Fear is what keeps us civilized.
By Rev. John Sleestaxx
Fear of god's judgment
Fear of peer judgment
Fear of hell
Fear of no hell
Fear of god
Fear of no god
The fear of knowing that once this is all done and over we are all just meat to be consumed by the bugs and the bacteria in the ground.
So we go through life thinking about if I do this what will be the outcome?
But the human animals, the beasts, the mouth breathers, the sinners, the bankers and the pirates of this great world that was once a glorious place to be a part of have realized that they do not care about tomorrow or the outcome. It is about today and what can they steal from us, what harm can they do to us and what can they do for themselves.
These are the criminals that we allow to walk among us and we hide our eyes from their view because we are afraid of them and hope they pass us by and steal from our neighbor instead. We have let them run amuck and get too much control. We need to wrest the helm from these doers of ill and sin and take back what is ours. We shall start with our dignity and finish with a pound of flesh nearest their heart.
We shall say "NO MORE!" “You shall take no more! You shall leave our sight! You are banished to the outside. Leave our city and leave our lives. Go now and scratch your existence from the dirt and clay whence you came from.”
“Go now without your goods, your belongings, your coat and robes of wealth and ill gotten goods. Be known that your are now marked as a thief and you shall be treated as such. Let no man give you work and let no women feed you. See what you have wrought on the rest of the world and let god judge you for you have been judge and found not worthy to be human nor animal and not worth the wood to burn you as you deserve.
You beasts you criminals you evil men of industry pirates and privateers all of you. You all make me sick you all make me hate the human race again and again and again.
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Mr. Rollins Thanks You By John Sleestaxx
Mr. Rollins thanks you
Dear Mr. Sleestaxx,
Henry is very busy and he can not visit your myspace page.
Mr. Rollins appreciates that you have been impacted by his work and although he likes fan fiction.
He would like to remind you that his name and likeness is his brand and he would like to remind you that any negative fiction should not be published.
Hymen, Heflin, or some other girly German Nazi name
Oh now let me tell you something about this whole Henry Rollins neighbor fiction thingy.
I see him online "Oh fuck bush this" and "fuck bush that" and "blah blah blah."
"Oh the end is near."
"Commercialism is eating our souls alive."
"Buy my album"
"Oh love me define me."
"Where's my dog? I want water. Bring me water! Oh I look fat don't I? Oh please somebody bring me some damn water. Do I still have it?"
"Oh I want you to like me."
"Oh I want to like you too but you are not in my zip code."
HENRY! I bought your goddamn albums 12+ dollars apiece.
Back then I had to work at a vet cleaning dog shit at min wage of 3.35 hour so your album was 4 hours of cleaning dog shit from sick dogs!
And then I would risk getting killed by rockers going downtown to see you live at the profilatica 2000. And then I risked getting killed by skinheads that followed you around.
The whole time being told corporate America is bad.
Corporate America is a war machine and has to be stopped.
Corporate America is killing our free speech.
We hear Henry does not do drugs or drinks and I say well if that is good for Henry then that has to be the way to go, he is so versed on the world and everything.
Then you exercise your free speech and you do a commercial for a clothing store.
A store that sells the clothes for the enemy, cookie cutter, kill individuality, same as the guy next to me clothes.
You do a commercial for the enemy.
You sold out to the other side.
Oh the despair I was flung into.
The depression that my mind sunk into
The maddening fever of betrayal that burned in my mind and caused so much self loathing that I wanted to die.
I had wasted so many years of my life.
I began to drink and do coke. I had to make up for lost time. 5 years I spent on my coke fueled binge.
The places I would wake up.
The depraved memories that would haunt me all day, until I could get fucked up again, would be oh animals and fruit of the loom underwear, things that Robert Downey Jr. could never ever have portrayed.
Oh man (LOL) the women I would find on my flop house mattress.
The sick and depraved things I did to get the money to get high. I no longer cleaned dog shit I ate dog shit!
I ATE SHIT IN A FUCKING SIDESHOW!
I ate shit in a freak sideshow held in the basement of a night club on Castro Street.
I was known as "Bubo The Dog Shit Eating Monkey Boy" three demeaning shows a night 7 nights a week.
Hook worms, round worms, whip worms. Dysentery, depression, dystopia, and distemper.
I had it all man yeah I was a fucking nut case then.
But I got better.
I found the way out of the depths of hell that was cocaine and drinking.
I learned about hate and rage and I learned that I was responsible for my self.
Then I get this E-mail today.
Mr. Sleestaxx,
Although the gap is always looking for fresh topical celebrities to promote our brand we have to admit that the demographic that would identify with "Bubo The Dog Shit Eating Monkey Boy" is too small to be of interest to us.
Thank you
Some buttmuncher whose has no clue of what is cool and what is not.
Man I hope one legged Pete is still in the same projects he was 10 years ago.
Dear Mr. Sleestaxx,
Henry is very busy and he can not visit your myspace page.
Mr. Rollins appreciates that you have been impacted by his work and although he likes fan fiction.
He would like to remind you that his name and likeness is his brand and he would like to remind you that any negative fiction should not be published.
