Letters to the church from the lord #5
To the Church in Sardis
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
The lord becomes very upset with us in the future.
I never want to see us receive a letter like this,
Rev 3:1 “To the angel of the church in Sardis write the following: “This is the solemn pronouncement of the one who holds the seven spirits of God and the seven stars: ‘I know your deeds, that you have a reputation that you are alive, but in reality you are dead.
Rev 3:2 Wake up then, and strengthen what remains that was about to die, because I have not found your deeds complete in the sight of my God.
Rev 3:3 Therefore, remember what you received and heard, and obey it, and repent. If you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will never know at what hour I will come against you.
Rev 3:4 But you have a few individuals in Sardis who have not stained their clothes, and they will walk with me dressed in white, because they are worthy.
Rev 3:5 The one who conquers will be dressed like them in white clothing, and I will never erase his name from the book of life, but will declare his name before my Father and before his angels.
Rev 3:6 The one who has an ear had better hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’
Do not sit back and coast in church or n the word of god. Get out and evangelize beat the good lord into the sinners every chance you get.
The good lord says that you are dead if you just sit there like a lump on the bank of the river.
You are not pleasing him by just coasting. You are pissing him off.
Deu 1:41 Then you responded to me and admitted, “We have sinned against the Lord. We will now go up and fight as the Lord our God has told us to do.” So you each put on your battle gear and prepared to go up to the hill country.
Do not think that oh I am saved and I do not have to worry as I have a seat in heaven. NO you do not as he has just said. He knows that you have done certain deeds but now you are doing nothing.
Do not coast; do not believe in a guarantee. there is no guarantees other than what the lord has just said and that was that he will come in the night like a thief and you will never know because he will leave the dead behind. The ones that work will wear white and walk with him.
I will walk with him as I work every fucking day for him.
I go out and spread the word and the spirit, I walk the mean streets and I preach to the sinners. It is easy to preach to the saved. Shit most of you all are all asleep and don't even know what the hell I am saying.
Jdg 5:11 Hear the sound of those who divide the sheep among the watering places; there they tell of the Lord’s victorious deeds, the victorious deeds of his warriors in Israel. Then the Lord’s people went down to the city gates –
Jdg 5:13 Then the survivors came down to the mighty ones; the Lord’s people came down to me as warriors.
You just know that I am here talking about the promise land and the promise the lord has made.
Isa 32:9 You complacent women, get up and listen to me! You carefree daughters, pay attention to what I say!
Many preachers and ministers all stay the safe route. Not me I get down in the dirt, I get in the pits of despair with these fucking losers every freaking day and I save souls and I bring souls to the lord every day.
Isa 32:11 Tremble, you complacent ones! Shake with fear, you carefree ones! Strip off your clothes and expose yourselves – put sackcloth on your waist!
I hear the lord speak to these poor pathetic wretches and I hear him tell them it is not enough to go to church but you must go out and crusade and evangelize. You have to tell others about the wonder that is are god.
Isa 47:10 You were complacent in your evil deeds; you thought, ‘No one sees me.’ Your self-professed wisdom and knowledge lead you astray, when you say, ‘I am unique! No one can compare to me!’
You have to get in there and bring the sheep in. it is not enough to sow the seed you have to harvest the crop,
You have to pull the weeds. The weeds will kill the garden. they will choke the plants and absorb the nutrients and water that meant for the children of god.
Deu 20:3 “Listen, Israel! Today you are moving forward to do battle with your enemies. Do not be fainthearted. Do not fear and tremble or be terrified because of them,
So every day I go and I fight the good fight. I go out and I thump a few heads and I bring lost souls into the fold. He wants you to help also. Find a bum and beat the good lord into him. If he is too far gone for you and your abilities drive the piece of human trash to the next town and let them carry his burden.
Let us clean the streets of the trash and help our city to thrive. get the leeches off the teat that is our welfare system. They are going to suck us dry and then there will be no place for the rest of us.
Become the strong plant in the garden and compete for the sunshine and the water and the nutrient. Fight the good fight and beat the shit out of the sinners and the hangers on.
Beat the pornographers into seeing the errors of their ways. Beat the illegal aliens into become legal citizens. Find the homeless that are the cancer of our neighborhood and either get them in to the game or get them out of our town.
Lev 26:6 I will grant peace in the land so that you will lie down to sleep without anyone terrifying you. I will remove harmful animals from the land, and no sword of war will pass through your land.
Let us make a town that can be proud when god arrives in the night like a thief.
When the good lord comes I want to bring my entire flock to him and say look lord at the wondrous work we have done in your name.
Look at our deeds and se that we have lived to your word and expectations.
Look at the bastards down the street that say they believe but they all fornicate and drink and snort the cocaine and pretend be of the word of god.
Psa 89:10 You crushed the Proud One and killed it; with your strong arm you scattered your enemies.
Psa 94:2 Rise up, O judge of the earth! Pay back the proud!
Look at the bastards across town that can not even crusade because they are too soft and they can not handle the truth of your word.
Look at the pussies that can not believe that your god would be an angry god. The bible tells of god saying he is an angry god.
Look at the crazies that run around and scream the end is near but they do nothing to prepare the rest of the world for god’s coming.
Psa 123:4 We have had our fill of the taunts of the self-assured, of the contempt of the proud.
We are the ass kickers, we are the beaters of you word, we bring the word to the ones who need it and we are the ones that crusade in your name oh lord.
We bring the heathens and the unwashed to your feet and they see you oh lord and they became fearful of the sins they have committed and they straighten their evil ways.
That is the work we do and that is the work the lord wants.
