal is the prerequisite to successful evangelization I was never able to reach so much as square one with churches. With porn stars I have a running start because there is no fig leaf which means that I can get right down to business and start evangelizing porn stars right away, thus saving myself years and years of time and, yes, probably accomplishing something for the very first time in my life.

As part of my work I spent time attempting to understand porn stars by researching their internet presence in the form of personal blogs, and at the end of it all my search led me to Brent Corrigan. Not only was their one hell of a soap opera surrounding that fellow but it was also possible by using his blogs and by gathering together all the other traces of his presence scattered over the internet to begin to get a well formed picture of a real genuine living human being, which is exactly what I was hoping to discover when I began my search.

I discovered Adam, and I also discovered that Adam was involved in a big struggle to ditch the fig leaf while at the same time battling with the fig leaf peddling snake. Of course, being the prophet of YAHWEH I had to intervene and one of the purposes of my intervention was to build a high towering wall of protection around ‘Brent Corrigan’, and I am satisfied with the results. There still may be those who come up against him, but they will not prevail. If they do prevail they will prevail for a very short time because I will be back and that will be the end of their prevailing.

Now when Adam requires the services of an exterminator he should not try to do the job himself but rather he should call upon the services of a trained professional. If you had a leaky roof you wouldn’t try to fix the place yourself, but rather you would call for an experienced roofer. In the same way someone who requires the services of a professional snake batter, since the proper way to deal with fig leaf peddling snakes is to smack their skulls with a baseball bat. This might seem easy enough but you still need the services of a trained professional, someone who knows the snake in its natural habitat, its habits and ways, and thus can track down that snake, for you cannot bash in the head of fig leaf peddling snake if you don’t know where the snake is hiding out. It just logically follows.

The Eden Boys

2007-09-05T09:04:00.001-06:00

Now before I go any further I thought that I would make clear my position regarding Adam and his gang of Eden boys.

I can speak about Eden boys with knowledge and insight since, you see, I was also an Eden boy. Let me tell you one visit to that boy’s locker room after gym class to romp in the Garden of Eden with that Adam who had ditched the leaf was always more than enough to get this Eden boy down on my knees and sincerely praising God Almighty, and more than once, too. A little further down on this blog I discuss how I was able to pray at Banff National Park, and for the first time in perhaps thousands of years, I was able to bust open the iron gates of the heavenlies and I got an answer from God. Now people keep insisting that I did not, even though I did, and the reason they doubt is that for thousands of years people have attempted to pray their way through those locked and sealed iron gates without success. However they were not Eden boys, and since YAHWEH is the God of the Garden of Eden, this meant that their prayers went unanswered, for if you answer the prays of an idol worshipper you are encouraging idol worship, and for that reason YAHWEH was only willing to answer the prayer of an Eden boy.

Now I was an Eden with no fig leaf, and I loved YAHWEH’s Garden, or at least the little slice of paradise that can be found in a fig leafed civilization such as ours, which happened to be that little Eden in the boy’s locker room after gym class. I knew, somehow I just knew, when I was sincerely saying my devout prayers praising YAHWEH for that beautiful Garden and that Adam whom I adored so very much, that I was YAHWEH’s love child. One of those prayers that I said at Banff could be paraphrased in the following way : “We both know that I am your number one, and I know that you cannot resist holding my in your arms in a passionate embrace, and for that reason I think that you and I should throw off all restraint and just give into our desire and embrace right now, this very evening, here in Banff.” As I said, I knew I was number one, and I was right, because YAHWEH is like a lover and YAHWEH just passionately loved that little Adam so very much, and little Adam knew it, too. All the passion of my prayers in the years prior to my trip to Banff had built up my powers as a prayer warrior and I was able to pray just as passionately at Banff as I had been learning to pray at home in my bedroom every day after we had gym class, and so for that reason I, the little Adam, was able to pray my way into the arms of my beloved while religious people prayed for thousands of years and received only ice cold silence. You see, I knew what I was doing and I knew who I was praying to and what I was praying for. That turns out to make all the difference in the world, and so the fact that religious people have given prayer a bad name turns out to mean sweet fuck all at the end of it all, and I did ask and I did receive, hard as people seem to think such a thing is to believe.

So then my attitude towards Adam and his gang of Eden boys is to leave them to romp in the Garden. They are just Eden boys having fun while they long with passion in their hearts to celebrate the joys of being human during the time they spend under the sun. While I do realize that my attitude of acceptance of romping Eden boys would be considered outrageous by religious sorts who consider fun to be a crime punishable by worse than death, I would remind people that these are the same people who couldn’t get so much as one pray answered for thousands of years, and when you are the people whom God has steadfastly deserted and refused to acknowledge for so very long this makes me wonder where such people get the arrogant insolence to claim to speak for God when it should be crystal clear, after thousands of years, that God does not speak to them and therefore certainly would not be speaking through them.

A Trail of Bread Crumbs

2007-09-05T09:01:00.002-06:00

Before I continue blogging away here, I would like to draw the reader’s attention to a trail of bread crumbs, since you cannot have a genuine prophet of YAHWEH on the job without there being a trail of bread crumbs to follow that form a trail leading back to the original source, which was YAHWEH God. I feel it is required that I briefly go over this matter since although I am a prophet of YAHWEH, and should therefore be much more famous than I am, the truth is that even after all these years I find that I still must go back to the beginning and start over again, doing this over and over again, since every attempt is made to deny me any sort of history in this place, which then requires me to start from the beginning over and over again, every single time I encounter someone new.

I told you the story of how when I was fifteen the brilliant glowing craft appeared at Banff National Park. The craft then followed my family to Jasper, and then to Meadow Lake, and finally back to my hometown of Melville, Saskatchewan. Naturally this caused a big stir in that town, and I remember the people who saw them. People were also doing that thing that people do when such strange things begin to happen, which is calling the police and calling the media. I remember one kid, whose name was Craig, who was out every evening with his toy telescope trying to get a closer look.

Now in my intellect I knew that what was happening was very real, but at the same time I noticed this bizarre conflict which existed within my personality. I knew it was real and yet at the same time it did not feel real. My mind was pulling me in one direction while my emotions were constantly trying to pull me back to where I came from. It took some time before my emotions settled down and began to agree with my head. This was a strange experience and I mention it because it is inevitable that sooner or later you will be experiencing something similar.

I would love so very much to be able to convince you not to follow your emotions which will be pulling you back onto the road you were on before, where you will then begin to continue your trek towards the horizon and the awaiting inferno that every human being sees burning in the distance, and which waits to consume them and destroy them somewhere further down the road. Your heart is on this road, and will not easily leave this road behind, because it is all it has ever experienced.

I could try to appeal to your mind, instead of to your emotions, by showing you a few pieces of observable data. For example, are you familiar with that ‘Eden Wing’ made out of clouds? (Here is the link Eden Wing Press Release
) What happened here is that a giant cloud shaped like a wing was unfolded like a banner over the barren Sahara desert during the Earth Day Weekend, 2001. The press releases are dated Friday evening, and the wing appeared on Sunday, April 22nd, 2001, two days later. The idea behind that stunt was to announce ‘The Garden of Eden,’ by employing the metaphor of a desert transformed into a Garden, with the Garden protected by a wing much like the wing of a mother bird might shelter a chick. I really am embarrassed by those foolish sounding press releases, but you see, I was much more the clueless moron back in those days, and everything I have been through since then has made me a little wiser.

About a year and half ago I started up on another plan to ‘announce the Garden of Eden’. This involves reversing the aging process. Now have you ever heard of some old fag becoming a young fag? Now people think that praying to YAHWEH God and getting an answer is idiotic, and so I must assume that they would be equally convinced of the stupidity of someone suggesting something so stupid. And yet once again there is observable physical evidence that I documented on my website and which is still visible on my nose, which is half healed. I had a sun damaged nose which upon which I proceeded to reverse the aging process while documenting the physical changes on my website. I only went half way on that project and then I stopped because I want to change the way the world thinks, and I can’t do that if no one is paying attention, and so I will wait. However even that half healed nose of mine is significant, because this is physical evidence, and not some crack pot dream. Who has despised the day of small beginnings? Someone might say, ‘it is only a half healed nose, which is to miss the point, because, you see, it is a half healed nose. It should be a completely ruined nose but it is a half healed nose. If you can think of anyone else on the planet with a ruined nose pulling a rabbit out of a hat and coming up with even so much as a half healed nose, let me know. To see some pictures you can follow the links. Page One … Page Two … Page Three … Page Four

There is also a related page on the theory of evolution, related because the physical transformations that took place on that ruined nose and the physical changes which took place during the evolution of species are both caused by the same process (‘biological algorithms’). Principles of Evolution

Every Old Fags Dream

2007-09-05T09:01:00.001-06:00

I am the dream come true of every old fag in the world, and just the cure for what ails any bitter old queen. You might think that this means that I am one of those Eden boys, but that was over thirty years ago. But that doesn’t matter, I am still every old fags dream, for you see, YAHWEH still loves little Adam, and YAHWEH wants little Adam back.

Let me ask you people again : Who has despised the day of small beginnings? You know something, I have labored for years and you people will just never, ever give me a break, and is it me who is not getting a break. Is it not you people who are hurting yourselves to your own harm?

You know, I went through most of my life in the deepest grief and sorrow. Yes, I was dressed in black like a widow with a black veil over my face in the deepest mourning over you people. I knew that no matter how many times I tried to get you to understand that I had just come back from the Garden of Eden you would not believe my testimony. I had no choice but to let you go back to your life and to continue your death march towards the inferno of destruction awaiting you just over the horizon. To see a planet full of people doing something so ruinously useless was a pain in my heart that just never did heal. I was helpless before your blindness and powerless to do anything about your deafness, and constantly stymied by your reckless ruinous stubbornness. This problem continues to this day, because I keep tossing out bread crumbs, and the buzzards peck them up and carry them away.

The one thing that has changed in my life is that after my last ‘nervous breakdown’ last month, I no longer mourn for you people. It is a waste of my time. I will continue to make the attempt to reach out to you, and then I will leave you to return to the arms of your lovers, so that you might once again join in a passionate embrace while the great painful sadness of the shortness of your embrace washes over you in waves, as is typical behavior for people such as you. You can embrace your lover and embrace your sorrow at the shortness of it all, as you long for a long, long embrace as sadness and sorrow washes over you in waves. Are you as in love with your own sorrow as you are in love with your lovers? Is grief like a lover to you people from whom you cannot bear to be parted. I will leave you to your lover and as for myself from this day forward I am going to live my life emotionally detached from you people. I will no longer share your pain. You can feel it yourself. Is it not your own fault? You have made your choices, and now go and live with your choices if you can. Have a pity party, but don’t expect any pity from me.

Scandalous Bon Bons

2007-09-05T09:00:00.002-06:00

Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you people. The reason why you do not give me a chance is because you people are unrepentant sinners, and your sins are like an iron wall which prevent you from ever entering into paradise.

Your sin is found in your mouth. It is gossip, that cruel and filthy habit of yours. It is those salacious little bon bons of scandal and back stabbing that you people indulge in as though you were indulging yourself in little sweet treats. I hear you around the coffee table at work, and I am appalled by your cruelty and the wickedness of your gossiping back stabbing mouths. This is the sin that keeps you out of paradise. Do you get so much pleasure from your backstabbing gossip that it is even worth trading for the pleasures of paradise? I would certainly hope so, for because of that one filthy sin of yours and the dreadful inhumanity that has rooted itself down in your nasty heart you have traded paradise for those painful embraces and the great sorrow that lives in your heart at the shortness of it all and the cold icy silence of God, assuming that any such God even exists any more in the ruined hearts of you people, since it has been so very, very long, yes, such a very very long long time.

No one can repent and stop sinning by breaking their filthy addiction to nasty gossip for fear of facing down the fury of the pack. Therefore everyone marches in step carrying on with that filthy life destroying addiction to nasty gossip, which is you sin, and for most of you, just about the only really major life destroying sin you have. Such a thought is thoroughly disgusting to me. I will hold my hands out to you everyday but you will wall me off and keep me trapped and locked away because you yourself are wall off and trapped by a filthy sin from which you do not repent..

The Original Gossip

2007-09-05T09:00:00.001-06:00

From whence did this ruinous cycle of gossip, peer pressure, and more and more endless gossip have its source. What was the source of the original sin of the original gossip?

What is a priest other than a scandal mongering gossip who wears a special robe. Because he has dressed for the occasion in what we are told are holy garments it is to be hoped that no one will notice that he is nothing more than a salacious trouble making gossip, but rather perhaps they will think of his gossip as being the evidence that he is a moral exemplar.

The priest is a gossip who relies upon peer pressure to spread his fucked up system of morality throughout any given population. The priest is not a son of the philosophers nor are his fucked up ideas one of the daughters of philosophy. Therefore he must rely upon the coercive force of peer pressure and he must employ the technique of shaming and the threat of excommunication to inculcate a feeling of shame and guilt and to do this he gossips and he scandal mongers. For the priest to ‘save souls’ is to create a nation of scandal mongering gossips and back stabbers who are packing knives.