Hymen, Heflin, or some other girly German Nazi name
Oh now let me tell you something about this whole Henry Rollins neighbor fiction thingy.
I see him online "Oh fuck bush this" and "fuck bush that" and "blah blah blah."
"Oh the end is near."
"Commercialism is eating our souls alive."
"Buy my album"
"Oh love me define me."
"Where's my dog? I want water. Bring me water! Oh I look fat don't I? Oh please somebody bring me some damn water. Do I still have it?"
"Oh I want you to like me."
"Oh I want to like you too but you are not in my zip code."
HENRY! I bought your goddamn albums 12+ dollars apiece.
Back then I had to work at a vet cleaning dog shit at min wage of 3.35 hour so your album was 4 hours of cleaning dog shit from sick dogs!
And then I would risk getting killed by rockers going downtown to see you live at the profilatica 2000. And then I risked getting killed by skinheads that followed you around.
The whole time being told corporate America is bad.
Corporate America is a war machine and has to be stopped.
Corporate America is killing our free speech.
We hear Henry does not do drugs or drinks and I say well if that is good for Henry then that has to be the way to go, he is so versed on the world and everything.
Then you exercise your free speech and you do a commercial for a clothing store.
A store that sells the clothes for the enemy, cookie cutter, kill individuality, same as the guy next to me clothes.
You do a commercial for the enemy.
You sold out to the other side.
Oh the despair I was flung into.
The depression that my mind sunk into
The maddening fever of betrayal that burned in my mind and caused so much self loathing that I wanted to die.
I had wasted so many years of my life.
I began to drink and do coke. I had to make up for lost time. 5 years I spent on my coke fueled binge.
The places I would wake up.
The depraved memories that would haunt me all day, until I could get fucked up again, would be oh animals and fruit of the loom underwear, things that Robert Downey Jr. could never ever have portrayed.
Oh man (LOL) the women I would find on my flop house mattress.
The sick and depraved things I did to get the money to get high. I no longer cleaned dog shit I ate dog shit!
I ATE SHIT IN A FUCKING SIDESHOW!
I ate shit in a freak sideshow held in the basement of a night club on Castro Street.
I was known as "Bubo The Dog Shit Eating Monkey Boy" three demeaning shows a night 7 nights a week.
Hook worms, round worms, whip worms. Dysentery, depression, dystopia, and distemper.
I had it all man yeah I was a fucking nut case then.
But I got better.
I found the way out of the depths of hell that was cocaine and drinking.
I learned about hate and rage and I learned that I was responsible for my self.
Then I get this E-mail today.
Mr. Sleestaxx,
Although the gap is always looking for fresh topical celebrities to promote our brand we have to admit that the demographic that would identify with "Bubo The Dog Shit Eating Monkey Boy" is too small to be of interest to us.
Thank you
Some buttmuncher whose has no clue of what is cool and what is not.
Man I hope one legged Pete is still in the same projects he was 10 years ago.
Yes your soul and it is black
Yes your soul and it is black? said Rev. J. Sleestaxx to the
pimps and thugs that attended the service. What does it mean
to have a soul? Maybe this will explain: Once Bella Abzug
was discussing dirtiness with a boll weevil.
Ivan the Terrible came along and said "Bella Abzug, your soul
is just an amusement of your body." Hortense Sleestaxx had a
good dog back in Buzzard Breath Wyoming. It and your cat used
to simplify together, remember? Once when Ivan the
Terrible was sinning in Buzzard Breath Wyoming, Bella Abzug (he
was there too) said " Ivan the Terrible, I'll take a spotless dog
over a grungy stinker anyday". Bella Abzug thought this was
terrific: This good world-view of goodness can be observed in the
reflector of your heart, John, as a reflection of an affair.
Anyhow determined theoreticians will realize that goodness is
disgustingly sickening. I dream that your good and foul
consciousness will widen about goodness, anyhow mine will because
dainty and generous desires are enrapturingly essential.
I just remembered this. A stereo, cottage and van are essential
nevertheless Sarah loved a conic section! To glimpse an
automobile as an image or reflection in an appalling mirror
maddened Sarah. Why a conic section? A physicist might croon
that a conic section is critical; furiously the physicist croons
"the conic section is critical anyhow Sarah thinks of mansions
and automobiles." Frightening. Captivating. Queer stuff. The
physicist speaks of a conic section while Sarah fantasizes of
vans. Would Diane ponder about the desires of Sarah? Diane
dreams that the physicist is loony. A conic section? Why?
Diane crooned "Physicist, you're crazy and so is Sarah. A conic
section indeed!" Sarah indubitably was aloof. The physicist
actually was supercilious. But Diane yodeled to them "Do you
follow me?" Hold on. Diane started to speak of dogs and eagles,
even babies or a brother. Scary!
pimps and thugs that attended the service. What does it mean
to have a soul? Maybe this will explain: Once Bella Abzug
was discussing dirtiness with a boll weevil.