Go and kick ass in the name of the lord. That is what the letter in revelations is saying. Do not rest back and think that it is all wine and roses.
Nah 2:1 The watchmen of Nineveh shout: “An enemy who will scatter you is marching out to attack you!” “Guard the rampart! Watch the road! Prepare yourselves for battle! Muster your mighty strength!”
Nah 2:3 The shields of his warriors are dyed red; the mighty soldiers are dressed in scarlet garments. The metal fittings of the chariots shine like fire on the day of battle; the soldiers brandish their spears.
It is work and it has always been work. There has never been a time when it was to be fun expect when Adam and Eve were the chosen and in the garden. Then Eve blew it and now we are out in the cold cruel world and now we have to fight for our food and we have to fight for our shelter and we die.
Gen 3:6 When the woman saw that the tree produced fruit that was good for food, was attractive to the eye, and was desirable for making one wise, she took some of its fruit and ate it. She also gave some of it to her husband who was with her, and he ate it. 3:7 Then the eyes of both of them opened, and they knew they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.
Because of the mistake of the mother and the father we have to work real hard to beck into heaven and the good graces of the lord our god.
3:17 But to Adam he said, “Because you obeyed your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, ‘You must not eat from it,’ cursed is the ground thanks to you; in painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life.
So this sermon is a call for you all to go and beat the good word into some sinners and clean the damn city up for right now it likes like crap.
The singles mothers group would like to invite the single fathers and the single men to a mixer this evening. There will be a live band performing and cocktails available. The idea is to network the singles and provide like minded individuals an opportunity to meet and get to know one another.
Cookies, cakes, and coffee are in the lobby for your enjoyment.
Go forth and clean the trash and crud from the streets. Wash the sidewalk with the blood of sinners and make them all see the light.
In my neighborhood #21
In my neighborhood #21
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
I finished the mow and I was going to run some weed and feed on the freshly cut grass and I realized I was out.
So I hopped into the car and headed up to the store. I decided that I just did not want to see Sid and Nancy so I decided to go out the side entrance.
On my way out I pass by Madonna's house. She lives next door to Lee Ving and Poison. She was out in her front yard tending to her yard too. This was truly a sight.
She was actually not doing her work but she had some others doing the work.
She was in that "funnel on her boobies" outfit standing on two professional ball players who were eating the boxwood into a perfect oval, while five more chewed her grass with their teeth. Multi-million dollar players chewing grass and bushes like goats. Holy crap!
The ball players were wearing just their cup and supporters and on their hands and knees chewing the grass.
Madonna was standing there leashes in one hand riding crop under one arm and a glass of ice tea in the other, and the ball players chewing away. Her kids, the blood and the adopted, were playing in the yard with their plastic trucks and action figures.
It was like some weird surrealistic nightmare. Like a Rockwell painting strung out on acid and heroin and two days into a paranoid psychotic episode, not that I would know.
I had to stop and say something, but what do you say to a queen? I mean really? It was wrong what she was doing to the neighborhood and the to these warriors of the field.
We made eye contact and she lifted the glass of tea in my direction like a toast. I nodded and slowed. Shit I have to stop and say something I am the president after all and she saw me and knows that I saw her.
I stop and I get out. Madonna halts the two ball players she is riding and steps down.
What can I do for you father?
I am not a father, that is Catholic just call me pastor or reverend please.
Ok what can I do for you reverend?
well I do appreciate the fervor in which you take care of your yard and I think that the enthusiasm should be shared by more in the neighborhood, but I think the jock strapped ball players is a bit over the top.
Yeah?
Yeah come on truly you could have had them wear the respective uniforms.
No, I can't, as the majority league ball club owns everything about baseball and to have them in my yard in their league uniforms would bring the MLBC down on the neighborhood faster than a costume change. And besides I think the look good this way. I mean after millions of years women have been objectified and demoralized and pornified. It is only fitting that men get their fair share of being treated like an object or as utensils.
I am not going to get into a girly rights issue with you Madonna. Just put some clothes on your grass munchers and think about the neighborhood instead of yourself. We are a community and in a community we have to act in the best interest of all instead of just the one. You know that Rob Zombie has bought a house and I think they he may have chosen not to if he had witnessed this spectacle.
Yes you are right pastor. Boys up. Up!
And the ball players snapped up into a formal line. She grabbed the riding crop and pointed to the house and the men turned but waited. She sighed and her shoulders slumped a bit and she swatted the lead ball player on the ass with the crop and he hopped into the house and so it went for the remaining six players a swat on the ass and they trotted into the house.
It was time to do the back yard anyways. And I know that there is nothing you can do about the backyard.
Yes you are right about that for now. But once I get the lesbian parties at Brit and Pink’s house taken care of the HOA will be in a better position to protect the neighborhood.
I hope not, I really enjoy bunko on Fridays.
Yes I know, I see you, and I hear you over there now and again.
And we see your eye at the knot hole.
I have to witness to testify and report.
Yes, yes I know.
Well I have to go to the store. Do you need anything Madonna?
Yes can you get me two dozen sticks of butter and some dish gloves?
Sure anything else?
Maybe pick me up some Luzianne tea also.
No problem, see you on the way back.
Yeah ok. Hey kids lets go into the house it is time for mommy to work on the back yard.
I went to the store.
You know she is not all that bad, I wish more of the neighbors were like her.
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
I finished the mow and I was going to run some weed and feed on the freshly cut grass and I realized I was out.
So I hopped into the car and headed up to the store. I decided that I just did not want to see Sid and Nancy so I decided to go out the side entrance.
On my way out I pass by Madonna's house. She lives next door to Lee Ving and Poison. She was out in her front yard tending to her yard too. This was truly a sight.