Human beings are social creatures and they need to feel that they are part of the group, and when this simple shaming technique is employed by some gossip like that priest and a weak human being responds with the fear of any human being facing excommunication from the group, the guilt inspired by this crude technique is then called ‘the move of the holy ghost.’ This gossip followed by shaming is grossly manipulative of human weakness and if the priest is allowed to succeed at his priest craft the end result will be a society royally fucked up by worthless nonsense posing as moral values while the peer pressure of the group keeps the human race enslaved and in bondage to the laws of priests for long ages of time. No one is free to live their lives, for everyone is now a gossip and that means that everyone is now an oppressor, and as the sorry history of the human race demonstrates so clearly, it takes long ages of time for any human society to finally become free of this system of enslavement, while the most ruthless and murderous punishments are inflicted upon those few brave souls who first took a hammer to the wall and were murdered by priests, giving their lives so that future generations might finally have some hope of once again living free.

The priest could only succeed at his priest craft because our ancestors were gossips, and the fact that the moral values of that priest were corrupt and contradictory nonsense made no difference, for you see it is the practice of scandal mongering nasty gossips to ram the knife into the back of people for the simple act of being human beings who just happened to violate some phony taboo, and since the priest is the master of the art of manufacturing phony taboos it was a simple matter for the human race to fall into the trap of religion, for religion is the just punishment which came raining down upon the heads of the human race for the crime of being unfeeling and inhumane gossips.

Lot in Sodom

2007-09-05T08:59:00.000-06:00

You know I don’t think that there is anyone else on this planet who more deserves to reverse the aging process than me, because my sex life was ruined because I was destined to become Lot in Sodom. Do oil and water mix? Whenever I was confronted with a choice between sex and my moral values, I always chose my moral values, and that meant that I sure didn’t get laid very often.

If you ask people who have known me over the years to tell you about me, they will shake their heads. It is so sad the way that boy ruined his life, they will say. And in so many ways. I ruined it with grief and I ruined with mourning and I ruined it by not having lots of fun with sex. If there was ever a person who so disgracefully ruined and wasted his very very short time on earth it was me. This is what they will tell you if you ask them to speak about me. When you are a righteous man living among sinners you are widely considered to be the biggest fool who ever lived and your life becomes a parable of tragic waste, a veritable text book example of just why no one should ever be righteous but rather we should all compromise our moral values so that we can live during our short time under the sun.

I explored the gay scene in my city only for a very brief time and then I was gone. I had those guys pegged right away. They were such nasty scandal mongers and bad gossips, in short they were typical members of society. I was a hottie, which only made those who know me even more disgusted with my life choices. As someone once said to me, sarcastically, ‘enjoy your life,’ and then he shook his head in disgust. Someone else once said to me, ‘most men would give anything in the world to have a body like yours and you hide it away.’ How disgusting.

Well, you know, I was a hottie, and I was also a real nice guy, very generous and giving, but as I saw by listening to all that salacious gossip, one thing you don’t want to be is generous and giving. If you are, then you become Sleazy the Town Slut. “Well that boy is one slutty whore. He’s such an easy slut that probably just about anyone could fuck him.: I already had a life script, the story of a very good hearted good soul who was a hottie and who understood the thrill that people got from a very nice body, and would have been happy to thrill some of those guys. I already had a life script, not that I was planning to act out the role, because it was who I really was, and I certainly didn’t need anyone writing a new script for me, especially a fucker like that one. Sleazy the Town Slut? As generous girls have learned throughout history, that’s gratitude for you, right?

I was such a hottie, they used to compare me to porn stars, and they would tell me, “you oughta be in pictures, boy.” I was swimming a mile a day, and sometimes those boys would rearrange their schedules so as to show up at the YMCA in the hopes of getting a little closer to Apollo, and I used to get the pop eye look of surprised astonishment all the time. Yes, I was eye popping eye candy, and I was not only good, I was better than they were expecting. I think I might have had a bit of the exhibitionist in my personality at the time, because I used to watch out of the corner of my eye for that pop eyed look. (Sound effect : “POP!”) When I saw it again I used to think to myself, ‘Good! Ha! Ha! Ha!’

Yes I was Lot in Sodom. I could have been Sleazy the Town Slut, if I chose to step into the role, but given how I wasn’t the first, as I quickly learned from the bad scandal mongering mouths on those guys, I decided not to audition for the part. I chose the alternative role, that of Lot in Sodom, and I left the gay scene behind, vanishing in a puff of smoke, and was never seen again. Years later when I ran into some of those guys, they would always ask me why I suddenly vanished in puff of smoke and was never seen again, and I would toss off some cooked up explanation, because I didn’t want to tell them that they were all appalling sinners to me, and since oil does not mix with water, I decided to pack up and do the Lot thing and just move out of Sodom once and for all.

Yes, those guys really fucked themselves instead of fucking me, for gossip ruins the lives of the gossiper as well as the gossipee. People are so ruinously stupid that they actually construct dungeons for themselves where human beings live secret lives, the whole dungeon system being maintained by leagues of dungeon masters with scandal mongering tongues.

Now as I think back over the years, I know that those gay guys who were not fucking me were probably dreaming of fucking some porn star or another. That dream of theirs did not come true either, and the difference between fucking me and fucking some porn star on some screen is that I was actually fuckable, or I could have been, if it had not been for their evil sinful ways. Are fuckable porn stars just a dime a dozen to you guys? Easy come, easy go, that’s your motto?

Gossips are such stupid people. They build a dungeon and then they lock themselves inside, and no doubt they hold the occasional pity party for themselves, for are they not unfortunate wretches locked in dungeons, and barred from paradise?

The Silver Bullet

2007-09-05T08:58:00.000-06:00

Well that’s enough bawling people out for today. Now it is time for a ghost story. (I have lost my satirical edge, but perhaps once I get a few things out of my system, I can go back to burlesque and satirize everything, which I love so much and enjoy doing so very much).

The following is a link to a scanned image of my. driver’s license . You will notice that number on it is ‘ 0 9 0 6 6 6 0 6 ‘. Yes, it is my spooky driver’s license, with the number ‘ 6 6 6 ‘.

Now as I keep telling people, I really am the genuine Prophet of YAHWEH and the real honest to God preacher of the Garden of Eden, and that trail of bread crumbs I leave in my wake as well as my notorious mouth suggests that this is in fact true. It should come as no surprise that someone who really is someone should pull out a bad driver’s license like that one. Now I could go down to that driver’s agency and pound my fist on the desk and demand that this number be removed. After all, I am a prophet of YAHWEH, and the last thing I need is the hassle of some ‘mark of the beast’ driver’s license number. However I refuse to do that, for two reasons. First it is one more bread crumb. Second it is a piece of evidence I have against those dragons, for you see there are not only heavenly angels up above, but there are these weirdos, the sociopaths, whom I refer to as Dragons. Because they are psychos they aren’t very nice at all, and they are also the type to give a prophet of YAHWEH some trouble, or at least make the reckless attempt. But that is alright, because I prefer a reckless dragon that makes the attempt, and then leaves behind a set of prints at the scene of the crime. Since getting rid of that driver’s license would be like destroying evidence at the scene of the crime, I just refuse to do so, for you see I want those weirdo dragons prosecuted.

I told you before that I was Lot in Sodom, and that I left Sodom behind and never went back, because I did not like the unrighteousness of that place. Well it was about two years after I walked away from Sodom unfucked that the guys who wanted to fuck me started dropping dead from AIDs. The prophet of YAHWEH had just made a very narrow escape, for you see, because of my personality type, being very generous and more than willing to make someone’s dream came true if they weren’t going to charge me one million dollars for having done so, that AIDs virus was like a silver bullet with my name on it.

When a prophet of YAHWEH makes such a narrow escape from death I do not regard such an event as a coincidence. Knowing those damned dragons and all their foul plots as I do, naturally I see just one more of those worthless dragon plots that went nowhere. I guess that those Dragons thought that given my personality profile I would be getting my ass pumped full of AIDs, without knowing I was getting pumped full of AIDs, because no one knew a damn thing and it was exuberant bare back all the way in those days. But those dragons didn’t really know Lot as well as they thought they did, because it turned out that Lot didn’t get fucked up the ass, because he was Lot, you see, and not auditioning for the role of Sleazy the Town Slut, and so Lot walked on Sodom. It was only a couple of years after Lot walked away from Sodom that the place began to burn to the ground, an experience which scared the shit out of me when I considered just what a very close call that was. The only thing that saved me was that I refused to trade my strong moral convictions for sex, which was also something that dragons failed to consider.

So you can see that while there are those who say that ‘God punished fags with the AIDs virus’, if you were to ask this theologian I would reply that, no, it was not God who is the mad scientist working in some laboratory, but rather that mad scientist would be a sociopath, like the Dragon. How people do blaspheme the name of God.

Sexually Transmitted Diseases

2007-09-05T08:57:00.000-06:00

It is common for religious blasphemers to compare God to some psycho mad scientist brewing up sex diseases so that religious people can have some means to justify their weirdly contradictory moral system. What this means is that if sexually transmitted diseases were cured, then there would no longer exist any religious justification for the attack on human sexuality characteristic of fucked up religion.

Yes, if we cure these diseases that would mean that finally, once and for all, we could all breath freely and we could embrace our lovers without fear of harming them or ourselves. Our lives would be simpler because we would no longer be burdened by the moral and ethical complications introduced into human sexual relationships by the presence of such sexual diseases. We would also be free of the attempts by religious types to exploit sexual diseases to promote a twisted system of morals and ethics, for once these diseases disappear there would no longer be any basis upon which to preach twisted moral values while making the preaching of such fucked up nonsense seem like the outpouring of the fountain of righteousness.

What this tells us is that the moral and ethical issues that arise because of sexual diseases are the moral and ethical issues that arise because such diseases exist, and are not moral or ethical issues that are inherent to human sexuality, for when such diseases no longer exist, nor do the moral and ethical issues they create. This is stating the obvious, but I feel it is required. I also feel it is required that I make note of the point that when I preach about Eden with such free abandon and exuberance I am preaching about the ethics of human sexuality absent any concern for the ethical issues arising because of sexually transmitted diseases. In otherwords, I am being an idealist. I am not unrealistic, for I do know that temporarily people must grapple with moral and ethical issues that arise from the existence of sexually transmitted diseases. However when I preach I prefer to preach about human sexuality itself, without the encumbrance of dealing with transitory and passing concerns such as diseases, so that my preaching about human sexuality can be pure and reflect what is permanent and lasting in human sexuality. This is the technique I employ to make my point clear. I become an idealist.

Religious Morality

2007-09-05T08:56:00.000-06:00

I am psychologically cued up to adore bare bums. A fridge door does nothing for me, but a bare bum I really get a kick out of. Everyone does. Even religious people like cute bare bums which is why religious people must struggle with temptation.

Now I do not deal well with temptations, in that instead of fighting off the temptations I just go ahead and admit that, yes, I really like cute bare bums and I hope to see more bare bums, and get that same thrill I always get from cute bottoms. I don’t resist temptation and therefore, according to religious moral systems, in order to save myself from frying in the flames of hell I should pry my eye balls out with a salad fork.

If I should choose life without the seeing eye dog, then my only other religious option would be to resist temptation. This I would compare to heavy weight lifting for the soul, with that son of the philosophers, the priest, playing the role of my soul building coach. For it is the divine plan of God that I only like bare bums so that I can resist liking bare bums and it is only by pumping really heavy weights like this that I can ever hope to build up the bulging and muscular soul that will become spiritually fit to become a disembodied ghost living up in heaven.

It might be possible to force a concession out of some priest, and I may be allowed to like bare human bums, but only one and no more bare bums than one simply because it would be more than one bare bum I would be admiring which would be admiring one to many bare bums. For really even one bare bum was one to many and so its one, and only one, and not two or four or even more, for that would be far to many, for even one bare bum was really one to many.

Prayer Warrior

2007-09-05T00:03:00.001-06:00

I keep telling people ‘I am the prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden,’ and they keep telling me, ‘No, you are not!’ I keep telling them I called down YAHWEH at Banff National Park, and they keep telling me, ‘No, you did not!’

Therefore, for this reason, it seemed good to me to introduce everyone to Adam, for it was that little naked Adam with no fig leaf who called down YAHWEH at Banff, and perhaps if they knew who the prayer warrior was who performed this Herculean feat then perhaps for the first time they might, maybe, just maybe, be able to understand that, yes, it is possible for someone to split the heavens with a prayer if the right person is doing the praying.

Yes, I was YAHWEH’s .little Adam, YAHWEH’s delightful little naked Adam with no fig leaf. There was no one on earth who prayed to YAHWEH in just exactly the right way that YAHWEH loved to be prayed, too. That’s why I am so special, you see.