Ivan the Terrible came along and said "Bella Abzug, your soul
is just an amusement of your body." Hortense Sleestaxx had a
good dog back in Buzzard Breath Wyoming. It and your cat used
to simplify together, remember? Once when Ivan the
Terrible was sinning in Buzzard Breath Wyoming, Bella Abzug (he
was there too) said " Ivan the Terrible, I'll take a spotless dog
over a grungy stinker anyday". Bella Abzug thought this was
terrific: This good world-view of goodness can be observed in the
reflector of your heart, John, as a reflection of an affair.
Anyhow determined theoreticians will realize that goodness is
disgustingly sickening. I dream that your good and foul
consciousness will widen about goodness, anyhow mine will because
dainty and generous desires are enrapturingly essential.
I just remembered this. A stereo, cottage and van are essential
nevertheless Sarah loved a conic section! To glimpse an
automobile as an image or reflection in an appalling mirror
maddened Sarah. Why a conic section? A physicist might croon
that a conic section is critical; furiously the physicist croons
"the conic section is critical anyhow Sarah thinks of mansions
and automobiles." Frightening. Captivating. Queer stuff. The
physicist speaks of a conic section while Sarah fantasizes of
vans. Would Diane ponder about the desires of Sarah? Diane
dreams that the physicist is loony. A conic section? Why?
Diane crooned "Physicist, you're crazy and so is Sarah. A conic
section indeed!" Sarah indubitably was aloof. The physicist
actually was supercilious. But Diane yodeled to them "Do you
follow me?" Hold on. Diane started to speak of dogs and eagles,
even babies or a brother. Scary!
Making tomorrow better by baptizing them today
Making tomorrow better by baptizing them today.
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
I am taking the love of the baptism to the streets and I am beating god's word into the youth of today to make a better tomorrow.
Hosea 4
4:1 Hear the word of the Lord, you Israelites!
For the Lord has a covenant lawsuit against the people of Israel.
For there is neither faithfulness nor loyalty in the land,
nor do they acknowledge God.
You can not go through life ignoring God and God's will. To do so will evoke a lawsuit from God himself against you in the highest court of courts.
I am here to represent you in that trial. And that is why I have Baptismal Beatings every Thursday. You are supposed to come down to the rectory, confess your transgressions while I box your ears in. You are suppose to fight back because God Only helps those that help themselves and well how am I to get better if you act the pussy and not fight back. You will not win. You will get the crap beat out of you but you will have your sins atoned and your penance will be noted in the "Big Book".
Sam 22:39
I wipe them out and beat them to death; they cannot get up; they fall at my feet.
Like Balaam in Numbers
Num 22:23
And the donkey saw the angel of the Lord standing in the road with his sword drawn in his hand, so the donkey turned aside from the road and went into the field. But Balaam beat the donkey, to make her turn back to the road.
god and the lord have given me the power to beat you all who need it. They also command the beatings to occur
Luk 12:47
That servant who knew his master’s will but did not get ready or do what his master asked will receive a severe beating.
Hosea 4
4:2 There is only cursing, lying, murder, stealing, and adultery.
They resort to violence and bloodshed.
4:3 Therefore the land will mourn,
and all its inhabitants will perish.
The wild animals, the birds of the sky,
and even the fish in the sea will perish.
god and the lord have stated that these things shall come to pass and the news have proven that these things are happening today. There are animals and fish that go extinct everyday.
The time is at hand are you going to hell for the crimes you have committed or would you rather have representation and receive the gift of eternal bliss?
I feel the need to save everyone I come into contact with that I have begun to take my baptismal to the street. I now believe the time to beat god into every stupid sinner I find.
Why just the other day I was walking to the store and I passed some teenage boys. Now we have all seen these fucking morons, you know the pants too big and balanced on the ass displaying the brown shit stain in their underwear. Well they passed me and one stated that I should watch where I am going and bumped into my shoulder and pressed me into the wall of the building.
I jumped back and stated that the lord has placed you on the path to savior and that they are about to see the lord god himself.
They laughed and asked me what the hell I was talking about?
I told them they are about to received some joyous love from the angry lord and I punched one in the nose. His nose sort of flattened and then began to gush the red liquid of life onto the white tee shirt he was wearing.
He cried "Oh God what the hell was that for?"
I turned to his other two friends who were clearly confused by the swiftness of the warrior standing before them.
I spoke "See your friend is already beginning to see the lord and is now beginning the healing of their relationship by speaking to him now!" and I round house kick the nearest stupid thug and he dropped, after my heel thumped the juggler vein in his neck.
His third partner in stupidity snapped to and pulled out a gun and said “I do not know drugs you have that make you think you are super but I have your kryptonite right here bitch!"
I out stretched my hands and said, "Son the lord only wants you all back into the fold" and I stepped in just then the thug on the ground moaned and the one with the gun said hey gee you alright? And Gee moaned.
The thug looked down sand at the same instant I slapped my hand against the pistol hand of the sinner and a shot rang. he looked at me and I told him "Praise the lord for you have received a second chance at salvation." and with great love for my fellow man I lovingly placed one hand at the base of his neck and with the other I began to beat on this fucktard's forehead like it was a wad of bread dough
Gen 18:6
So Abraham hurried into the tent and said to Sarah, “Quick! Take three measures of fine flour, knead it, and make bread.”