She was actually not doing her work but she had some others doing the work.
She was in that "funnel on her boobies" outfit standing on two professional ball players who were eating the boxwood into a perfect oval, while five more chewed her grass with their teeth. Multi-million dollar players chewing grass and bushes like goats. Holy crap!
The ball players were wearing just their cup and supporters and on their hands and knees chewing the grass.
Madonna was standing there leashes in one hand riding crop under one arm and a glass of ice tea in the other, and the ball players chewing away. Her kids, the blood and the adopted, were playing in the yard with their plastic trucks and action figures.
It was like some weird surrealistic nightmare. Like a Rockwell painting strung out on acid and heroin and two days into a paranoid psychotic episode, not that I would know.
I had to stop and say something, but what do you say to a queen? I mean really? It was wrong what she was doing to the neighborhood and the to these warriors of the field.
We made eye contact and she lifted the glass of tea in my direction like a toast. I nodded and slowed. Shit I have to stop and say something I am the president after all and she saw me and knows that I saw her.
I stop and I get out. Madonna halts the two ball players she is riding and steps down.
What can I do for you father?
I am not a father, that is Catholic just call me pastor or reverend please.
Ok what can I do for you reverend?
well I do appreciate the fervor in which you take care of your yard and I think that the enthusiasm should be shared by more in the neighborhood, but I think the jock strapped ball players is a bit over the top.
Yeah?
Yeah come on truly you could have had them wear the respective uniforms.
No, I can't, as the majority league ball club owns everything about baseball and to have them in my yard in their league uniforms would bring the MLBC down on the neighborhood faster than a costume change. And besides I think the look good this way. I mean after millions of years women have been objectified and demoralized and pornified. It is only fitting that men get their fair share of being treated like an object or as utensils.
I am not going to get into a girly rights issue with you Madonna. Just put some clothes on your grass munchers and think about the neighborhood instead of yourself. We are a community and in a community we have to act in the best interest of all instead of just the one. You know that Rob Zombie has bought a house and I think they he may have chosen not to if he had witnessed this spectacle.
Yes you are right pastor. Boys up. Up!
And the ball players snapped up into a formal line. She grabbed the riding crop and pointed to the house and the men turned but waited. She sighed and her shoulders slumped a bit and she swatted the lead ball player on the ass with the crop and he hopped into the house and so it went for the remaining six players a swat on the ass and they trotted into the house.
It was time to do the back yard anyways. And I know that there is nothing you can do about the backyard.
Yes you are right about that for now. But once I get the lesbian parties at Brit and Pink’s house taken care of the HOA will be in a better position to protect the neighborhood.
I hope not, I really enjoy bunko on Fridays.
Yes I know, I see you, and I hear you over there now and again.
And we see your eye at the knot hole.
I have to witness to testify and report.
Yes, yes I know.
Well I have to go to the store. Do you need anything Madonna?
Yes can you get me two dozen sticks of butter and some dish gloves?
Sure anything else?
Maybe pick me up some Luzianne tea also.
No problem, see you on the way back.
Yeah ok. Hey kids lets go into the house it is time for mommy to work on the back yard.
I went to the store.
You know she is not all that bad, I wish more of the neighbors were like her.
Letters to the church from the lord #7
Letters to the church from the lord #7
To the Church in Laodicea
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Gen 31:29
I have the power to do you harm, but the God of your father told me last night, ‘be careful that you neither bless nor curse these people.’
The lord becomes very upset with us in the future.
I never want to see us receive a letter like this,
To the Church in Laodicea
Rev 3:14 “To the angel of the church in Laodicea write the following:
“This is the solemn pronouncement of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the originator of God’s creation:
Rev 3:15 ‘I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either cold or hot!
Rev 3:16 So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I am going to vomit you out of my mouth!
Rev 3:17 Because you say, “I am rich and have acquired great wealth, and need nothing,” but do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked,
Rev 3:18 take my advice and buy gold from me refined by fire so you can become rich! Buy from me white clothing so you can be clothed and your shameful nakedness will not be exposed, and buy eye salve to put on your eyes so you can see!
Rev 3:19 All those I love, I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent!
Rev 3:20 Listen! I am standing at the door and knocking! If anyone hears my voice and opens the door I will come into his home and share a meal with him, and he with me.
Rev 3:21 I will grant the one who conquers permission to sit with me on my throne, just as I too conquered and sat down with my Father on his throne.
Rev 3:22 The one who has an ear had better hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’”
What is being said here is that indifference makes the lord sick. Neither hot nor cold, could not care one way or the other is the same as not caring at all. No the lord wants us to be passionate. The lord wants us to care. He does not tell us what to care about he just wants us to care.
You must go into the world with the intentions to change the things that need to be changed. To change the things that can be changed. Push the boundaries tear the envelope. But make a difference not an indifference.
Psa 55:19
God, the one who has reigned as king from long ago, will hear and humiliate them. They refuse to change, and do not fear God.
Rom 8:21
that the creation itself will also be set free from the bondage of decay into the glorious freedom of God’s children.
Jer 5:3
Lord, I know you look for faithfulness. But even when you punish these people, they feel no remorse. Even when you nearly destroy them, they refuse to be corrected. They have become as hardheaded as a rock. They refuse to change their ways.
Do not be someone’s bitch. Do not be someone’s hey boy because you need the cash and it all pays the same. blah blah blah No strike out in the world looking for a place to burn your mark. Look for an opportunity to kick the world in the nuts. And yell into the ear of society [Yelling] "wake the fuck up bitch I am here and I am going to make some goddamn changes!"