Let me tell you when this little homo boy got out of the boy’s locker room after gym class, I almost never missed even one time to drop down on my knees and thank God in a truly sincere prayer. There was so much to be thankful in prayer for, this being the Garden of Eden, or at least one small slice of the Garden, and about as much of the Garden of Eden as a person could ever find on this fucked up planet. Even so, just a small slice of paradise was more than enough to get this boy down on my knees, and I was thanking God in reverential prayer, and I was so thankful that I was a homo boy and I wanted to be a homo boy forever and ever.

Oh, it was like a candy shop for homo boys in that boy’s locker room after gym class, with row upon row of candy of all different kinds lined up in jars. I wanted one of each kind, too. There was puffy round butt cheek, and the furry butt cheek, the saucy butt cheek, the tall thin Adam, the broad muscular Adam, the smooth Adam and the furry Adam. There was so many kinds, and I knew that I would never be getting bored, and something like that is worth a prayer or two, and more than that, too, let me tell you.

Yes that naked little Adam with no fig leaf on was pumping up his prayer muscles for about three years, becoming a prayer warrior, the one who was ready to split the heavens wide open with his powerful prayers when he got to Banff National Park.

YAHWEH loves Adam, with the same passion that Adam loves God and with the same glorious joy with which Adam loves his friends, those heart stopping sexy buck naked little Adams with no fig leafs on.

I thought it would be good to introduce everyone to little naked Adam, the boy wonder, the prayer warrior of Banff National Park, and maybe, just maybe, if they met little Adam, perhaps they might find it more believable that YAHWEH God loved that little Adam with such a passion that the heavens split wide open. That really is what happened, and if you knew why it happened, maybe that would help you to get a fuller picture in your mind so that perhaps for the first time you might actually understand.

The Dark Night of the Soul

2007-09-05T00:02:00.002-06:00

It is the common practice for the people on this planet to have religion while not having God. This insolent arrogant practice then results in that experience that religious people describe as ‘the dark night of the soul’, which describes how you feel when you are having religion and not having any God whatsoever while you are doing so. The God of religion is the God of silence, the God of neglect, the God of the dead up in heaven and not the God of those living on earth, and this is how things turn out whenever people have religion while at the same time having no God to go along with that giant pile of religion. For this reason I feel that it is foolish to feel sorry for religious people when they are ‘suffering’ through their ‘dark night of the soul’ because they are suffering because they are being severely punished for having religion in the first place and therefore whenever the deep darkness wraps itself around such people like a second skin they are simply getting just what they deserve.

Some people just cannot be punished long enough or severely enough so as to cause them to repent from their sinful and evil religious ways. Even two thousand years of brutal silence and two thousand years of the torments of the ‘dark night of the soul’ still has not been enough to scour the planet with a scouring pad loaded with especially strong bleach until not even one trace of that worthless religion remains on this planet. Yes, some people can’t take the hint, and for some people even the most horrifying of punishments are still not enough to get them to repent from the evil and sinful religious ways. From what I can see YAHWEH God really went over the top in pouring the most ghoulish and horrid punishments which rained down on the heads of the religious like giant hail stones for ages of time, and remarkably, they haven’t budged so much as one fucking inch. The stubbornness of the religious sinner is just remarkable to observe.

The religious sinner appears to be the absolutely worst sinner in the world for that very reason. No one can stop them, and nothing can make them repent, as they continually launch wave after wave of attacks on YAHWEH’s Garden for that religion of theirs is nothing more than a pointless sadistic attack on the humanity of human beings for the high crime of simply being human beings.

Crime and Punishment

2007-09-05T00:02:00.001-06:00

It is worthwhile to study religion, and the long age of the silence of God, not so that you can get religion yourself, and God forbid that you should, but rather so that you might learn just how monstrous the punishments of YAHWEH really can be when someone trashes YAHWEH’s Garden or when someone attacks or oppresses Adam.

For committing a crime like that one you could receive the punishment received by religion, and be locked into a dark dungeon, without so much as a window to let in a little bit of light, while around you in the terrifying night ghosts and ghouls haunt the place, as the maw of eternal blackness opens before your eyes and then sits there waiting to devour you, while always reminding you that it is coming, yes it is coming, that open maw of eternal darkness is coming to get you, yes it is coming.

Now if that is not one dreadful punishment. I find it hard to imagine how the punishment for having religion could have been made any worse than that one, and given just how monstrous that was I find it remarkable that religious people never repent. But then I would suppose that God is just, and therefore the punishment must fit the crime, and since religious people are so unrepentantly stubborn beyond all measure the judgment and punishment became equally monstrous in proportion.

Banff

2007-09-04T16:38:00.001-06:00

I tell people the story of how I went looking for YAHWEH God and received an answer at Banff National Park. First I prayed three times and got no answer. It was then that I felt something like ice cold water which seemed to ‘rain down’ from the top of the inside of my head. It then overflowed down the back of my neck, and then suddenly to my shocked surprise my neck muscles began to contract and my head was involuntarily lifted upwards. There in the sky above me was this luminous stationary circular object. The object suddenly accelerated and disappeared behind a small patch of cloud a short distance away, and then the cloud dissolved, and there was nothing there. It resembled a magic stunt. The object then reappeared a minute or two later, rising above the tops of the pines, this time much more brilliant and much closer, and because of refraction it appeared to have four long spikes of light radiating out of it and the humidity in the air caused it to appear as though it was surrounded by a shimmering rainbow.

I wrote a letter to a B.C. magazine and they published a sketch of this object. (Link to the scanned gif images are here The cover ... Page One ... Page Two My letter begins with the words, "Sir. The night of August 18th, 1974...etc) I also made an animation of the stationary object that darted into the cloud. (Link to the Real Media File ).

Adam goes to Banff

2007-09-04T16:37:00.000-06:00

Now I know what people are like and I know the things that they say. You could get down on your hands and knees and crawl over one hundred miles of busted glass until your knees were bloody messes and the palms of your hands were worn right down to the bone, and even then you would never be able to get one bit of pity or sympathy out that ruthless fucking bastard, God. Everyone knows that God is a fucking bastard, and so therefore when I tell people that I am the prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden of Eden, and that I hooked up with YAHWEH at Banff, they just don’t listen to me because as everyone knows that rotten son of bitch, God, does not answer the prayers of suffering humanity, and instead does such things as letting six million Jews get barbequed to charcoaled ashes by some scum bag like Hitler, among all the other equally dreadful things that bastard, God, has done to humanity throughout time.

Now in response to this criticism I would like to point out to you people that YAHWEH is God and if you are going to worship idols you can pray to some idol and maybe that idol will save you from fucking thing or another. Now if you have had an idol for ages of time, as has been the case with religious people, and if after thousands of years that thing still hasn’t done the stump hop for you, that should be taken as a very strong hint that this idol is utterly worthless and therefore we do need any more evangelism from you. Some people just cannot take a hint, even when it is a very strong hint like that one and even when they are told ‘NO!’ by God and that resounding ‘NO!’ from God echoes through the chambers of history for thousands and thousands of years. We will still find mosques and churches on the planet and we will still find people worshipping dumb blocks of wood, and as a consequence of this practice and of the unbelievable dogmatic stubbornness of religious people, we will find people crawling over busted glass to get that idol to do something, anything, and we will then find people coming to the conclusion that God must be a fucking bastard at the end of it all.

Now I did get an answer from God, but that is because I am not an idol worshipper. I am Adam. Adam gets his prayers answered, you see, for YAHWEH is the God of the Garden of Eden. I am Adam. I don’t wear no fucking fig leaf. If I were to make that mistake, then I would be just as fucked over as religious people have been for thousands of years. YAHWEH really loves Adam and just to make the point plainly clear YAHWEH will not love religious people for one fuck of a long time, but YAHWEH will make a point of loving Adam. This will be one more example of God giving the human race a very strong hint and hopefully, this time, finally at long fucking last, they will take the hint. I feel that their history might be helpful in encouraging them to take the hint this time, because if they need to refresh their memory about what happens to people who don’t take the hint, they can muse over barbequed Jews and every other fucking thing that happened on this planet during the long, long dreadful ages of time when they were stubbornly refusing to take the hint and were being real religious instead.

Meet Adam

2007-09-04T16:36:00.002-06:00

Let me tell you, I was a very devout and devotional child. Some of the strongest memories of my childhood were those times spent in reverential awe and love of YAHWEH God, the God of the Garden of Eden. I spent many a day just thanking God for Adam’s beautiful naked body. The way Adam’s back curved down over those two lovely butt cheeks was always more than enough to get this boy to drop to my knees and thank God from the bottom of my heart that I was a homo boy. No one ever loved YAHWEH or ever loved being a homo as much as this boy did, let me tell you.

Dick Knobs

2007-09-04T16:36:00.001-06:00

As I mentioned in a previous post on this subject, most of the true eroticism of human sexuality is not found in mechanical piston pumping but rather is found in the human face. For this reason I always felt that I had something to complain about when it came to porn where I get bombarded with impersonal mechanical body parts far to often thus causing me to be grateful for the invention of fast forward, while at the same time causing me to lose my woodie while I look for something human that might throw a log onto the fire and fuel some fantasy when I jerk off.

However I have noticed that there is this one impersonal body part that I do like and that is a shot of a dick knob looking at it from the top down view. For some reason that really turns me on. I just never seem to get sick of those top down looking dick knob shots. Sometimes the only redeeming value in some porn flick might be one or two or three top down looking dick knob shots, which then causes me to wish that I could just edit that whole porn flick down to just those two or three top down looking dick knob shots and make one small file and just throw the rest of that porn flick into cyber oblivion, or wherever bits and bytes go when you dump the trash can on your drive thus getting rid of something once and for all. Now not just any dick knob turns me on, but it has to be a swollen dick knob and looking down at it from the top down view. That turns me on, even though it is an impersonal dick knob, this being the only mechanistic body part bit in porn that does a damn thing for me. Those shots of some hard cock with a soft small dick knob don’t do a thing for me, but the swollen dick knob top down shot, that I really like. This causes me to think that some guys don’t show respect for their audience in that instead of doing without sex for three days before a porno shoot, thus making sure they could get a very swollen dick knob, they showed up with some tired out dick to make a porn flick, which is very inconsiderate of the feelings of people in the audience such as myself who really wanted to see a swollen dick knob looking down from the top and instead got stuck with that other shrunken dick knob shot instead, which did nothing for me, because it was a shrunken dick knob.

In keeping with that blogger ideal of sharing all about my true secret self with the whole world through my web blog I just thought that I would share with everyone this bit about how much I like top down shots of swollen dick knobs.

Life with Hitler

2007-09-04T16:35:00.000-06:00

Now for some damned reason just because I like swollen top down shots of dick knobs that means, so I am told, that I must go down into hell to spend an eternity of time double bunking with Hitler. I don’t know if Hitler also liked swollen looking dick knobs, but apparently myself and Hitler shared something else in common, thus explaining our shared fate, although I can’t for the life of me figure out what the fuck that could be.

Hitler frying down in hell, that I could understand, what with the way his many victims complained so bitterly about his evil deeds. Maybe some guy might want to complain about how I had an evil love of his dick knob, and he might even complain bitterly about how much I liked his dick knob that finally justice had to be done and I had to get sent down to hell to split a suite with Hitler till the end of eternities of time. Before I went, though, I would like an explanation of just what it was that my victims of dick knob love were complaining about that got me thrown head long into hell right on the heels of Hitler. Now Hitler’s victims wanted him to stop victimizing them and when he proved quite evil and refused to stop I can understand why they would start complaining. I find it hard to imagine some guy complaining if I really developed a fondness for his dick knob. If I was really liking some guys dick knob and then suddenly I stopped well, alright then, I can easily imagine that he might start complaining, because, after all, there is nothing worse to a guy than some half loved unfinished dick knob job. That would get them complaining, and if people get sent to hell because of the complaints of their victims, then perhaps I could understand if someone got thrown into the same fiery hole as Hitler for leaving countless victimized dick knobs half loved, perhaps that might make some sense, especially when you consider how much those guys would be bitterly bitching and complaining about that half finished dick knob job. Such passionate anger and bitter complaining could very well reach right up to the ears of God and given that it was a bitter complaint against some inconsiderate asshole might get some prick thrown into hell, maybe, perhaps. But a fully loved dick knob that I cannot imagine being the cause of any complaints since there was so little to complain about there since it was a fully finished dick knob job.

This line of reasoning makes perfect sense to me and so therefore I would suppose that it now remains for those people who still really want to throw me into hell for finishing dick knob jobs to find some reason why fully finishing off some dick knob, thus avoiding any complaints, would somehow be a crime worthy of hell, especially when you consider how much my many victims would have begged me to not stop but to keep going and going and victimizing them some more and more, this being one major distinction between myself and Hitler. My victims really like me you see, and if the court is just, they would have to testify that they really did like me and had nothing to complain about because it was a great dick knob job, which would fuck up the case for the prosecution.