The one that was gushing the red life force from his nose blinked the water out of his eyes and charged us both. He got a week right hand punch into my left ear causing the lord's voice to ring, "You sir have been chosen to save these souls, You must save them now or they shall be lost for ever." My hand that was on the neck on the pistol thug arched backwards in the best pimp slap ever slapped against a stupid bitch. The pistol thug dropped to his knees screaming "Oh God Oh god" and I looked upon him and yelled with the voice of god, "There young man you do see the light! Go now to church and tell your pastor that you have been beaten by god himself and that you are to be received into heaven."
The thug that rushed me charged again and I slapped my right hand onto his forehead with such force that he dropped to his knees also and I said," Dear lord please receive this imbecile servant and forgive him for his transgressions." and I brought my right knee to his face. He dropped backward in an awkward heap sputtering red juice and heaving in a primal throaty sound that I can only tell you was tongues.
You see as my knee christened his face the energy of the Holy Ghost filled him and he was imbued with the knowledge of the prophet of the bible.
1Co 14:5
I wish you all spoke in tongues, but even more that you would prophesy. The one who prophesies is greater than the one who speaks in tongues, unless he interprets so that the church may be strengthened.
I can not tell you the wondrous joy I felt as I heard these three sinners find their way to the lord.
The blood and the pain and the love and the joy that was being spilled out there on the sidewalk made them all weep. It was a truly beautiful moment.
You all would be proud and fearful for your pastor that day fro he truly brought the lord's can of whoop ass to those thugs.
I just got the call from their pastor and he wanted to know what I said to them. I told him it was not me it was the lord’s hand that touched them and it was a beautiful thing.
We both wept with joy and happiness from the love that we felt for one another and then I invited him down for a Thursday baptism. He was happy to accept the invitation and if he can still think properly we may start a church boxing league on Mondays.
The kitchen has been serving some mighty fine lunches to the legal residents of this great nation and city. They are in need of food donations and some volunteers. I want to remind you all that time and donations at the church do not go un-noticed and that on Thursdays the gloves change based on time served.
Please respect and show love and compassion in the parking lot today as you all leave.
Amen and god bless.
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
I am taking the love of the baptism to the streets and I am beating god's word into the youth of today to make a better tomorrow.
Hosea 4
4:1 Hear the word of the Lord, you Israelites!
For the Lord has a covenant lawsuit against the people of Israel.
For there is neither faithfulness nor loyalty in the land,
nor do they acknowledge God.
You can not go through life ignoring God and God's will. To do so will evoke a lawsuit from God himself against you in the highest court of courts.
I am here to represent you in that trial. And that is why I have Baptismal Beatings every Thursday. You are supposed to come down to the rectory, confess your transgressions while I box your ears in. You are suppose to fight back because God Only helps those that help themselves and well how am I to get better if you act the pussy and not fight back. You will not win. You will get the crap beat out of you but you will have your sins atoned and your penance will be noted in the "Big Book".
Sam 22:39
I wipe them out and beat them to death; they cannot get up; they fall at my feet.
Like Balaam in Numbers
Num 22:23
And the donkey saw the angel of the Lord standing in the road with his sword drawn in his hand, so the donkey turned aside from the road and went into the field. But Balaam beat the donkey, to make her turn back to the road.
god and the lord have given me the power to beat you all who need it. They also command the beatings to occur
Luk 12:47
That servant who knew his master’s will but did not get ready or do what his master asked will receive a severe beating.
Hosea 4
4:2 There is only cursing, lying, murder, stealing, and adultery.
They resort to violence and bloodshed.
4:3 Therefore the land will mourn,
and all its inhabitants will perish.
The wild animals, the birds of the sky,
and even the fish in the sea will perish.
god and the lord have stated that these things shall come to pass and the news have proven that these things are happening today. There are animals and fish that go extinct everyday.
The time is at hand are you going to hell for the crimes you have committed or would you rather have representation and receive the gift of eternal bliss?
I feel the need to save everyone I come into contact with that I have begun to take my baptismal to the street. I now believe the time to beat god into every stupid sinner I find.
Why just the other day I was walking to the store and I passed some teenage boys. Now we have all seen these fucking morons, you know the pants too big and balanced on the ass displaying the brown shit stain in their underwear. Well they passed me and one stated that I should watch where I am going and bumped into my shoulder and pressed me into the wall of the building.
I jumped back and stated that the lord has placed you on the path to savior and that they are about to see the lord god himself.
They laughed and asked me what the hell I was talking about?
I told them they are about to received some joyous love from the angry lord and I punched one in the nose. His nose sort of flattened and then began to gush the red liquid of life onto the white tee shirt he was wearing.
He cried "Oh God what the hell was that for?"
I turned to his other two friends who were clearly confused by the swiftness of the warrior standing before them.
I spoke "See your friend is already beginning to see the lord and is now beginning the healing of their relationship by speaking to him now!" and I round house kick the nearest stupid thug and he dropped, after my heel thumped the juggler vein in his neck.