Exo 5:13
The slave masters were pressuring them, saying, “Complete your work for each day, just like when there was straw!”
Lev 25:39
“‘If your brother becomes impoverished with regard to you so that he sells himself to you, you must not subject him to slave service.
Move the furniture around make the world yours. Own it! Work it as if you are a potter, or a blacksmith. Do not pick it up off the shelf and say ‘eeh I can live with this like it is.’
That is fucking crap! That is not what the lord god is saying here. [In sissy voice] Oh I do not like change. What if I make the wrong change.
There is no wrong change! There is only change. Wrong change is the change that does not happen, because you are a pussy! Do not fight change, fight for change.
Dan 2:9
If you don’t inform me of the dream, there is only one thing that is going to happen to you. For you have agreed among yourselves to report to me something false and deceitful until such time as things might change. So tell me the dream, and I will have confidence that you can disclose its interpretation.”
Look at the corporate machine that is fueling our economy. They made change, they said tune in, turn on, drop out, or some such shit like that. They fucking made some serious change.
Now what do we have for their change. Gay marriages, rampant drug use, and women in the work place. There is more there but you get the picture. All are changes that can be acted upon. All are even more opportunities to make a difference. If you think gay marriages should be legal then change the rest of the states laws. If you think women should be in the work place then fight for more equality and more opportunity for them to work. If you think drugs should be legalized then fight for the legalization of drugs but damn it fucking do something. the generations before made changes and made mistakes fix the mistakes and make fucking changes.
Jer 15:7
The Lord continued, “In every town in the land I will purge them like straw blown away by the wind. I will destroy my people. I will kill off their children. I will do so because they did not change their behavior.
If you do not change a thing the wrongs never get righted and they become law. Then they become more difficult to change and you will become a stagnate pool of skin, puss, bone and tears. You will sit there in your own excrement and whine that it is not fair and that someone should do something to make it fair.
[Yelling LOUD] fuck fair! [Middle Finger]
And fuck you whiners.
Get up and change something. Start with your diapers and then with your attitude. It is not that attitude that created fire, it is not that attitude that created equal voting rights for the blacks, it is not that attitude the created slush funds and false companies to hide debt and profit loss.
That attitude is what the losers use to hide their inability to find a pair of testicles and back bone.
Fair is what second place says when they should have picked up the pace but decided to let someone else finish the race.
Get out there and fucking kicks this shit into high gear and fucking change some shit. Do not care if the shit is wrong? If it is wrong someone will change behind you. If it is too wrong you will not be able to make the change stick.
But do not get lost on the side of the race distracted by you own reflection; do not get on the rabbit trails that are greed, lust and self pity.
Do not let sloth and envy trip you up!
Act 8:23
For I see that you are bitterly envious and in bondage to sin.”
Kick Satan in the head and tell his pussy legions to get out of your way cause you are about to change some shit!
Tell the whiners that are in the way to get out of the way cause you are about to kick the shit out of boredom and monotony.
The status quoi is burning down mother fucker and there is no amount of water to stop this blaze!
The ho hum drum life that your parents knew is flat lining and you are unplugging the fucking paddles.
Pull the plug on boring and stuff the shit into a body bag cause it is fucking cold and done man.
The everyday same ol’ same ol’ is now at room temp and still getting stiffer by the minute.
Write on the toe tag deceased, cause of death boredom! Toss a couple of coins for the ferry man and torch the bitch. Let it burn down and let the fucking wind carry the ashes away.
Heb 3:13
But exhort one another each day, as long as it is called “Today,” that none of you may become hardened by sin’s deception.
Drink in the waters of power and courage, be gluttonous at the fountain of youth, and eat your enemies for they will give you power.
Kick the shit out of the old world. It is done it is wrong and it is going to hell.
Deu 4:34
Or has God ever before tried to deliver a nation from the middle of another nation, accompanied by judgments, signs, wonders, war, strength, power, and other very terrifying things like the Lord your God did for you in Egypt before your very eyes?
The old world is lead by old fucking people that have forgotten about their jobs, they have forgotten about the changes they were suppose to make, they are old and they are on the way out, kick them out the door and beat their changes to the ground. They are too fucking old to go back now. They have too much to lose. They are too fat on their greed and their false power. They have sucked the life out of too many and are now just feeding on them selves. They would eat their mother if she was still alive but alas she died when they killed retirement funds.
Tit 1:12
A certain one of them, in fact, one of their own prophets, said, “Cretans are always liars, evil beasts, lazy gluttons.”
Hos 10:13
But you have plowed wickedness; you have reaped injustice; you have eaten the fruit of deception. Because you have depended on your chariots; you have relied on your many warriors.
Fuck them and fuck their future.
Your future is where it is at your future is what fucking matters now and you had better start on it right away or someone will change you out of the world and you will be left holding the dirty shitty diaper that was your father's world.
Deu 5:15
Recall that you were slaves in the land of Egypt and that the Lord your God brought you out of there by strength and power. That is why the Lord your God has commanded you to observe the Sabbath day.
And with every kind of evil directed against those who are perishing, because they found no place in their hearts for the truth so as to be saved. The evil doers of the world before you are condemned to hell for all eternity.
Do not burn with them, throw them into the pit and stomp on their fingers to make them fall
[Yell to the sky] because your time is now! [Bang on podium]
Your sun is rising and theirs is setting and they now have to face atonement for their evil deeds.
Fuck them [bang on podium]
The bastards[bang on podium]
The teen center and boxing ring are near completion and the contractor apologizes every other day when I go out to talk to him. Apparently the Knights of Acrimony have been talking to him and showing him pictures of the his kids at school. And one picture of him sleeping next to his wife really motivated him into finishing the job. Who knew he was so vain? Go figure.