My Favorite Porno

2007-09-04T13:16:00.000-06:00

On my website I wrote about how, because I am one of those naughty radical types, I must be watched, and I also mentioned how some spook from the CIA or maybe from CSIS was trying to profile this old IBM drive I had on my computer in the hopes of finding out about my favorite porno. As I mentioned, I pulled the plug on that spook and so they could not do a full personality profile on me based upon my favorite porno, not that they would have come up with much of anything from that IBM since all that was on that old thing was a pile of shit, and therefore not, by definition, my favorite porno.

Because I am the helpful kind of a guy, I thought I would assist any profilers who might want to study my personality style based upon my favorite porno by telling you all about my favorite porno. That way you don’t have to scan my drive to find my favorite porno but you could just go down and rent the thing yourself and construct a profile of my personality and perhaps see what you think about my favorite porno yourself.

Now I only have one favorite porno. This would be convenient if they told me I could only keep one favorite porno on my disk drive, because then I wouldn’t have to agonize over many dearly beloved pieces of porno, because I only had one and could therefore pick it our right away.

My favorite piece of porno is this old clip from the 1970s made by some guy named Toby Ross, and its called ‘Reflections of Youth’. For those of you who are following along at home, or those of you who would like to follow along at home later, it begins at the 31 minute mark. There is this fellow lying down on a bench beside the window propped up on his elbows with his pants pulled down, and then this homo gives him a blow job. Now contrary to what you might think the mechanics of sex does not turn me on, because if I was turned on by mechanical piston action, then I suppose I would be agonizing over all my many pieces of most favorite porn, if someone asked me to pick one.

What really turns me on about my favorite porno is the framing of the image because the guy is going to get a real blow job and you can always see his face. That homo boy takes that soft dick into his mouth and then does that thing where that soft dick pulled on and gets all stretched out to a long length over and over again, and with each long stretched out soft dick tug a wave of contented ecstasy washes over the face of that wonderfully uninhibited little Adam, an Adam with no fig leaf whatsoever that I can see. Then, we he finally gets it hard that gay boy starts working up and down up and down on that patch of skin right under the dickhead, and looks ecstatic glory wash over the face of that little Adam in perfect sync with each tender skin stroke like some marvelously choreographed ballet. Oh, that boy ain’t acting, he is getting sucked off, as you can tell by the glory on Adam’s face. Oh Hallelujah! Oh heavenly angel!

So if anyone wants to profile my favorite porno, now you know which one it is. You see I don’t hate all porno, just maybe I hate 99 percent of all porno, but that would still leave 1 percent that I really, really love, because it is so passionately beautiful and so damned much fun. I think that in the 25th century on the Star Ship Enterprise there would still be some fag watching that old clip from the 1970s and thinking it was every bit as hot as I do today, for you see there are some things that just never get old, and that would be one of them. Oh the humanity! The humanity!

Mother Theresa

2007-09-04T11:32:00.001-06:00

According to the story making the rounds, Mother Theresa struggled with
'the dark night of the soul', and doubted that God even existed. The Pope
then addressed Mother Theresa's doubts, by pointing out that God often
wanted to use this 'dark night of the soul' to get devout Catholics to
understand the great darkness that lives in the souls of unbelievers.
Apparently, understanding this darkness, by experiencing it themselves
from time to time, would then make Catholic prosyletizers more effective
because, thanks to what the Pope called 'the silence of God' they would
have a more initimate understanding of unbelievers and how they felt.

Therefore we can assume that God has been silent for close to two thousand
years in order to assist in efforts at Roman Catholic evangelization, in
the hopes of making Catholics better evangelists. This does nothing to
make God a better evangelist for Catholicism, but since God does not
evanglize for Catholicism, but rather has outsourced the task to
Catholics, therefore we can see why God would want to vacate the Church
and not attend Mass, so that Catholics can more sensitively encourage
other people to attend mass, even though they might be reluctant to attend
Mass since they know that the silent God of the Catholics does not attend
Mass.

Now if God was not silent, then there would be no unbelievers and there
would be no dark night of the soul, and for that reason Catholics would
not need this sensitivity training for the last two thousand very silent
years. According to tortured Catholic logic, God has only been silent,
not because, as one might assume, God was no Catholic, but rather in order
to assist in Catholic evangelism, which is a contradiction in terms.

It is worth noting here that the God of the Roman Catholics is a ruthless
prick who tortures people with that long night of the soul, while at the
same demanding they be Catholics, and who demands that they evangelize,
while never giving them so much as one thin dime they might invest in that
project, thus making it damned hard, and which also explains the ruinous
collapse of the Catholic Church in Europe, which would have to be the
result of the work of God, the work of long, long neglect, since all it
would take would be one parting of the Pacific Ocean, and Catholics could
be back on their feet again, after not having heard a word from their God
for two thousand years.

Now there are two possible explanations for the very, very long, long
silence of God, and the first is that God does not exist, in which case
there should be no Roman Catholic Church. The second explanation for the
long, long, ever so long silence of God is the one that I preach, which is
that YAHWEH is God, the God of the Garden of Eden, and therefore could
never be the God of any Roman Catholic for that very reason, which means
that once again there should be no Roman Catholic Church. So then whether
God does not exist or whether God is just supremely pissed off at the
dogmatic stubbornness of Catholics and has left that church to rot on the
vine for two thousand years, either way there should be no Roman Catholic
Church, which is the correct conclusion we should draw from what was
either no God at all or a silent God.

Roman Catholicism is an arrogant old whore in that no matter how long that
long neglected whore is left to sit as one long neglected whore, she never
repents, but instead she continues to puke up these contradictory and
transparently obvious justifications for her long lasting divorce.
Another example of the same thing occurred at Christmas time when the Pope
announced that Christmas was the time when the Roman Catholic Church gave
voice to the deep, painful longing for God that was in the heart of so
much of humanity. That the divorced slut who was responsible for creating
that deep painful longing in the first place with her completely fucked up
ass backwards fucking religion would then be the bitch to give voice to
our deep longing for God is a contradiction in terms. There should be no
Roman Catholic church, and she really wanted to give voice to that
longing, or better still, allow the longing to be fulfilled then she would
shut her fucking doors so that finally, after two thousand years of
constantly receiving the same fucking rebuke from YAHWEH it would be safe
for YAHWEH God to return to this planet without needing to be concerned
about destroying the planet with any more of that
religion.

It seems to take about two thousand years to finally, at long last,
destroy some fucked up religion, as we can tell by the ruinous collapse of
Catholicism which is finally, at long long last, taking place in Europe.
The Muslim religion is still capable of crushing and oppressing the human race for the crime of being a human being, and the reason why this rotten thing is not in the same ruinous state of collapse is that the younger divorced whore is a little younger than the older divorced whore, and thus the Muslim religion is about six hundred years behind when it comes to putting in time rotting away on the vine.

3 "The former things I declared of old, they went forth from my mouth and I made them known; then suddenly I did them and they came to pass.

4 Because I know that you are obstinate, and your neck is an iron sinew and your forehead brass,

5 I declared them to you from of old, before they came to pass I announced them to you, lest you should say, ‘My idol did them, my graven image and my molten image commanded them.’

6 "You have heard; now see all this; and will you not declare it? From this time forth I make you hear new things, hidden things which you have not known.

7 They are created now, not long ago; before today you have never heard of them, lest you should say, ‘Behold, I knew them.’

8 You have never heard, you have never known, from of old your ear has not been opened. For I knew that you would deal very treacherously, and that from birth you were called a rebel.

9 "For my name’s sake I defer my anger, for the sake of my praise I restrain it for you, that I may not cut you off.

10 Behold, I have refined you, but not like silver; I have tried you in the furnace of affliction.

11 For my own sake, for my own sake, I do it, for how should my name be profaned? My glory I will not give to another.

12 "Hearken to me, O Jacob, and Israel, whom I called! I am He, I am the first, and I am the last.

13 My hand laid the foundation of the earth, and my right hand spread out the heavens; when I call to them, they stand forth together.

14 "Assemble, all of you, and hear! Who among them has declared these things? The LORD loves him; he shall perform his purpose on Babylon, and his arm shall be against the Chaldeans.

15 I, even I, have spoken and called him, I have brought him, and he will prosper in his way.

16 Draw near to me, hear this: from the beginning I have not spoken in secret, from the time it came to be I have been there." And now the Lord GOD has sent me and his Spirit.

The False Prophet

2007-09-03T13:37:00.000-06:00

Anyone who has visited my website would notice that I have posted there some nasty sounding prophecies. What you might not know is that my goal, as the 'prophet of YAHWEH' must now be to become a false prophet. Yes, I have high hopes that perhaps I might become a false prophet at the end of it all, and none of those damn nasty sounding things will happen. That means I better put my nose to the grind stone because I have a lot of work to do to turn a situation around so that things take a turn for the better, and I can become a false prophet instead of a true prophet, which wouldn't be good.

There is this famous fable about some prophet, by the name of Jonah, who told a prophecy, and then when he got lucky and his prophecy did not come true, he became extremely pissed off about it, for, you see, he had become a false prophet instead of becoming a true prophet, and that pissed him off. If I can become a false prophet that would not be a problem for me, because unlike that Jonah, I have enough brains to want to be a false prophet when it comes to nasty sounding prophecies like those things.

Porn Agenda

2007-09-03T13:34:00.000-06:00

As you might know from my blog I do burlesque laced with irony and in the process I also send up the entire blogging phenomenon. This is not my agenda, sending up the blogging phenomenon, but it just so happens that doing so actually does fit in with my actual agenda, so it works for me. this is my first blog, and I am loving it. I love to parody the way that people have of using blogs to share their true inner selves with the world without actually doing so. If someone stumbles upon this blog of mine I don't think they will ever be able to think of blogs in quite the same way again. I think I should be nominated for a webbie, if they have a catagory for best satirical send up of the blogging phenomena. As I said sending up blogs is not my agenda, but doing so does work for me as I pursue my actual agenda. its fun...

One part of my agenda is to move porn stars out of the way of a Howitzer. All the way back during the time of the Clinton Administration I knew that I was going to have to move porn stars to a safer location, and I remember I used to worry and fret about how I was going to be able to get that done. You see porn stars do not deserve to be stomped and crushed under the big giant sized boot of God, and if I didn't move you over to one side, you would get nailed and you would be crushed by that big boot. Now you may not know what I am talking about here, but I sure as to hell do. Let us just say that YAHWEH is overwhelming, and when YAHWEH finally does get supremely pissed off at a planet and lets loose with those Howitzers if you people do not have that bullseye remvoed that was stapled to you by the religious types, you would wind up taking the full blast from that howitzer. My job is to remove the bullseye. Among other jobs, of course. That is one part of my agenda. I have come to the conclusion that the best way to remove a bullseye like that one is to play the clown and the comedian. Or perhaps I can play the role of the creepy weirdo. That would also be fine. Or maybe I can be the creepily weird Jim Jones cult leader. You see it doesn't matter to me who porn stars think I am, just as long as they pay attention to me, even if they do not know that I really am a prophet of YAHWEH. Whether they realize it or not I can then remove the bullseye target, and that blast from that Howitzer when it comes will whizz right by them instead of nailing them and blowing them to smithereens.

You know, oh porn star, you may think you are radical and quite daring and even fearless, but one blast from that Howitzer could be so overwhelming that even a daring character such as yourself might be found 'giving his soul to Jesus' over at some religious right fuck up spot. My job is to make sure that Adam or Eve do not do something so fucking stupid as to run off and grab the sacred fig leaf to slap onto that sinfilled crotch the very moment YAHWEH shows up.

Now I could shoot for the stars every time, and attempt to convince porn stars that I really am a prophet of YAHWEH, but that would be extraordinarily difficult, and sometimes it might even be damned impossible, so therefore I have decided that it would be better to aim for an easier target, like something right accross the street, something I can be sure to hit, like the side of a barn for example. So then if I can be an amusing weirdo to porn stars, and if they listen to me only because I am funny or outrageous, that is fine by me, because that way they did listen, whereas if I spend my time trying to convince them that I am a prophet of YAHWEH they might not listen and then wind up getting nailed by a Howitzer. Next thing you know I would find fearful trembling porn stars meekly wearing the divine fig leaf over their dicks and pussies, having had the fear of religion put into them, which would be totally fucked up and not the result we were looking for.