His third partner in stupidity snapped to and pulled out a gun and said “I do not know drugs you have that make you think you are super but I have your kryptonite right here bitch!"
I out stretched my hands and said, "Son the lord only wants you all back into the fold" and I stepped in just then the thug on the ground moaned and the one with the gun said hey gee you alright? And Gee moaned.
The thug looked down sand at the same instant I slapped my hand against the pistol hand of the sinner and a shot rang. he looked at me and I told him "Praise the lord for you have received a second chance at salvation." and with great love for my fellow man I lovingly placed one hand at the base of his neck and with the other I began to beat on this fucktard's forehead like it was a wad of bread dough
Gen 18:6
So Abraham hurried into the tent and said to Sarah, “Quick! Take three measures of fine flour, knead it, and make bread.”
The one that was gushing the red life force from his nose blinked the water out of his eyes and charged us both. He got a week right hand punch into my left ear causing the lord's voice to ring, "You sir have been chosen to save these souls, You must save them now or they shall be lost for ever." My hand that was on the neck on the pistol thug arched backwards in the best pimp slap ever slapped against a stupid bitch. The pistol thug dropped to his knees screaming "Oh God Oh god" and I looked upon him and yelled with the voice of god, "There young man you do see the light! Go now to church and tell your pastor that you have been beaten by god himself and that you are to be received into heaven."
The thug that rushed me charged again and I slapped my right hand onto his forehead with such force that he dropped to his knees also and I said," Dear lord please receive this imbecile servant and forgive him for his transgressions." and I brought my right knee to his face. He dropped backward in an awkward heap sputtering red juice and heaving in a primal throaty sound that I can only tell you was tongues.
You see as my knee christened his face the energy of the Holy Ghost filled him and he was imbued with the knowledge of the prophet of the bible.
1Co 14:5
I wish you all spoke in tongues, but even more that you would prophesy. The one who prophesies is greater than the one who speaks in tongues, unless he interprets so that the church may be strengthened.
I can not tell you the wondrous joy I felt as I heard these three sinners find their way to the lord.
The blood and the pain and the love and the joy that was being spilled out there on the sidewalk made them all weep. It was a truly beautiful moment.
You all would be proud and fearful for your pastor that day fro he truly brought the lord's can of whoop ass to those thugs.
I just got the call from their pastor and he wanted to know what I said to them. I told him it was not me it was the lord’s hand that touched them and it was a beautiful thing.
We both wept with joy and happiness from the love that we felt for one another and then I invited him down for a Thursday baptism. He was happy to accept the invitation and if he can still think properly we may start a church boxing league on Mondays.
The kitchen has been serving some mighty fine lunches to the legal residents of this great nation and city. They are in need of food donations and some volunteers. I want to remind you all that time and donations at the church do not go un-noticed and that on Thursdays the gloves change based on time served.
Please respect and show love and compassion in the parking lot today as you all leave.
Amen and god bless.
Reality For The Win
The other day I wrote this;
This guy got everything was looking for. Yes Virginia there is a Santa.
He wanted to raise awareness. He wanted to create a ruckus. He wanted to make a freaking statement and he did all of that and now he is famous for it like abbey Hoffman and Patty Hearst. He forever will be the epitome of free thinkers
About the don’t taser me bro video that has become a virus
http://blog.wired.com/27bstroke6/2007/09/dont-tase-me-br.html
And this fella freaks and starts talking about love and universe and koolaid
"If a person enjoys this, they need to check themselves in for a mental check-up.
They would obviously have some serious issues.
They would have to be considered a danger to themselves and society in general.
Necessary or not - not talking about tasering - talking about enjoyment of it.
Would have to be pretty sick
I read your blog on umpiring - it was awesome - is this the same person writing this?
Worried about teaching respect?
Huh..."
Then he makes the kool aid comment about umpiring and questioning my ability to umpire a game.
Teaching respect??? No shoving the lesson of respect down the throats of grown people who can not behave for 1 hour and 40 minutes is more like it.
So I think hey maybe this whinny tree huggin fur kissin dirt munchin druid has me confused with someone else and well I am all about fair play so to be sure his umpire hero is not maligned because he can't pay attention to which porn window is open I message him.
I ask him which umpire blog he is speaking about.
Yeah its mine but I can not think of a single kool aid moment in anything I speak about umpiring.
“Umpire in the blog on myspace!
Yes that is me. And there is nothing wrong if you look at the comments and see the point. "
And more love and universe and hug a tree shit later
"I thought what you said as an umpire was great. About the respect. About living by the rules going for one as well as the other. Talking about acceptance here... common ground... being a grown up in a grown-up's body...
Troubles me that the same person who wrote this could be so calloused to this kid getting tased.
Just hearing his voice, whether he's faking it or not, at the end, crying out, disturbs my soul. Even though I feel like he's a whiny baby. It’s still disturbing, and I hate it.
We can't have one set of rules for us and another for everyone else. Just like your buddy in the dug-out. We can't have our feet on both sides of the fence. We may be deceived into thinking it is possible, but I assure you that it isn't.
Be aware: God offers a choice:
"Choose life, or choose death."