Coffee and donuts are not being offered today because some nit wit forgot co-ordinate the offering of morning sugar and caffeine.
Go in peace and do not kill anybody in the parking lot.
To the Church in Laodicea
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Gen 31:29
I have the power to do you harm, but the God of your father told me last night, ‘be careful that you neither bless nor curse these people.’
The lord becomes very upset with us in the future.
I never want to see us receive a letter like this,
To the Church in Laodicea
Rev 3:14 “To the angel of the church in Laodicea write the following:
“This is the solemn pronouncement of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the originator of God’s creation:
Rev 3:15 ‘I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either cold or hot!
Rev 3:16 So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I am going to vomit you out of my mouth!
Rev 3:17 Because you say, “I am rich and have acquired great wealth, and need nothing,” but do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked,
Rev 3:18 take my advice and buy gold from me refined by fire so you can become rich! Buy from me white clothing so you can be clothed and your shameful nakedness will not be exposed, and buy eye salve to put on your eyes so you can see!
Rev 3:19 All those I love, I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent!
Rev 3:20 Listen! I am standing at the door and knocking! If anyone hears my voice and opens the door I will come into his home and share a meal with him, and he with me.
Rev 3:21 I will grant the one who conquers permission to sit with me on my throne, just as I too conquered and sat down with my Father on his throne.
Rev 3:22 The one who has an ear had better hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’”
What is being said here is that indifference makes the lord sick. Neither hot nor cold, could not care one way or the other is the same as not caring at all. No the lord wants us to be passionate. The lord wants us to care. He does not tell us what to care about he just wants us to care.
You must go into the world with the intentions to change the things that need to be changed. To change the things that can be changed. Push the boundaries tear the envelope. But make a difference not an indifference.
Psa 55:19
God, the one who has reigned as king from long ago, will hear and humiliate them. They refuse to change, and do not fear God.
Rom 8:21
that the creation itself will also be set free from the bondage of decay into the glorious freedom of God’s children.
Jer 5:3
Lord, I know you look for faithfulness. But even when you punish these people, they feel no remorse. Even when you nearly destroy them, they refuse to be corrected. They have become as hardheaded as a rock. They refuse to change their ways.
Do not be someone’s bitch. Do not be someone’s hey boy because you need the cash and it all pays the same. blah blah blah No strike out in the world looking for a place to burn your mark. Look for an opportunity to kick the world in the nuts. And yell into the ear of society [Yelling] "wake the fuck up bitch I am here and I am going to make some goddamn changes!"
Exo 5:13
The slave masters were pressuring them, saying, “Complete your work for each day, just like when there was straw!”
Lev 25:39
“‘If your brother becomes impoverished with regard to you so that he sells himself to you, you must not subject him to slave service.
Move the furniture around make the world yours. Own it! Work it as if you are a potter, or a blacksmith. Do not pick it up off the shelf and say ‘eeh I can live with this like it is.’
That is fucking crap! That is not what the lord god is saying here. [In sissy voice] Oh I do not like change. What if I make the wrong change.
There is no wrong change! There is only change. Wrong change is the change that does not happen, because you are a pussy! Do not fight change, fight for change.
Dan 2:9
If you don’t inform me of the dream, there is only one thing that is going to happen to you. For you have agreed among yourselves to report to me something false and deceitful until such time as things might change. So tell me the dream, and I will have confidence that you can disclose its interpretation.”
Look at the corporate machine that is fueling our economy. They made change, they said tune in, turn on, drop out, or some such shit like that. They fucking made some serious change.
Now what do we have for their change. Gay marriages, rampant drug use, and women in the work place. There is more there but you get the picture. All are changes that can be acted upon. All are even more opportunities to make a difference. If you think gay marriages should be legal then change the rest of the states laws. If you think women should be in the work place then fight for more equality and more opportunity for them to work. If you think drugs should be legalized then fight for the legalization of drugs but damn it fucking do something. the generations before made changes and made mistakes fix the mistakes and make fucking changes.
Jer 15:7
The Lord continued, “In every town in the land I will purge them like straw blown away by the wind. I will destroy my people. I will kill off their children. I will do so because they did not change their behavior.
If you do not change a thing the wrongs never get righted and they become law. Then they become more difficult to change and you will become a stagnate pool of skin, puss, bone and tears. You will sit there in your own excrement and whine that it is not fair and that someone should do something to make it fair.
[Yelling LOUD] fuck fair! [Middle Finger]
And fuck you whiners.
Get up and change something. Start with your diapers and then with your attitude. It is not that attitude that created fire, it is not that attitude that created equal voting rights for the blacks, it is not that attitude the created slush funds and false companies to hide debt and profit loss.
That attitude is what the losers use to hide their inability to find a pair of testicles and back bone.
Fair is what second place says when they should have picked up the pace but decided to let someone else finish the race.
Get out there and fucking kicks this shit into high gear and fucking change some shit. Do not care if the shit is wrong? If it is wrong someone will change behind you. If it is too wrong you will not be able to make the change stick.
But do not get lost on the side of the race distracted by you own reflection; do not get on the rabbit trails that are greed, lust and self pity.
Do not let sloth and envy trip you up!
Act 8:23
For I see that you are bitterly envious and in bondage to sin.”
Kick Satan in the head and tell his pussy legions to get out of your way cause you are about to change some shit!
Tell the whiners that are in the way to get out of the way cause you are about to kick the shit out of boredom and monotony.