I don't know when that Howitzer might go off, but I do know that I have work to do before it does go off. Another part of my agenda is making damn sure that after the Howitzer goes off we don't see some fucked up result such as Islamic mosques sprouting up like Quickie Marts all over the fucking planet. For the time being my strategy is to just keep swinging a wrecking ball at religion, and hopefully I can do enough damage just by swinging a wrecking ball that the problem of having the human race royally fucked up by religion will no longer be a concern and it will then be safe for YAHWEH to show up and blast the planet with that wrath filled howitzer. You see a howitzer was required because there was myself, a prophet of YAHWEH, on the job and the planet just was not paying attention and listening like they were supposed to, and when a planet does not listen to a prophet of YAHWEH then a planet has to listen to YAHWEH instead, which means that this becomes a planet that will be just shitting bricks, hiding under beds, and so on. Hell, even porn stars might be shitting bricks or hiding under beds, which is fine, because this is YAHWEH we are talking about here, and when YAHWEH gets pissed off people do tend to shit bricks. Just as long as porn stars do not shit bricks, and then sacredly place the holy fig leaf over their filthy cocks and pussies, I am fine with having them shit bricks.

Packing Knives

2007-09-03T11:46:00.001-06:00

Most people don’t do any great big sins, and for this reason it has always been necessary to brainwash human beings in order to do be able to get away with doing great big sins. Great big sins must become righteous deeds before they can receive broad public support, and therefore the art of brainwashing has always consisted of convincing human beings that some great big sin was actually an act of righteousness.

Most people disapprove of great big sins and for this reason most people think of themselves as righteous, and the small sins that they might be doing they think of as being inconsequential.

I was a very precocious pubescent revolutionary homo kid and even school yard beatings was not enough to bully me into dropping my revolutionary agenda to live my life, because the alternative, a joyless life, was to terrible for me to contemplate.

There was something very charismatic about the sight of some teenaged homo who stood his ground, and for that reason it was probably inevitable that sooner or later a boy or two would come out of the woodwork and be drawn towards me. Thus began the awkward ritual, where out of entrenched fear of knives driven into backs some awkward teenaged kid would carefully and cautiously beat around the bush as it were, and given how I was also in the grips of the same fear of knives I would respond with deep suspicion for you just never knew if someone was getting ready to spring a trap and then drive a knife deep into your back. Not much therefore ever came of these awkward moments. Neither one of us could speak frankly because like so many human beings we have been trained by the bitter experience of having everyone around us packing knives to be very very untrusting and cautious around other human beings lest we be betrayed and become the vicious target of that salacious gossip that would then spread like bon bon treats being handed around that everyone could suck on and enjoy.

Even something which is not a sin can be made into a sin simply by having people packing knives. If everyone knows that, for example, you watched a porno and jacked off, and if everyone was ready to plunge a dagger in your back in response to the revelation, then suddenly jerking off would become a sin, a secret sin and a source of guilt. The reason for this is because human beings are social creatures and acceptance by the group is vital to them. It is this simple process of packing knives and the threat of excommunication that is the driving motive force for the creation of all those piles of religious bullshit we see in the world around us. Religion is not caused by mental stupidity it is caused by peer pressure, plain and simple, and it is through the process of having the priest pack that first knife that the practice of packing those knives of religion spreads throughout the planet like a viral plague. It is a simple process, and there is not much to it, and once such a thing takes hold it becomes difficult to wipe off the face of the planet because to be the first to stand up to the crowd would be the first to get nailed by a volley of flying knives aimed at the sinner, the sinner here being the one who did nothing more than violate the rules of conduct dictated by nothing more than peer pressure.

An understanding of how this process works reveals that there is a relationship between the sinful thing known as religion, which its irrational and twisted concepts of morality, and the incorrigible practice of gossiping, for you see the beginning of religion is simply some gossiping priest, attempting to employ the shaming technique and peer pressure to establish a taboo enforced by nothing more than peer pressure. Such perverse conduct then results in the perverse irrationally twisted ‘moral’ codes we see in our religions.

The so called small sin of salacious gossip does more than just polluting the planet with idiotic religion, it also destroys the personal lives of the people who live on this planet. It may be a pleasure to drive a knife into the back of some victim of salacious gossip but in the end such a practice comes back to bite people in the ass. No one can be a human being, they must hide their so called dark and secret sins, because everyone is packing knives. It isn’t much a way to live, but just try to get people to stop their filthy gossiping and put away those fucking knives. For some fucked up reason it is considered fun to gossip and scandal monger and people just will not stop, even though that dirty practice has completely fucked up the planet, loading it down with stone aged religion and traps and snares for human beings who might be longing to just live their lives in freedom but who cannot. No one can trust anyone, and we must approach each other with caution. We must not reveal to much. We all have so much to hide. We all miss so many opportunities in our lives because we know that everyone around is packing knives. We must be repressed. We must oppress ourselves which is what we wind up doing when we participate in the form oppression of everyone else, known as gossip.

So you can see that there are two victims of scandal mongering and bad gossip, the target of that knife in the back and the gossips themselves who must in their turn pay the price by living repressed lives out of fear of knives. Given the damage done to the planet by the gossip phenomenon we can also see that gossip is not some small sin, but is actually one of the great sins, as the tremendous toll it has taken on human freedom under the enslavement of phony religion for ages of time proves so very well.

Procreation

2007-09-02T11:03:00.000-06:00

According to traditional Roman Catholic Canon Law a husband and wife fucking, while thinking about procreating and making a baby, are guilty of what is known as venial sin. What this means is that such a sin, while it is still a sin being associated with human sexuality as it is, is however a sin that can be forgiven provided that the proper form of sacramental penance is made as a kind of payment for that sin, which implies that it is a punishable offense but that you can get a suspended sentence if you fuck in order to procreate the species. Call it a necessary evil.

Fucking for fun, however, is what is defined in Canon Law as a mortal sin, which means that you burn in fucking hell for fucking around like that. Only the most severe forms of penance can ever serve to undo such a mortal sin, which means that for this crime you can never expect a suspended sentence.

Now from this we can draw the conclusion that sex is so fucking dangerous that it makes one wonder why God could not be a little more merciful by doing away with that powerfully dangerous force, the orgasm. There is no telling how many human beings went to fry in the flames of hell just because God invented temptations and then invented laws to strictly enforce a ban upon such invented temptations, laws which were then faithfully preserved throughout history by the church, since as we know God is not in the business of enforcing such laws, or doing much of anything really, and so therefore that job had to be outsourced to some other body, such as the Roman Catholic Church. If not for the church taking these matters into hand there would be no one around to take these matters into hand for as we know if the church falls down on the job it isn’t like suddenly God would show up as an emergency backup, just to make sure things didn’t turn out sour.

If God wasn’t such a fucked up bastard then we can see just how many souls could have been spared unimaginable torment just by doing away with temptations such as the orgasm, and humans could procreate by having bumble bees spread pollen from person to person or by some other far less dangerous method.

We know, from Canon Law, that such acts as the blow job are mortal sins, punishable by eternities of flaming fires. You cannot procreate with your mouth. However, if we ignore Canon Law for a moment we know based upon Natural Law that the blow job is not illegal since our kissing cousins, the other primates, give and get head all the time. Therefore we must assume that Canon Law is only applicable to the human primates, and the rest of the primates must be subject to Natural Law, which is sensible, since it would be impossible to get the Bonobo apes to stop giving each other head by attempting to enforce Canon Law, and so therefore, since apes are not smart enough to have religion, they will have to be left to be governed by Natural Law instead, which means that an ape can get a blow job but a human being cannot.

Yes, the Bonobo get and give head all the time, since the Bonobo have sex not just to procreate but rather to cement the loving bond that exists between each member of their individual tribes. A blow job works rather well for this purpose because it just feels so damned good, and what better way could two apes have to make some other ape feel real fond of them, than for one ape to give the other a blow job. It just makes perfect sense. It does not stop with the blow job, for the Bonobo also like having their clitoris sucked on, which is understandable since the penis is just what you get when in the womb a clitoris is stimulated by hormones and becomes a penis. You see we all start out in life with a clit and clit or cock it feels good to have either one of those things sucked on. As for the Bonobo they aren’t picky about who sucks their clitoris and for this reason we find a veritable lesbian love fest going on in that tribe, since Bonobo are bisexual apes, and so therefore they don’t care who goes down on them. From this we can deduce that being queer is only illegal for humans under Canon Law, while being a fag or dyke is legal under Natural Law, provided that you are not a human being, at which time you would be ruled over by church laws instead.

It is for reasons such as this that you might not find to many Bonobo apes shacked up in zoos for when you take your kiddies to the zoo you just never know when those Bonobo might suddenly get the urge to get sucked off while the kids are watching, because they perform oral sex frequently and it doesn’t take much for them to get down when the mood for some head hits them. They aren’t shy, since being repressed or in any way inhibited is not part of their nature, and so they just go for it, you see.

This free and easy going lifestyle is only possible because apes are less intelligent than human beings and therefore can never have religion.

All of this makes me wonder if maybe I should ditch a few of my brains, maybe go down market, become all furry and start swinging through trees like a monkey myself if that is what it takes to get a blow job on this planet and be left in peace.

Elmer Gantry

2007-09-02T09:29:00.001-06:00

You can tell when some civilization has reached a really rotten state of decay when a wolf among the sheep does not even bother trying to dress up in a sheep skin. Yes, in better times a wolf would never be seen out in public unless it was dressed in sheep’s clothing, and in the same way we would expect a ‘family values’ preacher to appear in public disguised as a real baby loving chap. When such a huckster does not even make the attempt to pretend to like babies, then you know that something is really fucking wrong with the world, and it must be that moral decay has become so all pervasive that the atmosphere of cynicism, pessimism and demoralization has created the conditions wherein wolves are seen without lamb skins, because, after all, why bother because who gives a damn anymore.

Now I am a shrewd judge of human character, and so it was that I knew, years ago, that if I set up a javascript counter and started ticking off the count of the daily toll of starved little babies, I could be sure that I would catch a wolf in my snare, because you see that wolf I knew didn’t care, and wasn’t about to start caring just because someone was counting, and watching. The wolf has become arrogant, and while he loves a fetus, or so we are led to believe by the great moral crusades of Elmer, that hustler, he really doesn’t lose much sleep over the sufferings of babies, because you see he really is not a baby loving chap.. For this reason we have never seen Elmer out on the stump drumming up support for the cause of the care of nurture of babies, because Elmer really doesn’t give a damn. He is just a hustler on the look out for a room full of rubes whom he can hustle and take to the cleaners with his act. Apparently they aren’t to fussy, those gullible rubes, because Elmer is just not a baby loving chap, he is just a wolf and you can tell that he is a wolf just by noting that he is a wolf since it is apparent due to his lack of sheep skin cover. But Elmer has not been worried as the years went by, and the counter clicked away, because you see no one gives a damn and moral decay has set in and no one gives a damn, so a slick hustler like Elmer has little to worry about, and he knows it.

At least those middle of the road churches got real busy for a year or two, before they finally threw in the towel and gave up in hopeless despair. This is more than can be said of Elmer who never did a damn thing. But then as I have always said, there just isn’t much to be said for Elmer, the family preacher. But that is fine because I like my transparent frauds to be transparent because a naked wolf is just so much easier to deal with. I already have enough hard work to do, so I appreciate it when an easy mark comes along.

Yes, Elmer is such an arrogantly confident wicked fuck that it was not required that even bother to throw some leaves out to cover up the trap and snare. You see, I am a shrewd judge of human character and I knew that just leaving the trap out in the open would do just fine when it came to trapping up such an arrogant and totally rotten fuck as Elmer. You see not only are the wicked arrogant, they are also brain dead fools. All that was required was to toss out the naked snare and then leave Elmer to feel free to walk right over it just as though I was laying out some red carpet for Elmer.

Yes, Elmer, the family values preacher is a baby loving chap, as you can tell by that hucksters great concern when it comes to aborted fetuses, but he isn’t such a baby loving chap when it comes to late stage abortions, as you can tell by his indifference to the plight of the suffering little tykes. He is Elmer Gantry, you see, a huckster, a wolf with no sheep skin, and he really doesn’t give a damn.

You see, Elmer really is fearless, godless son of a bitch, the penultimate hypocritical Pharisee, and I knew that, which then explains just how well that little stunt worked out for me, for Elmer, being the dumb shit that he was, did not know enough to reach out for a sheep skin and thus provide himself with that all important protective cover which is required in moral times, and which Elmer apparently believes is no longer required.

Yes, Elmer really is a stupid reckless shit, but even a dumb fucker can get smartened up in one hell of big fucking hurry, since all that is required is that someone pick themselves up out of the dust into which they have been trampled, and start once again to give a damn, in which case he is fucked.

Sexual Morality

2007-09-02T09:28:00.000-06:00

I was a hottie. Yes, I was such a hottie that in this town where I live there was really no one else I can think of who could have challenged me for the crown as the top hottie, at least not that I ever saw. Not only did I have a body to die for but I also had that ineffable quality known as charisma, a powerful intoxicant that only made me hotter than I already was. I was a dreamboat. All the fags around here held the same opinion as was evident by the way I could silence a whole room full of fags just by walking by as every conversation ceased and every eye was captivated by the intoxicating spell.

Oh, yes, those guys were hot for me, just hotter than hell for me, and I knew it. I was not arrogant, which was obvious, since charisma and arrogance are never found in the same personality, but rather I was one of those good hearted good souls, a very generous and giving guy, which went a long way to explaining why I possessed such a powerful attractant, that ineffable charisma.