Then He offers a little hint... "Choose life"
He who has ears to hear - let him hear - I will trouble you no further.
God Bless you brother – Name withheld because it is my soap box."
And I reply
"Do not be mistaken I have no friends in the dugout. No I never wrote any of that about being an umpire.
Umpiring is great in that I can be in control. And it is stressful and I love stressful situations they make you feel alive.
The guy is asking for what he got. Plain and simple.
I am sorry that life has been so good to you that you can think that everything is fair. Read my blog about evil among us and another sandwich.
You are too soft for me"
I will wipe them out and beat them to death; the can not get up; they will fall at my feet
Samuel 22:39
Regards
Rev. John Sleestaxx
And then this is where the funny stuff starts.
He try’s to show how tough he is
You know NOTHING about me my friend (wait I never invited him to be a friend)
NOTHING hah
Try me
Try me
Soft?
Don’t kid yourself
Nor am I so afraid that I hide behind a cartoon picture and use the name of the biggest coward out there
The biggest liar out there
Why don't you grow up and be a man -
You’re 42 for God's sake
Fucking whiney little babies. You know if the sound of someone being tasered makes you ill then you are too soft. Your sensibilities are mush! You think that life is fair.
You think that the cops should not be aloud to yell. And you think that children should not be spanked.
Well "buddy" where was your thinking when my step father was abusing me? Where was your perfect fair world when I finally ran away and the next grownup I met did the same thing to me? And how about when I left that nut job and ended up in San Francisco, The hippie nirvana. And there some other nut job thinks that I should get paid for the abuse huh??
Yeah you know what fuck you and your perfect fucking world.
My world is the real world, in my world people get hurt for no reason, and people get hurt when they do the wrong thing, people die for no reason, and wives nearly die over a fucking common cold. You rack up bills you can not pay just to live and then you fucking work forever. In my world 8 year old boys are taught things that would make pussies like you vomit. Fuck you and your sensibilities and your “disturbed to the soul shit” I have been through the fires, I have lived in a hell, I have crawled clawed and fought my way out of a hell and you want to tell me about fair and respect and grownups. LOL yeah uh oh fucking kay sure tell me another faerie tell uncle whiner. Yeah fucking right!
Eat a pile of shit and maggots and go for rides with traveling sales men. Let them park their rented car in a alley or parking lot and tell you about their son your age and how proud of them they are. Let them talk about how important they are and how this car is nothing like the one they have home.
They will bla bla bla about everything about themselves but never ask why is a twelve year old expected to….
Then there are the freaks that lose control of their anger and get angry at you for doing what they asked in the first place.
Are these twisted fuckers in you world brother?? Huh?? Are they?? I bet you had no idea that this fucking twisted shit happens at all in this wonderful country.
Your world is great and so wonderful. And the sun always shines and there is never a dead body on the side of the fucking road in your fucking world.
[Showing my middle finger at you] Your world of unicorns and elves and fairies has been deforested and paved over so that my world can put in a fucking Wal-Mart and a race track.
Have a sandwich and such the fuck up.
Reality For The win
This guy got everything was looking for. Yes Virginia there is a Santa.
He wanted to raise awareness. He wanted to create a ruckus. He wanted to make a freaking statement and he did all of that and now he is famous for it like abbey Hoffman and Patty Hearst. He forever will be the epitome of free thinkers
About the don’t taser me bro video that has become a virus
http://blog.wired.com/27bstroke6/2007/09/dont-tase-me-br.html
And this fella freaks and starts talking about love and universe and koolaid
"If a person enjoys this, they need to check themselves in for a mental check-up.
They would obviously have some serious issues.
They would have to be considered a danger to themselves and society in general.
Necessary or not - not talking about tasering - talking about enjoyment of it.
Would have to be pretty sick
I read your blog on umpiring - it was awesome - is this the same person writing this?
Worried about teaching respect?
Huh..."
Then he makes the kool aid comment about umpiring and questioning my ability to umpire a game.
Teaching respect??? No shoving the lesson of respect down the throats of grown people who can not behave for 1 hour and 40 minutes is more like it.
So I think hey maybe this whinny tree huggin fur kissin dirt munchin druid has me confused with someone else and well I am all about fair play so to be sure his umpire hero is not maligned because he can't pay attention to which porn window is open I message him.
I ask him which umpire blog he is speaking about.
Yeah its mine but I can not think of a single kool aid moment in anything I speak about umpiring.
“Umpire in the blog on myspace!
Yes that is me. And there is nothing wrong if you look at the comments and see the point. "
And more love and universe and hug a tree shit later
"I thought what you said as an umpire was great. About the respect. About living by the rules going for one as well as the other. Talking about acceptance here... common ground... being a grown up in a grown-up's body...
Troubles me that the same person who wrote this could be so calloused to this kid getting tased.
Just hearing his voice, whether he's faking it or not, at the end, crying out, disturbs my soul. Even though I feel like he's a whiny baby. It’s still disturbing, and I hate it.
We can't have one set of rules for us and another for everyone else. Just like your buddy in the dug-out. We can't have our feet on both sides of the fence. We may be deceived into thinking it is possible, but I assure you that it isn't.