The status quoi is burning down mother fucker and there is no amount of water to stop this blaze!
The ho hum drum life that your parents knew is flat lining and you are unplugging the fucking paddles.
Pull the plug on boring and stuff the shit into a body bag cause it is fucking cold and done man.
The everyday same ol’ same ol’ is now at room temp and still getting stiffer by the minute.
Write on the toe tag deceased, cause of death boredom! Toss a couple of coins for the ferry man and torch the bitch. Let it burn down and let the fucking wind carry the ashes away.
Heb 3:13
But exhort one another each day, as long as it is called “Today,” that none of you may become hardened by sin’s deception.
Drink in the waters of power and courage, be gluttonous at the fountain of youth, and eat your enemies for they will give you power.
Kick the shit out of the old world. It is done it is wrong and it is going to hell.
Deu 4:34
Or has God ever before tried to deliver a nation from the middle of another nation, accompanied by judgments, signs, wonders, war, strength, power, and other very terrifying things like the Lord your God did for you in Egypt before your very eyes?
The old world is lead by old fucking people that have forgotten about their jobs, they have forgotten about the changes they were suppose to make, they are old and they are on the way out, kick them out the door and beat their changes to the ground. They are too fucking old to go back now. They have too much to lose. They are too fat on their greed and their false power. They have sucked the life out of too many and are now just feeding on them selves. They would eat their mother if she was still alive but alas she died when they killed retirement funds.
Tit 1:12
A certain one of them, in fact, one of their own prophets, said, “Cretans are always liars, evil beasts, lazy gluttons.”
Hos 10:13
But you have plowed wickedness; you have reaped injustice; you have eaten the fruit of deception. Because you have depended on your chariots; you have relied on your many warriors.
Fuck them and fuck their future.
Your future is where it is at your future is what fucking matters now and you had better start on it right away or someone will change you out of the world and you will be left holding the dirty shitty diaper that was your father's world.
Deu 5:15
Recall that you were slaves in the land of Egypt and that the Lord your God brought you out of there by strength and power. That is why the Lord your God has commanded you to observe the Sabbath day.
And with every kind of evil directed against those who are perishing, because they found no place in their hearts for the truth so as to be saved. The evil doers of the world before you are condemned to hell for all eternity.
Do not burn with them, throw them into the pit and stomp on their fingers to make them fall
[Yell to the sky] because your time is now! [Bang on podium]
Your sun is rising and theirs is setting and they now have to face atonement for their evil deeds.
Fuck them [bang on podium]
The bastards[bang on podium]
The teen center and boxing ring are near completion and the contractor apologizes every other day when I go out to talk to him. Apparently the Knights of Acrimony have been talking to him and showing him pictures of the his kids at school. And one picture of him sleeping next to his wife really motivated him into finishing the job. Who knew he was so vain? Go figure.
Coffee and donuts are not being offered today because some nit wit forgot co-ordinate the offering of morning sugar and caffeine.
Go in peace and do not kill anybody in the parking lot.
To wage war or not to wage war.
To wage war or not to wage war.
By Rev John Sleestaxx
They have attacked me; they have created great strife and undue grief. Even now as I type this they are plotting to weave some travesty of justice against me, some terrible awful event that will throw my world into a spiral.
I know how they work, their secret meetings and their special language. The fucking rotten bastards.
I know that they mean to do me great harm, of that I am certain. I know this because I hear them whispering as I turn the corner and their fleeting foot steps as they run away, the cowards.
Stop and fight me face to face like men, like real men. You all fight like thieves by mis-direction and stealth. You have no honor, no ethics, no real substance.
You sirs are cheats. That is right; I said you are all cheats!
Heathens and malcontents, demons from hell have better manners than you. I know, I have met many a demon and they have the uprighted-ness to at least greet you before they try to steal your soul. But not you, you fucking cheats! You all lie, cheat, and steal. You all sucker punch and run.
Stand up! Do your best but at least be seen before you bring down upon me the wrath and anguish of your focused hate. This hate that so consumes you to the point that you have given up being right and resorted to being a CHEAT!
FUCKERS!
Bring it! Bring it down here bitches because you know what? I am going to wage war! I am going to bring upon you my focused hate AND rage.
I am going to do upon you AND yours, 100 fold of the tragic, horrible, misery that you have befell (yeah it is a word fucker!) upon me.
I will tear into you like a ravenous dog, a virus that feeds on your heart and your brain. I will eat you! Yes! I WILL EAT YOU MUTHER FUCKER! And I will spit you upon the ground into the dust and I will trample you and all of your family into the clay earth and I will work such violence and pain that you will relish the warm earth into which I will put you.
I will then dance and be jubilant on your corpse. I will celebrate the loss of you while there is no-one to mourn your absence. You will not be, there will be no you. The only one to speak of your existence from then on will be me and it will not be fond words, it will not be with reverence, it will not be with thoughtful silence. The mention of you will be like a curse or a foul word. I will spit your name like one person spits something bitter or sour or spoiled.
But I will only do this once a decade. I will not let you have any more than that. You filthy, lying, dirty whore, of a cheat. You disgust me with your lame attempts to befuddle me and yoke me.
I know that you think you are all clever and you have all the secrets. But you have chosen the wrong fucker to mess with. I am not old, and I am not young, nor am I weak or slow. You can not beat me because I am not those things at all. I am mean, I am determined, I am fast, and I am strong! You chose the wrong one dipshits. And now it is I who will may you cry, and whimper like the weak simpering little cheats that you are.
I am going to beat you down and I am going to do it laughing at you and your weakness.
That is right fuck-wad I am going to beat your ass and I am going to laugh at you too!