Now you might think that someone in my position had the world in the palm of my hand, but I will be damned if I could get a date in this town. You see, this is not the big city folks. This is one of those mid-western cow towns. Yes, it is a city, but just barely a city, and for that reason I was stuck with the fags in this town, and it wasn’t like I had endless possibilities. This proved to be a problem, because the fags in this town were all such salacious gossips that I just couldn’t get a date. Oh, I had those boys sized up pretty damn quick. I knew the script. Having read a script like that thing, I found that I didn’t like my role, so I refused to audition for the part.

Yes, those boys relished scandal and really enjoyed a good salacious tale, so much so that it was almost like those really nasty salacious rumor mongerings were like bon bons that they rolled around in their mouths and sucked on like candy. It turns out that I was real charismatic super hottie with a very strong set of moral values, which probably also went a long way to explaining my magnetic charisma, and so for that reason I found that bon bon sucking to be very offensive, and that made it so damned hard to get a date with anyone other than rosy palm.

I was a very generous and giving person, and being a human being I did have insights into human behavior, having the resource material for my research close at hand, after all. No need for a trip to the library to do that research. Sex is always fun, but sex with a hottie can be a little more fun because of the intoxicating effects of a really hot body. I knew how very thrilling it would be for those boys to climb into the saddle with me, and being a really nice guy, I didn’t have a problem with that. I figured that after a little horseplay in the saddle a little time spent kissing dickie to express some gratitude might be in order. I knew that Michelangelo would probably be most likely to produce a great artistic masterpiece when he was really inspired, and so for that reason I wasn’t averse to giving those guys a little of that bare bum they were dreaming of, because you see I had a few dreams of my own. So you can see then that my motivations consisted of a mixture of generosity and selfish greed, which means that I did not have martyr complex but was in fact a well balanced personality.

However, alas, I found myself dating Rosie for years, instead of dating those guys and making the dreams of those boys come true. You see, I read the script for that soap opera, and I didn’t want no part of it. Based on what I was hearing before, I could just hear it coming. Yes, that boy is a real slutty whore, and real easy, too. Just about anybody can fuck that whore. Well after having read for my lines, you can understand why I would turn the role, and those guys wound up fucking themselves instead of fucking me. They could take that dick of theirs and try shoving up it their own ass and see if they could something going that way, because they sure as hell weren’t gonna be shoving that thing up my ass. No fucking way, not with a script like that fucking thing.

Now I did eventually get my pants pulled down by some chap who spent spent a little time kissing dickie. The first two times were nothing, for some reason, but that third time, oh, my lordy. That more than exceeded my expectations, by quite a long shot, too. Let me tell you, if there was some homo boy in that town that wanted some bum in exchange for a little kissy kissy I could see how we could to some sort of mutual accommodation on that point, if only I could find someone without that addiction to gossip, which seemed to be pervasive in that particular peer group, so much so that perhaps it was even a behavior pattern that was required to run with that crowd, thus explaining its wide spread prevalence at the time.

Well I only got dicky kissed a few times, before news of the salacious story reached my tender young ears. And quite the bullshit story it was, too. Let us just say that this highly embellished tale was not quite the truth. I will tell you, those boys were so addicted to salacious gossip and deliciously scandalous sounding tales that if a story wasn’t good enough, well they were ready to make something up, and I can tell you right now that I wasn’t present for any of that stuff that I was supposedly up to in the sack. I just got dickie kissed a few times, and the rest of that bullshit story never happened. Well you can understand just how damned pissed off that might make someone like me, and I was even more pissed off because I wasn’t getting dickie kissed anymore, but rather I was back dating Rosie again, the whole problem being that after having dickie kissed, Rosie just wasn’t as attractive to me as she once was, which was frustrating.

Now, I know there are those who might wonder why the fuck a super hottie like myself would have been alone at home, with Rosie, the boring date, when he could have been out and about getting dickie kissed, and pretty damned easily, too. Believe me, I wanted to be out and about and getting dickie kissed, but however because of my strong moral values, I just could not live with the idea of myself becoming some user who went around getting dickie kissed without being real generous in response and allowing myself to get fucked by the guy who was so generously kissing dickie. Yes, to not get fucked up the bum by that guy would have been sexually immoral, and myself, being so committed to good morals as I was, I just could not bring myself to do something like that. The idea was just that deeply offensive to someone like me, and so since I couldn’t get fucked without becoming the ‘town slut’ therefore the only moral choice that remained at the time was for me to date Rosie.

Oh, yes sir, I am a stickler for good morals, just the type to play the role of some preacher standing on some stump or some soap box and pounding a pulpit while delivering fiery sermons damning bad morals. That’s me alright. Oh by God I can see myself preaching up a storm and getting some sinners to do some real serious repenting from their sinful ways. Oh Lord above!

Now let me tell you boys, you may have thought I was Apollo, your great unattainable dream, and way out of your league boy, but if you was thinking that you was thinking wrong. Oh, hell no, I was a real nice guy, very generous and giving, and more than willing to make your dreams come true, because I was a really good hearted good soul, and I knew just how much I could thrill you with my beautiful body.

Oh, lordy, yes indeed, I knew how very thrilled you would be, and it was alright, boys. I saw how you boys would look at me naked when I climbed out of the pool after swimming my mile a day, and some of you guys showed up at the YMCA to check things out. Well they always seemed to think that I was more than just good, I was eye popping fantastic. Oh, yes, I got that pop-eyed from you guys all the time when you saw my glorious naked body.

Sure boys, you didn’t near that glorious wonderland that was my naked body, but that wasn’t because I was some ungenerous arrogant prick or that you were just out of my league, for the only thing that was keeping you outside the gates of paradise was your sinful ways.

Oh, I could have been real nice to you fellows, being the good hearted good soul that I was. How would you have liked it boy. I’ll bet you would have loved to have me on my hands and knees, with your hands full of that smooth white gorgeous little bubble butt, just a squeezing that heavenly sponge cake. The only reason that didn’t happen for you boys is because of your sinful ways, and let me pound a pulpit here in the hopes of filling you with a genuine sorrow filled repentance so as to turn you away from your sinful ways. Lord knows I am trying.

Reverence

2007-09-02T09:27:00.000-06:00

Yes, I am telling you I have really strong moral values, going back a long ways, because I was a very devout child. I found that there was nothing better for building up ones devotion than frequent visits to the sacred shrine of your religion, which in my case was the boys locker room after gym class. I had heard that some people could develop speed reading, and so I started thinking that maybe I could develop a photographic memory somehow. So you can see that even at the youngest age I always thought of an obstacle as being something to overcome and there was no end to my ambitions. Right from that first day in that boys locker room with that buck naked Adam I knew there was going to be some good jerking happening later on, this being an early example of my powers of prophetic insight as events later on that day were to bear me out on that particular prophecy. Oh, yes, my great dream was that I could find someway to make my mind into a Polaroid camera.

Yes, I was a very devout child with strong moral values who never missed a chance to visit the most sacred shrine. I found that there was nothing quite like the wonder and the awe of a truly divine experience to get this boy to drop down on my knees in sincere prayer full of the reverence for the holiness, and more than once, too, let me tell you.

Super Fag

2007-09-01T12:37:00.000-06:00

I am a fag, but not just any fag, but rather I am some kind of Super Fag. If there are degrees of fagness, then in my case I got it really bad. Damn do I love cock. Yes, I really, really love it. If they ever find a ‘cure’ for fagness keep the damn thing away from me, because I have plans to be loving cock for one hell of long time. Yes even centuries or even ages of time would not be enough to exhaust my enthusiasm for cock because I am Super Fag, the Fag of Fags. I am the exemplar of faggitry, I am, the very embodiment of fagness. The Word of Fagitry has become flesh and now walks among us, so that everyone can see my glory.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t just like cock. Balls come in a close second. Actually I love everything about a MAN. I remember when I first popped my pubes and I hit the ground running my only thought was to cut a swath right through that elementary school. There were so many guys in that place and I wanted each and everyone of them buck naked. In fact, it seemed like such a great shame and a terrible waste that such a piece of work as man was something that was kept covered with clothing. My great dream was of living in some place where all the guys walked around buck naked, as it should be, or so it seemed to me at the time, and heaven knows I spent enough time mentally undressing those guys with my eyes and fantasizing about Gardens in Eden where every single guy was an Adam, and this seemed like such a hell of a good idea I just could not understand why, given the choice of religions, no one ever got around to making a religion about that idea, but instead all we seemed to get were religions about dirty obscene cocks and shameful asses.

I know that I could never figure out the point behind that fucked up idea, because I cannot recall ever seeing a cock that I thought was so filthy that a feeling of abhorrent disgust welled up inside of me every time I thought about the shocking incident when, to someone’s mortified disgrace, their cock was exposed to full public view. Heaven knows I certainly didn’t find anything lewd about the asses on all those guys or the way their cocks would bob up and down and wiggle and wobble as they walked into those showers we began taking together when we hit junior high school. Ah, yes, how I do remember that very first shower, the very, very first trip to this unbelievable wonderland, where, finally, my great dream came true much to my amazed astonishment at the time. Yes, I was so pumped full of hormones that very first afternoon, that I went home with something akin to a drug induced buzz, and I pulled rubbed on woodie until I received the most powerful orgasm I had ever had in my young life up to that time. Then I did it again and again, because I was literally trembling with excitement and higher than a kite for hours. For the first time I had found paradise and I had walked in the Garden of Eden with that buck naked Adam.

So you can see that the shower room became like a temple to me at the time, the very shrine of the most divine, and because gym class was compulsory even for the school homo, I was literally forced into wonderland, which was good, because it saved me from indulging in potentially humiliating conduct such as peeking through the fucking door or some other fucking thing like that. My only deep regret at the time was that they would not tolerate having some homo jerking off right in the shower room, which would have allowed me to have orgasms even more intense than the ones I had later on back at home when I ran the thoughts through my mind like a piece of video that I just could stop mentally rewinding. I mean the orgasms that I did have when I got home made my toes tingle, and were definitely the best I had ever had in my pubescent life up to that time, but even so, it could have been better, and while I was jerking off I couldn’t help thinking about that and feeling kind of frustrated at the same time as I was making the best of a bad situation and just fishing those memorable images up out of my photographic memory.

Perhaps was for the best because my heart was going thumpity thump pitter pitter patter for hours after that most glorious of the glorious glories of my pubescent life up to that time, and if they would have allowed homo jerking in locker rooms I can imagine they would have been carrying me out of that place on stretcher because I probably would have had a fucking heart attack.

They say you can never forget your first time, and that was certainly a day to remember – my very first trip to the Garden of Eden with my friend Adam, sans fig leaf.

Religion and Other Fun Topics

2007-09-01T12:36:00.000-06:00

Yes, I like cock. In particular I prefer the knob on the end of a guy’s dick, which is my favorite part of the male anatomy. Balls come in a close second, but really nothing can top my fascination with that pretty and thrilling thing, the dick knob. Don’t get me wrong, I like every thing about man. For instance, I think that male feet are cute, much cuter than female feet, which look different, in a sort of wrong way, which I don’t like, and you can sure tell the difference right away. Yes, I like everything about a man, but some things I like more than others, such as that dick knob, which is curious. I mean that it is curious because I could have a thrilling orgasm looking at pictures of door knobs, but somehow a door knob doesn’t do a fucking thing for me, but for an unexplained and rather mysterious reason, dick knobs just do it for me when it comes to whacking off. I don’t know the reason for this curious development, but I do know that it is FUN. WEEEEEEE! YEEEE HAAAAAA!

Yes it is fun, and yes, that is curious. It seems that some people you can tell anything and they will believe it, which is also curious. As just one example of this you can tell people that it is their religious duty to not be FUN at all, and for some reason they will take the matter to heart, and they will frown with disapproval should someone be found having FUN with dick knobs, since FUN is what they call ‘immoral’, which is every bit as curious as that bit about loving dick knobs. It is curious because it seems so fucked up, and it is that very fucked quality that makes me curious. I would not be so curious as regards this matter if it made a damn bit of sense but because it makes no damned sense at all, I am curious.

You see, for some reason Adam was given a dick knob, which is undeniably a fun thing to have, but for some fucked up reason he must cover up that dick knob with a fig leaf. You see, we don’t want God to get supremely pissed off by having those cocks seen bobbing up and down and wiggling around when Adam is out and about.

No, that would be ‘morally depraved’ so I am told. This then cause me to conclude that religious people actually think that God is morally depraved, for only some warp minded pervert would think up a filthy idea like that dick knob, which while it does serve a useful purpose, is in fact EVIL.