Be aware: God offers a choice:
"Choose life, or choose death."
Then He offers a little hint... "Choose life"
He who has ears to hear - let him hear - I will trouble you no further.
God Bless you brother – Name withheld because it is my soap box."
And I reply
"Do not be mistaken I have no friends in the dugout. No I never wrote any of that about being an umpire.
Umpiring is great in that I can be in control. And it is stressful and I love stressful situations they make you feel alive.
The guy is asking for what he got. Plain and simple.
I am sorry that life has been so good to you that you can think that everything is fair. Read my blog about evil among us and another sandwich.
You are too soft for me"
I will wipe them out and beat them to death; the can not get up; they will fall at my feet
Samuel 22:39
Regards
Rev. John Sleestaxx
And then this is where the funny stuff starts.
He try’s to show how tough he is
You know NOTHING about me my friend (wait I never invited him to be a friend)
NOTHING hah
Try me
Try me
Soft?
Don’t kid yourself
Nor am I so afraid that I hide behind a cartoon picture and use the name of the biggest coward out there
The biggest liar out there
Why don't you grow up and be a man -
You’re 42 for God's sake
Fucking whiney little babies. You know if the sound of someone being tasered makes you ill then you are too soft. Your sensibilities are mush! You think that life is fair.
You think that the cops should not be aloud to yell. And you think that children should not be spanked.
Well "buddy" where was your thinking when my step father was abusing me? Where was your perfect fair world when I finally ran away and the next grownup I met did the same thing to me? And how about when I left that nut job and ended up in San Francisco, The hippie nirvana. And there some other nut job thinks that I should get paid for the abuse huh??
Yeah you know what fuck you and your perfect fucking world.
My world is the real world, in my world people get hurt for no reason, and people get hurt when they do the wrong thing, people die for no reason, and wives nearly die over a fucking common cold. You rack up bills you can not pay just to live and then you fucking work forever. In my world 8 year old boys are taught things that would make pussies like you vomit. Fuck you and your sensibilities and your “disturbed to the soul shit” I have been through the fires, I have lived in a hell, I have crawled clawed and fought my way out of a hell and you want to tell me about fair and respect and grownups. LOL yeah uh oh fucking kay sure tell me another faerie tell uncle whiner. Yeah fucking right!
Eat a pile of shit and maggots and go for rides with traveling sales men. Let them park their rented car in a alley or parking lot and tell you about their son your age and how proud of them they are. Let them talk about how important they are and how this car is nothing like the one they have home.
They will bla bla bla about everything about themselves but never ask why is a twelve year old expected to….
Then there are the freaks that lose control of their anger and get angry at you for doing what they asked in the first place.
Are these twisted fuckers in you world brother?? Huh?? Are they?? I bet you had no idea that this fucking twisted shit happens at all in this wonderful country.
Your world is great and so wonderful. And the sun always shines and there is never a dead body on the side of the fucking road in your fucking world.
[Showing my middle finger at you] Your world of unicorns and elves and fairies has been deforested and paved over so that my world can put in a fucking Wal-Mart and a race track.
Have a sandwich and such the fuck up.
Reality For The win
Working Out and HR
So I am working out last night and here is the thing. During the day I do reliability testing that means I break shit expensive shit. You do not know how reliable something is until you force a failure and study the failure.
I am 235 and 42 years old.
I'm on the elliptical and I do not believe in doing things half ass.
I have the iPOD cranking out the tunes and I am on my second resistance 8 cycles
The guy next to me was just sort of moving at a slow pace. I on the other hand do not believe that
My pace should drop below 160 strides per minute. Ever!
Well he must have looked over and saw my HR at 185 cause he left and shortly an attendant came over to get my attention.
I slowed and asked hats up?
She said that she was concerned about my pace and my health.
I told that the pace she is concerned about is broken because she was interrupting me.
I told to get on the machine next to me and watch something.
She did and I cranked Ace of spades back to the beginning of the track and started my pace.
I grabbed the HR monitor and the machine calculated 174 I looked at her and she shook her head.
I winked and blew some sweat from my eye lid and began to concentrate on the HR monitor and the number began to drop
I got the number to hover at 160 and I pointed at my pace (168) which never slowed.
Then I blew on my eye again and concentrated and the monitored dropped to 157 and stayed there until the resistance dropped to 2.
My pace picked back up to 210 and my HR jumped to 163 and hovered I looked at the fresh young attendant and smiled she left and the guy.
Got back on the machine next to me.
I looked at him he looked at me we made eye contact and I mouthed "PUSSY" to him as ACDC Thunder struck started.
Black Flag White minority kicked in at the time Resistance changed to 8 and I went into full bore 174 strides and my heart jumped to 170.
I began deep breathing and concentration and the heart slowed and my pace stayed I caught the fucker looking again and I said under my breath that he should no breed because he is too stupid to pass any genes along. He said what and I laughed and leaned forward.
3 miles in 35 minutes. Not bad for an old fucking fart like me???
I am trying to find a way to post my play list from my iPOD.
I am 235 and 42 years old.