HA HA
Yeah, I will, because that is the mean-ass-muther-fucker I am. I will destroy you, I will rent, and tear and pull and rip you apart and I will enjoy it. There will be no remorse for the animal way you were bested and beaten. I will have no sadness for the savagery I displayed or the pathetic way you whimpered and cried, I will not feel any empathy for the humiliated way you went down.
You want war? Then you got war bitches! I am so going to be up in your house and I am so going to beat you down.
Fuck yeah! Fucker you are going down!
By Rev John Sleestaxx
They have attacked me; they have created great strife and undue grief. Even now as I type this they are plotting to weave some travesty of justice against me, some terrible awful event that will throw my world into a spiral.
I know how they work, their secret meetings and their special language. The fucking rotten bastards.
I know that they mean to do me great harm, of that I am certain. I know this because I hear them whispering as I turn the corner and their fleeting foot steps as they run away, the cowards.
Stop and fight me face to face like men, like real men. You all fight like thieves by mis-direction and stealth. You have no honor, no ethics, no real substance.
You sirs are cheats. That is right; I said you are all cheats!
Heathens and malcontents, demons from hell have better manners than you. I know, I have met many a demon and they have the uprighted-ness to at least greet you before they try to steal your soul. But not you, you fucking cheats! You all lie, cheat, and steal. You all sucker punch and run.
Stand up! Do your best but at least be seen before you bring down upon me the wrath and anguish of your focused hate. This hate that so consumes you to the point that you have given up being right and resorted to being a CHEAT!
FUCKERS!
Bring it! Bring it down here bitches because you know what? I am going to wage war! I am going to bring upon you my focused hate AND rage.
I am going to do upon you AND yours, 100 fold of the tragic, horrible, misery that you have befell (yeah it is a word fucker!) upon me.
I will tear into you like a ravenous dog, a virus that feeds on your heart and your brain. I will eat you! Yes! I WILL EAT YOU MUTHER FUCKER! And I will spit you upon the ground into the dust and I will trample you and all of your family into the clay earth and I will work such violence and pain that you will relish the warm earth into which I will put you.
I will then dance and be jubilant on your corpse. I will celebrate the loss of you while there is no-one to mourn your absence. You will not be, there will be no you. The only one to speak of your existence from then on will be me and it will not be fond words, it will not be with reverence, it will not be with thoughtful silence. The mention of you will be like a curse or a foul word. I will spit your name like one person spits something bitter or sour or spoiled.
But I will only do this once a decade. I will not let you have any more than that. You filthy, lying, dirty whore, of a cheat. You disgust me with your lame attempts to befuddle me and yoke me.
I know that you think you are all clever and you have all the secrets. But you have chosen the wrong fucker to mess with. I am not old, and I am not young, nor am I weak or slow. You can not beat me because I am not those things at all. I am mean, I am determined, I am fast, and I am strong! You chose the wrong one dipshits. And now it is I who will may you cry, and whimper like the weak simpering little cheats that you are.
I am going to beat you down and I am going to do it laughing at you and your weakness.
That is right fuck-wad I am going to beat your ass and I am going to laugh at you too!
HA HA
Yeah, I will, because that is the mean-ass-muther-fucker I am. I will destroy you, I will rent, and tear and pull and rip you apart and I will enjoy it. There will be no remorse for the animal way you were bested and beaten. I will have no sadness for the savagery I displayed or the pathetic way you whimpered and cried, I will not feel any empathy for the humiliated way you went down.
You want war? Then you got war bitches! I am so going to be up in your house and I am so going to beat you down.
Fuck yeah! Fucker you are going down!
Wars are messy
Wars are messy
Rev. John Sleestaxx
It had been a long time coming. The wars were taking their toll on the civilians. Many had given up on a belief that they would have a quiet life. And I do not blame them.
I mean when you have been subjected to nightly shelling from outer space for nearly 5 decades you kind of forget how things were before the war.
You forget what it was like to go to a movie with a date and not worry about the roof caving in or the siren blaring just as the best part of the movie was unfolding.
You definitely forget about how it was back in the day when you could go to the park with your date and lay in the grass and cuddle and whisper sweet things to each other. But now the shelling has made dating a life threatening proposition.
What respectable girl is going to go on a date if her life is in jeopardy? No it was date the skanks, the skezzers, the hungry, the orphans or the thrill seekers.
The good girls, the kind you want to marry, they stay in the bunkers at night and when the need to have a baby is upon them, they either marry into a harem or they buy DNA from the many government run clinics.
That is why joining the service was so appealing. In the service you are given 3 passes a week to access the government brothels, filled with girls cloned from the best sex stock, girls created to please and not breed. We all know that our DNA material is salvaged tested and used to strengthen our population. And build up our forces to battle the evil dark menace that attacks us every night.
No one knows for sure why they attack at night. Or what we did to make them so mad.
We are told that the government has the smartest minds working on the space travel problem and once we can transverse the distance to our attackers we will be victorious.
Until then we just have to be diligent and persevere.
What I needed was a target, something to focus on something for me to aim at. I was tired of practice, tired of shooting into that damn pile of dirt, "We do not know what the enemy looks like, and we do not even know if the enemy has a head. So you will fire at anything we put up in front of you." It seems like piles of dirt are pretty cheap.
One day Crazy, his name is Craig but we call him Crazy, one day Crazy decides to make fun of me in front of the brothel girls. He tells them that I talk in my sleep and that I get a boner while I sleep. Then he tells them I touch my boner in my sleep. The girls all laugh and ask if my sleeping boner is like the one I bring to them. We all laugh at this.