Yes, you can tell the human race just about anything, and they will believe it. You can even tell them that God is a deviant sexual pervert, the creator of obscenity and filth, and they will believe that and adopt that weird idea as their official dogmatic state religion, as thousands of years of such godless religion so clearly attests. I use the term ‘godless religion’, for after having been compared to a warp minded pervert by religion it is understandable that God hasn’t been seen anywhere near a church or a temple or one of those fucking mosques for one very hell of a long time. No. No parting of the Pacific Ocean for those people, and really who can blame God for something like that.

No God hasn’t been treading down mountains or doing any of those other God like deeds we see in those Cecil B. De Mille productions, not for one very hell of a long time. What is weird though is how God has been busy peddling fig leafs in the Garden of Eden, since it turns out that when God ditches the high drama, and goes down scale, God will then only be found healing the fractured marriage of John and Martha, thus ensuring the survival of their monogamous and thus spiritually sacred union. The alternative would be that John’s dick knob would be in Mary’s pussy instead of remaining chaste by only diving into the pussy of Martha like it was supposed to. Come to think of it, if it wasn’t for the due diligence of God, John’s dick knob could very well be found muff diving into the pussy of Sue, Jill, and Sally. Given how damned likely this could be to happen it is understandable then that God’s hands would be full trying to force a collection of rebellious shits to keep their fig leaves on their crotches and practice abstinent chastity and other such business. This would leave little time or energy left over for parting oceans or treading down mountains, which would explain a lot.

Abstinent Chastity

2007-09-01T12:35:00.000-06:00

Yes, God’s hands must be full, what with all the hard, grueling and I am sure quite exhausting effort that God must pour into such projects as making sure that some pubescent fag does not go to hell along with his own eye balls by memorizing every single detail of Adam’s buck naked body, so he could run back the mental video later and then, to make matters worse, wind up going to hell with rosy palm.

But work God must, because you see my soul is at stake. Now what with God being a God that must mean that God feels up to a challenge, a real challenge as it turns out, but then what would life as a God be without a really big fucking challenge. The bigger the better. Remember this is God we are talking about here, so think big.

Yes, not only does God love a good challenge, but God also loves giving other people a real good challenge to work on as well. God loves the challenging life style, and for this reason God would create dick knobs, and then do some psychological fucking around so that a dick knob would become tempting. I have noticed that the same fucking around was not done with the door knob, which is not a temptation, so I can only assume that this psychological fucking around was done intentionally and with knowledgeable foresight.

All this wiring and plumbing would then have to be wired up to the retinal bits in the eye ball, and then fueled with great rush of adolescent hormones, a real raging rush to as I recall. Then the challenging part comes in, where after fucking around with things for a while, God would then issue the challenge to some pubescent fag to not look, lest I go to hell with my sinful eyeballs. Yes, says God, better that I should pry those eyeballs right out of my head with a salad fork and throw the fucking things into the fire, lest those eyeballs should be thrown right into hell fire while still firmly glued into my head, thus dragging me down into fiery hells right along with those sinful things.

The same general rule would apply to rosy palm, a real whore who was on the road to perdition. It was my religious duty to not give into temptations, and to make sure that they were temptations, God would make them real tempting, because what is a temptation without the tempting part, right. It just logically follows.

Now with those hormones just making that challenge so much greater for me, should I struggle to achieve the great goal of pubescent holiness and live in abstinent chastity, it would seem to me that the safest way for a human being to live would be completely blind and without hands. Someone else could feed you with a spoon, provided that you could find a few people who still had hands, and who had eyeballs to go along with them, so that a spoon full of soup would go into your mouth rather than down your chin or all over your face. Perhaps this nurturing task could be outsourced to such people as nuns, or even church people in general, provided that the holy ghost remade them so well from the inside out that they had that bit about the eyeballs and the hands completely mastered.

I guess we could consider all this to be a form of spiritual jumping jacks, designed to pump up the muscles of our souls, since God does not want any scrawny runts when we finally, at long last, get saved from our sinful fleshly bodies and become purified ghosts up in heaven. Just to show how much we deserve to live up in heaven we should prove it by overcoming a host of really hot temptations down here, while God watches over it all, and finds out just who loves God and who does not, just based upon who can train and work out until finally they become a champion athlete who can do the pole vault over the very highly raised bar.

That must be the general reason for it all, because I know I sure as to hell cannot think of one other possible interpretation of such a fucked up strategy as that one.

Mozart

2007-08-31T04:05:00.000-06:00

When I was a young gay kid I passionately loved those guys I went to school with, even though they could act like bastards in their great panic stricken rush to prove to everyone in sight that they were quite normal guys, the evidence being that, as everyone knew, they pounded the fag. This was the safest thing to do at the time.

Even so, it was just impossible to pound the love out of me, and it was just as impossible to pound out of me the desire to have sex with those guys I loved so much, and to prove to them just how passionately I felt for them by sending them away from a sexual encounter with me staggering, and all wobbly and knock kneed. Whether they were straight or gay, did not make any difference to me, I loved them all, and I was quite convinced that even those straight guys would be wobbly in the knees when I got through with them, and they strongly suspected this to be the case as well, which then explains all the beatings confused young adolescent boys felt the need to dish out, for they had been lied to and bullshitted by a society which told them that no real man would ever be like they were or feel the confused feelings that they did.

Yes, I loved those guys, and there was no better way to show deep affection for another living breathing human being than to pour your heart and soul into having sex with them, and send them out of the galaxy and off to Andromeda, or even further than that if you could hone your skills and become good enough.

Yes, as soon as I hit puberty and sprouted that first patch of pubes, being the sensible and level headed kid that I was, I made it my goal to become history’s greatest lover. My goal, simply put, was this – the super duper orgasm. Damn I loved those guys and somehow, someway, they were going to be having super duper duper orgasms, You see I loved them just that much, loved them till the end of all time, until the sun went Nova and until the last star in heavens height burnt out, and then, long long after that would I be loving them, so great was my passionate loving affection for those guys.

Now being a pubescent adolescent I had some concerns about reaching my goal, because I was wise enough to understand that even the great masters were once apprentices. This thought fucked up my plans, because I did not want to waste any time giving a few guys moderate orgasms as I learned the ropes. My great secret dream was that perhaps I might be the Mozart of sex, a child prodigy, a real virtuoso. Now I was realistic enough to know that such brilliant child prodigies were quite rare, and given the high odds, as much as I was hoping that perhaps I might be Mozart, the child sexual prodigy, the odds were kind of stacked against me, and I would probably wind up being just Brent, the apprentice.

Fortunately there is no such thing as a really bad orgasm, so it is not like those unfortunate guys who were my study guides would walk away from the encounter feeling totally ripped off, as I slowly climbed my way to the top. They just wouldn’t get it as good as some of those later guys were going to get it, and who knows, perhaps I might run into them again later in life and thus have a second chance to make up for my past mistakes.

That Miserable Bastard, God

2007-08-31T04:04:00.002-06:00

Now miserable damned bastards are known to be such bastards by their behavior patterns, one of which is to scowl and huff and puff should one young boy give another young boy such a powerful orgasm that the young boy, after soaring through the galaxy and out into the nether reaches of space, finally wound up in Andromeda or far point, just depending on how really fucking good that orgasm was. You see miserable damned bastards are pointlessly and senselessly cruel fuckers, and so therefore they would be found bitching and complaining about that intensely lovely and beautiful experience.

What this tells us is that miserable damned bastards are completely fucked in the head for while that was an intensely beautiful experience, an experience that a living breathing human being would love so intensely, a miserable damned bastard must find some reason to find something wrong with such a beautiful thing. This can be difficult, but is there no end to creativity when it comes to thinking up some damned reason or another?

Fortunately miserable damned bastards don’t have to work to hard to find a justification for being weird miserable bastards, for you see, God is the biggest and most rotten bastard of them all. This being true, all that remains is to convince everyone that God is just such a bastard and no further justification for actually being a bastard in the first place is required for that very reason.

The Pure of Heart

2007-08-31T04:04:00.001-06:00

Yes, we could love each other, and we could show that we love each other by loving each other with something a ruthless bully refers to as ‘purity of heart.’ You see the impure of heart, such as myself, want to make another human being feel wonderful, for no other reason than that they love them, you see, and giving them an intense orgasm is one way to show just how very much they love them, and wish to bond strongly with them, cementing that bond with loving sexuality. Such are the nefarious sexual perversions of the impure of heart. There really isn’t much more than can be said about it than that.

The pure of heart are not like this, and because they are pure, you wouldn’t find them making anyone feel really, really intensely powerfully good, by giving them an orgasm, which would be morally wrong, according to the pure of heart. The pure of heart want to stop that orgasm, and their idea of love would be to perhaps say ‘hello’ or maybe, in complete purity of heart, they could have a warm conversation with you, or some other thing that is not intensely passionately fun and certainly not something that feels wonderfully good. The pure of heart insist that their ideas are the product of one of the daughters of philosophy. If this is true then we should be able to see the pure logic behind their reasoning, and be able to discern a system of philosophy which informs their moral choice to avoid giving someone they loved an orgasm, and instead remain pure in heart by having a genuinely loving conversation with them over dinner instead..

The Law of God

2007-08-31T04:03:00.000-06:00

Yes, we could all be free to lift our heads and feel the grass of the earth between our toes, the wind against our skin, and we could experience the passion of living each and every moment in glorious liberty, but first we must ditch that rotten good for nothing bastard, God. Yes, we are told by so many rotten bullying bastards, that God is a rotten bullying bastard, and that like the pricks who claim to believe in such a god, God wants purity of hearts and none of those evil orgasms.

How very, very sad it must be to be religious, and to feel the passionate longing of the heart, and then go off to confession and do rosaries as penance. For the passionate longing of the heart is a sin. I have always found it hard to figure out why the passionate longing of the heart followed by what I would hope to be a super duper orgasm experienced by the one I love so very much was ‘a sin’ since no one has ever really been able to justify that daughter of the philosophers. It seems to me that the only justification that could be cooked up for a weirdo idea like that is that someone said so and therefore shut the fuck up and do what you are told. You see, it was a commandment. The law was laid down. Do what you are told or face prosecution for the crime of disobedience.

That the crime here is disobedience to commandments does not surprise me in the least, since there really isn’t much philosophy to be found in that daughter of philosophy, no cogent and convincing reasonable argument that could be made to overturn the ever so obvious truth of the matter, which is that orgasms feel so very, very good, and that when someone cums like that, they know that you must love them so very very much. After all, its not like you felt so so about them and just showed them how so so you really are by cooking them a dinner and then conversing with them over a filet and a glass Bordeaux. It is hard to conjure up deep passionate love over a filet and a glass of wine. That kind of passion is reserved for the orgasm for obvious reasons. It is on this point that our philosophers have always faltered and stumbled, in that they must make a white sheep into a black sheep, and so therefore we have no philosophy but we have pointless bullying and senseless cruelty instead. Such bullying is required since we do lack a philosophy here and therefore can only force people to do what we say, since there is a slim and very distant hope of ever being able to convince them through reasonable philisophical argument. That would require the existence of philosophy, and so you can see the problem a bully has, since he doesn’t have a philosophy and I do, which is why I win the argument and a bully must resort to forceful bullying instead.

Yes we must ditch the orgasms and the loving passionate embraces we could share with those we love so very much who come into our lives during the time we walk and breath with the grass beneath our feet bathed in the glorious sunshine that illuminates our sojourn on this planet earth. Yes we must ditch all these excessive orgasms, unless somehow we can ditch the ruthless bullying bastard, God, at which time we could heave a huge sigh of relief, and when passionate longing came along we could tour the galaxy, riding on wings of sexual delight, for no other reason than that we simply loved someone so very much, and since we weren’t being locked up in boxes, we were free to love our many lovers whenever the next of our passionately loved lovers came along. This would be easily possible, and most human beings would go for that deal, since we love the idea so very, very much, but first we must ditch that miserable bastard, God.

Therefore I can understand the intense bitterness felt towards God by so very many people, for about the only reason for people to feel miserable and deeply sad down in their hearts is that bullying of that miserable bastard God. With that bastard gone once and for all we could be happy and free and joyous instead.

The Great Love of God

2007-08-31T04:02:00.000-06:00

Now religious people are always telling us about the great ‘Love of God,’ who loves us so much that this God must treat us like a fucking miserable bastard would treat us, which is not loving at all. No, that god preached by religion is something I could do without, thank you very much, and if that means that only for a few short days I can walk the earth and feel the grass beneath my feet and the wind on my skin, while embracing anyone I loved without being bullied by a fucking prick, then I would consider that a worthwhile trade off. You see, I don’t have much interest in spending an eternity of time with some miserable bullying disgusting fucking prick, and when I consider just how passionately I could love my lovers, I would rather spend a few brief moments with humanity, whom I love, than spend an eternity with some odious old bastard that I hate. The one is a pleasant thought, tinged with great sadness, because of the shortness of it all, while the other is an unpleasant thought, tinged with an ever greater sadness because of the long lengthy eternity of it all. When you consider this, since living a short time with a lover is pleasant, while God is completely unpleasant, it would be better to live a short time and have no God because the benefits of having a short pleasant life outweigh the living of a completely rotten life forever, since that would have no redeeming benefits.