I'm on the elliptical and I do not believe in doing things half ass.
I have the iPOD cranking out the tunes and I am on my second resistance 8 cycles
The guy next to me was just sort of moving at a slow pace. I on the other hand do not believe that
My pace should drop below 160 strides per minute. Ever!
Well he must have looked over and saw my HR at 185 cause he left and shortly an attendant came over to get my attention.
I slowed and asked hats up?
She said that she was concerned about my pace and my health.
I told that the pace she is concerned about is broken because she was interrupting me.
I told to get on the machine next to me and watch something.
She did and I cranked Ace of spades back to the beginning of the track and started my pace.
I grabbed the HR monitor and the machine calculated 174 I looked at her and she shook her head.
I winked and blew some sweat from my eye lid and began to concentrate on the HR monitor and the number began to drop
I got the number to hover at 160 and I pointed at my pace (168) which never slowed.
Then I blew on my eye again and concentrated and the monitored dropped to 157 and stayed there until the resistance dropped to 2.
My pace picked back up to 210 and my HR jumped to 163 and hovered I looked at the fresh young attendant and smiled she left and the guy.
Got back on the machine next to me.
I looked at him he looked at me we made eye contact and I mouthed "PUSSY" to him as ACDC Thunder struck started.
Black Flag White minority kicked in at the time Resistance changed to 8 and I went into full bore 174 strides and my heart jumped to 170.
I began deep breathing and concentration and the heart slowed and my pace stayed I caught the fucker looking again and I said under my breath that he should no breed because he is too stupid to pass any genes along. He said what and I laughed and leaned forward.
3 miles in 35 minutes. Not bad for an old fucking fart like me???
I am trying to find a way to post my play list from my iPOD.
I hate Mondays
I hate Mondays.
I was just having a bad Monday.
Money troubles, this weekend I had some of those “Let’s fuck with the umpire cock suckers.”
I had some Starbucks zombie try to talk on the cell phone while trying to navigate a behemoth of a urban assault vehicle, all while trying to bend the laws of physics. The dumb twit tried to occupy the same location as me in the universe at the same time.
I was passed on some training that I felt I should have been given but was not because my supervisor does not think that hourly employees are of any use or benefit.
I was just in one of those “FUCK!!, FUCKING!!!, FUCK!@!!!” moods.
I decided to go to a “Ross Dress for less” store to cheer myself up.
Why Ross?? I like the smell of the fabrics, to see what’s on sale and stuff. Also they have my picture behind the counter at ‘Vicky’s’ (Victoria’s secret). Seriously, I know because I was forced to let them take it and I made them let me autograph it.
Any ways I am in the parking lot and I see front row parking, so I slam the Ranger into the parking spot and jump out.
As I get out I see a fairly decent looking older woman and she honks at me, I wave, smile and turn to go in the store.
While I am in the back of the store touching the bras and panties, this lady starts bitching about some driving and parking spots and some other bullshit. I turn and yell’ “What?? Oh Yeah? Fuck you. You fucking cunt!”
She stops mid sentence and looks like I slapped her. Everybody in the store looks at us. So I say, “Oh I am sorry that was wrong. Let us try that again. Here, you start with being a rude fucking bitch.” Pause , “ and I will tell you how to lick my balls.” I laugh and I turn to leave before the manager comes to take my picture. Because the bras and panties are in a great location, sort of tucked in the back behind some tall racks of cotton summer dresses, and I would like to come back later next week.
I was just having a bad Monday.
Money troubles, this weekend I had some of those “Let’s fuck with the umpire cock suckers.”
I had some Starbucks zombie try to talk on the cell phone while trying to navigate a behemoth of a urban assault vehicle, all while trying to bend the laws of physics. The dumb twit tried to occupy the same location as me in the universe at the same time.
I was passed on some training that I felt I should have been given but was not because my supervisor does not think that hourly employees are of any use or benefit.
I was just in one of those “FUCK!!, FUCKING!!!, FUCK!@!!!” moods.
I decided to go to a “Ross Dress for less” store to cheer myself up.
Why Ross?? I like the smell of the fabrics, to see what’s on sale and stuff. Also they have my picture behind the counter at ‘Vicky’s’ (Victoria’s secret). Seriously, I know because I was forced to let them take it and I made them let me autograph it.
Any ways I am in the parking lot and I see front row parking, so I slam the Ranger into the parking spot and jump out.
As I get out I see a fairly decent looking older woman and she honks at me, I wave, smile and turn to go in the store.
While I am in the back of the store touching the bras and panties, this lady starts bitching about some driving and parking spots and some other bullshit. I turn and yell’ “What?? Oh Yeah? Fuck you. You fucking cunt!”
She stops mid sentence and looks like I slapped her. Everybody in the store looks at us. So I say, “Oh I am sorry that was wrong. Let us try that again. Here, you start with being a rude fucking bitch.” Pause , “ and I will tell you how to lick my balls.” I laugh and I turn to leave before the manager comes to take my picture. Because the bras and panties are in a great location, sort of tucked in the back behind some tall racks of cotton summer dresses, and I would like to come back later next week.
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