So today we are again shooting at the pile of dirt and I turn to Crazy and I tell him he embarrassed me last night.
He laughs.
I shoot him and my sergeant and the rest of my platoon.
Yep it is messier to shoot a person than a dirt pile.
My books make great Christmas presents
Rev. John Sleestaxx
It had been a long time coming. The wars were taking their toll on the civilians. Many had given up on a belief that they would have a quiet life. And I do not blame them.
I mean when you have been subjected to nightly shelling from outer space for nearly 5 decades you kind of forget how things were before the war.
You forget what it was like to go to a movie with a date and not worry about the roof caving in or the siren blaring just as the best part of the movie was unfolding.
You definitely forget about how it was back in the day when you could go to the park with your date and lay in the grass and cuddle and whisper sweet things to each other. But now the shelling has made dating a life threatening proposition.
What respectable girl is going to go on a date if her life is in jeopardy? No it was date the skanks, the skezzers, the hungry, the orphans or the thrill seekers.
The good girls, the kind you want to marry, they stay in the bunkers at night and when the need to have a baby is upon them, they either marry into a harem or they buy DNA from the many government run clinics.
That is why joining the service was so appealing. In the service you are given 3 passes a week to access the government brothels, filled with girls cloned from the best sex stock, girls created to please and not breed. We all know that our DNA material is salvaged tested and used to strengthen our population. And build up our forces to battle the evil dark menace that attacks us every night.
No one knows for sure why they attack at night. Or what we did to make them so mad.
We are told that the government has the smartest minds working on the space travel problem and once we can transverse the distance to our attackers we will be victorious.
Until then we just have to be diligent and persevere.
What I needed was a target, something to focus on something for me to aim at. I was tired of practice, tired of shooting into that damn pile of dirt, "We do not know what the enemy looks like, and we do not even know if the enemy has a head. So you will fire at anything we put up in front of you." It seems like piles of dirt are pretty cheap.
One day Crazy, his name is Craig but we call him Crazy, one day Crazy decides to make fun of me in front of the brothel girls. He tells them that I talk in my sleep and that I get a boner while I sleep. Then he tells them I touch my boner in my sleep. The girls all laugh and ask if my sleeping boner is like the one I bring to them. We all laugh at this.
So today we are again shooting at the pile of dirt and I turn to Crazy and I tell him he embarrassed me last night.
He laughs.
I shoot him and my sergeant and the rest of my platoon.
Yep it is messier to shoot a person than a dirt pile.
My books make great Christmas presents
In my neighborhood #20
I have to post 20 before 21.
In my neighborhood #20
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Dear HOA Management Company,
I was on my way to work this morn and as I passed the corner lot at the entrance I see Sid and Nancy passed out on the lawn AGAIN.
Now this has to be the 17th time I have found these two face down on a Monday morning in the grass.
I know I have been by on numerous occasions while on neighborhood patrol and they have been in full blown fist fight mode over McDonald cheese burgers, Starbuck ice coffee drinks, and other really stupid stupid things.
I want you to do the job that was contracted to you and that is to write a letter demanding that they begin to act more human and less animal. That they think about their actions and remind them that the value they set for their house, they also set for the rest of their neighbors.
Heaven forbid I decide to sell and have a potential buyer drive by see these two rutting in the front yard like some animals in heat or passed out in the sun like homeless bums.
This shit has to stop. You have to finally address this eyesore. I commend the HOA in their enforcing of the "No Lawn Art restriction". I applaud the restriction you have imposed on the Poison house. They were really going to burn down the whole neighborhood with the smoke and flash pots.
The Lesbian orgies behind my house are still going on but I know that there is only so much you can do. But this drug induced comas in the front yard are avoidable. they are in the front yard after all for god and everyone to see.
There is a bus stop right in front of their house. What if Sid ties one on and passes out with his pants down during the regular school season? I strenuously impress upon you the urgency at which this must be addressed.
If this is allowed to continue much longer they maybe able to pull the precedent and rock star card out in a court battle and then we are all fucked!
Get it right! Get it done and get it out NOW!
HOA president
Rev. John Sleestaxx
In my neighborhood #20
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Dear HOA Management Company,
I was on my way to work this morn and as I passed the corner lot at the entrance I see Sid and Nancy passed out on the lawn AGAIN.
Now this has to be the 17th time I have found these two face down on a Monday morning in the grass.
I know I have been by on numerous occasions while on neighborhood patrol and they have been in full blown fist fight mode over McDonald cheese burgers, Starbuck ice coffee drinks, and other really stupid stupid things.
I want you to do the job that was contracted to you and that is to write a letter demanding that they begin to act more human and less animal. That they think about their actions and remind them that the value they set for their house, they also set for the rest of their neighbors.
Heaven forbid I decide to sell and have a potential buyer drive by see these two rutting in the front yard like some animals in heat or passed out in the sun like homeless bums.
This shit has to stop. You have to finally address this eyesore. I commend the HOA in their enforcing of the "No Lawn Art restriction". I applaud the restriction you have imposed on the Poison house. They were really going to burn down the whole neighborhood with the smoke and flash pots.
The Lesbian orgies behind my house are still going on but I know that there is only so much you can do. But this drug induced comas in the front yard are avoidable. they are in the front yard after all for god and everyone to see.
There is a bus stop right in front of their house. What if Sid ties one on and passes out with his pants down during the regular school season? I strenuously impress upon you the urgency at which this must be addressed.
If this is allowed to continue much longer they maybe able to pull the precedent and rock star card out in a court battle and then we are all fucked!
Get it right! Get it done and get it out NOW!
HOA president
Rev. John Sleestaxx
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