I can only imagine the deep painful sorrow that must wash over the heart of the truly, truly religious as they sadly tear themselves away from a lover whom they know they will never, ever be able to embrace because it would supremely piss off that ruthless bullying bedroom invading peeping Tom, God. How religious people can keep bitterness out of their hearts long enough to preach about the ‘Love of God’ I will never know, because if I was in their position I would be preaching about that fucking loveless bastard, God, that disgusting bullying fucking prick, God, and you certainly wouldn’t hear me preaching about ‘the Love of God’ because I never received any ‘Love of God’ but I got bullied instead and so that would be what I would preach.

The One True Faith

2007-08-31T04:01:00.000-06:00

Yes, that religious god is a bastard, this we know, for the Bible tells us so. Fortunately, we have been so blessed that when in the fourth century a collection of bastards were found to be full of the spirit of god, which then explained why they were such bastards, they voted for bastard books, for otherwise we would be fucked and have wrong doctrines. Thank heavens for the diligence of the holy ghost, for if we had wrong dogmatism, then god would be supremely pissed off, perhaps even for thousands of years, leaving us royally fucked over, but fortunately we have right dogmatism, leaving God in a really good mood, as you can tell, since we haven’t been rubbing God the wrong way for centuries because, thank heavens, we have religion to keep us all on the straight and narrow.

Since we have right doctrines, and know therefore that God is a bastard, this would then explain why God is so very, very good to us, and the fountains of blessing have been flowing like an overflowing stream, such results always being the product of really fucking good dogma. Fortunately God has been in a real good mood since the fourth century, for if God was found to be pissed off then we might find that God was being miserable with us and when someone gets that pissed off it is quite likely that they would become less than fully generous. This would be a disaster, for where would we all be without the lovely graces of God? The marvelous generosity of God to the human race since that time, providing them with something called the plan of salvation and books to read, is more than enough evidence that God was in a really fucking good mood throughout history. The evidence of religion speaks for itself.

Yes, if God was pissed off by bad dogmatism then God might become a fucking miserable scrooge, and then we really would be getting fucked over by God, instead of loved on by God like we have been so deeply loved on by God throughout recorded history, provided that we remained pure of heart and didn’t give anyone a criminal orgasm, thus pissing off God and ruining everything.

One thing that always puzzled me about this great and all surpassing ‘Love of God’ is why it is that God’s love has not been great and all surpassing, but rather God’s love has been scrooge like and miserly to the point of being completely absent from the face of the planet. If God was in a real good mood, and thus felt very, very loving, and thus very, very extraordinarily generous, perhaps God could part the Pacific Ocean at least once each century so that our faith would get a much needed boost. This would be the kind and gentle and very, very generous way to do things, and a big improvement over that strategy of salvation where we are forced to guess whether there is a God and then if we guess the wrong answer some ruthless prick barbeques us for wrong dogmatism. The first idea would preferable, assuming that God is feeling generous.

However if God was feeling pretty much like we would expect a bad miserable bastard to feel, then perhaps we would find God doing such things as sweet fuck all, thus tormenting humanity with the dark nights of the soul, and other such fucking things, while ignoring starved babies and leaving six million Jews (God’s favorite and most chosen people, according to their top billing, although you would never know it) to get tossed in their millions onto some barbeque by a scum bag prick like Hitler, and uncountable and so very very many other such fucking, fucking things. None of this has been particularly loving, but rather it looks to me like the deeds of a miserable fucking bastard.

Therefore, if we blame our conclusions upon reality, rather than dogmatism, what this tells is that either God does not exist, the preferential choice for most people whether they admit to themselves or not, or, if God does exist, God is a miserable bastard, and this would then leave us to assume that God is a bastard for no other reason than that God is just by nature a real fucking bastard or perhaps God had a reason for being such a rotten bastard, such as being real pissed off by our wrong dogmatism. We have been warned repeatedly by religion how it is that people who have a wrong dogmatism get fucked over royally by God, and so therefore it seems good to entertain the possibility, since religion is so damned adamant about that position it causes a person to believe that perhaps there might actually be something to the idea.

No, none of this has been particularly loving (it is just as plain as the nose on your face), nor has the wonderful grace of God been particularly generous in its giftings, and this leads me to draw the inevitable conclusion that God has not been particularly loving or in a particularly good mood for thousands of years, but rather that God has been in a real fucking bad mood, yes God has been a real miserable fucking bastard for thousands of years, as the deeds (or lack thereof) of God so clearly demonstrate. No point could be made more clearly and it leaves me to wonder why anyone would perjure themselves by claiming that God was in a real good mood when the damned good fucking over everyone got for so very very fucking long would strongly suggest that the reverse was true.

Abortion

2007-08-31T04:00:00.002-06:00

According to what the ‘family values’ crowd tells us, there are untold millions of aborted fetuses which are now up in heaven and being raised through childhood by God, you know, just to make up for the fact that the fetus got aborted. This sounds like one hell of a good deal to me, and it makes me wonder why there are all these real baby loving fanatics on the loose who are so damned opposed to abortion and a really lovely idea like that one.

What greater act of genuine human compassion and kindness could anyone ever do to a human baby, than to abort the fetus, so that the kid can bail out of this fucked up fucking place and go up to heaven where it can be raised in a more healthy family environment by God, in person. Like I said, that sounds like one hell of good fucking idea top me, and I just wish that the ‘family values’ crowd would just make up their fucking minds about whether or not they really do passionately love small babies, as they say they do, and if they do love them, then maybe they could prove their love by doing the only decent thing under the present circumstances and sending all those millions of babies off packing so they can be raised in a half decent environment by someone who genuinely loves and nurtures them, like God, instead of by someone who abuses and neglects them, like the ‘family values’ preacher.

Now I speak about what I know here, having been so badly abused by that mob of preachers and their mobs of thoughtless, unconcerned followers. I remember the painful horrors of watching millions of small, helpless starved babies being not aborted, but instead born to go through fucking hell for a few short fucking years in this unbelievably heartless, ruthless civilization, instead of being allowed to be aborted so they could live with God in heaven and be loved and nurtured instead of subjected to such contemptible neglect and cruelty. You never hear a family values preacher carrying on and ranting day after fucking day, year after fucking year about that starved baby problem. The reason for this is that a ‘family values’ preacher is a fucking scum bag piece of fucking shit, and the sadistic treatment meted out to helpless babies by such a transparent phony is just a mirror reflection of the excessive sadism and pointless bullying and cruelty that such a thoroughly rotten completely good for sweet fuck all dirt bag insists on calling the divine religion of God.

Monogamy

2007-08-31T04:00:00.001-06:00

I am not monogamous myself, because the idea of not being able to deeply love and cherish and then passionately embrace more than one single solitary human being in my entire fucking life is such a fucked up and detestable idea. So then, because I am so intensely loving, you can understand why I am filled with such loathing for something as reprehensible as life long monogamy.

I base my analysis of the monogamy lifestyle, therefore, not based upon personal experience, but rather upon my observations of other people in my civilization who have for some reason bought into that loveless, fucked up idea, and the following is my attempt to describe what seems to be the mindset of that sterile, loveless crowd.

Now keep in mind, folks, you are going to be able make one single purchase at the butcher shop, and so when you go shopping you really need to become like a very fussy housewife, who carefully inspects each cut of meat. Ideally you would want to go for the triple grade AAA sirloin tip, because if you are only going to enjoy a single steak for the rest of your life, why go for grade B when you can go for grade AAA.

Keep in mind, shoppers, that while you are trolling the aisles there are many other shoppers on the prowl, and so while you may want a real choice sirloin tip, you might have to settle for a round roast with more gristle. If you find that gristle on the round roast to be distasteful, well then you can always gamble and do more shopping, in the hopes of perhaps landing a slab of meat with less gristle. But remember, shoppers, this is a gamble, a roll of the dice, because as you can see the aisles around the meat rack are filled with busy shoppers, and if you turn down a slab of meat because it has X amount of gristle, you could very well wind up getting stuck with a slab containing X + Y gristle. It goes without saying that you would then be royally fucked, and given that hindsight is one hundred percent foresight, it will become crystal clear to you that when you turned down that round roast because of X gristle, that was big fucking mistake that would come back to bite you on the ass later, by haunting you for the rest of your life. Yes, you made your bed and now you must fuck in it, doing with a slab of meat containing X+Y gristle, simply because you didn’t know when to fold and walk away from the craps table.

It has been said that monogamy is preferable to polygamy because it is the morally pure choice. I for one sure can’t see it, for you see, being a polygamist that I am, I am less concerned about gristle, and you would never hear me gossiping away about gristle or grading slabs of meat as is the custom, I have noticed, among those who have bought into that weirdo monogamy idea. Its not like it was the largest piece of gristle I ever saw in my life, so large in fact, that the piece of gristle loomed up over every other thing until finally all I could think about was that one piece of gristle, while musing on the disgusting thought of being stuck with such a piece of gristle forever. I am polygamous, and for that reason I am more generous and giving. I am also not filled with that same beef grading lewdness that is so characteristic of a monogamous society and seems to spew out of its every orifice, since lewdness, and not moral values, is the final product produced by that pointless cruelty and senseless bullying peddled as moral virtue, life long monogamy.

Hitler

2007-08-31T03:59:00.001-06:00

Apparently I am Hitler. I don’t much resemble Hitler, because I am a very warm and loving polygamous fag, who loves those guys with such a passion that my great goal in life, formulated right after puberty, was to display my passionate affection for them by giving them such a raunchy sexual experience that they would be launched out past Andromeda. And what could possibly be a more loving thing to do for another human being than this spectacular thing that human beings love so very much.

I always thought I was quite warm and affectionate, and a very caring individual, as could be seen from my displays of polygamous sexual attractions, but, no, apparently, according to the feedback you hear about someone like me, I am Hitler.

Well I must Hitler, since I will joining Hitler on the barbeque to get roasted in screaming flames for an eternity of endless time because I made some guy completely lose his head and then cum with overwhelming passion, or so I would hope if everything turns out exactly as I dreamed it would. If doing that once, in a committed monogamous relationship, was not already evil enough, my plan was to make it much fucking worse by doing it over again, thus repeating that same mistake who knows how many times. For this crime against humanity, the crime of multiplying orgasms and deeply loving more than one single human being forever, I must fry right alongside Hitler. Perhaps we could split a suite down in hell, while we reflect upon the evil we did while we walked the earth. Hitler would no doubt regret roasting all those Jews, and I am sure that the Jews would be complaining about it as well, while I, alas, poor me, would be eternally regretting all those evil intensely powerful orgasms I gave out during my lifetime, although I think you would be hard pressed to find someone to complain about those orgasms the way the Jews complain about Hitler. Perhaps later, if enough negative peer pressure was applied someone might come forward to file a criminal complaint, but you can be sure that while it was true that Jews were complaining on their way to those ovens, no one was complaining while I was making them cum. Here we can see the key difference between myself and Adolph, in that Hitler’s victims complain all the time, while my victims only found some reason to complain later on.

Here I am making the assumption that any of my victims actually found anything to complain about, and if one of them did then I would suppose that I would have to face charges on that one single count, since it is hard to imagine proceeded with a criminal trial where no victims can be found to come forward and file a complaint.

Gossip

2007-08-31T03:57:00.000-06:00

You know, I was just thinking that it is a good thing that people are such notorious gossips, because it turns out that I owe my life to gossip. That’s right, if it wasn’t for gossips I would not be here today. You see there were all these fags around that wanted to fuck me, and this was just in the first few years before the whole AIDS story broke, you know in the late seventies and early eighties, however there was no fucking way they were going to be fucking me, because they were such gossips, and for some strange reason I find gossip about fucking my ass to be personally embarrassing, and therefore, luckily for me, they didn’t fuck me and I just jerked off more often to get off, thus causing me to survive the AIDS epidemic while around me a lot of those guys who would have been able to fuck such a generous and good hearted guy like me, if only they were not such rude fucking gossips, were dropping dead around me like flies.

So then it could be said that at least one good thing came out of gossip, because I am alive today to write blogs and harass people, and I owe it all to my personality quirk that causes me to recoil from gossips. If it were not for this quirk in my personality I would have been fucked, literally, and since I was considered so damned hot and everyone wanted to fuck me for that very reason, I would have probably been fucked at least one to many times, and maybe redundantly fucked a few to many times, generously giving out the ass everyone dreamed of and gossiped about so very fucking much, in exchange for such favors as a really pro blow job. You see, I am generous and giving, but I am not that generous. I do a little taking, too.

Looking back over it all I can see how I could have been royally fucked, and in more ways than one, but in a fortuitous set of circumstances, what with Jupiter lining up perfectly with Mars and so on, the combination of my good ways and their really bad ways saved my life. Never let anyone tell you there is no reward for being a deeply moral person with a strong moral core and a set of principles that you hold dear.