My Speech To The Class Of 2013

Hello Class of 2013. As I look out on your young and beautiful faces I see hope, I see promise, and I see the future. I also see panic, fright and I see utter despair and failure. 

For today you all enter into the last chapter of your lives. Because tomorrow you will no longer be high school students, you are ALL going to be adults. You are entering into the world as fresh meat for the world to consume. And I say this with genuine admiration and prayer for you all. Because I have been in your very seat and now I have been into the grinder and I know what you all face and I admire the naiveté with which you all have, as you plunge into this great journey. And I pray for each and every one of your souls, because soon you will be faced with decisions that will compromise your innocence, morals and ethics. You will eat or be eaten. You will destroy and rebuild. You will die and be reborn.

And unfortunately no matter your choice you will shed some of your youth, you will make connections and loose connections. You are going to break your hymen of childhood on the jagged, rough edges of adulthood.

Every once in a while I think back...I think about how it seemed so difficult at the time. But then again, youth built on drama, youth is fueled by tragic moments that when strung together will be the sum of your lives.

I am now 48 plus some days and over 200 pounds and every morning I get up and puke and then on my "kill or be killed" commute to a pathetic foot race with corporate whore mongers, pirates and thieves, I think back to my youth. And I think ‘man that was difficult’, trying to figure out if my mother was going to be with a drunkard or a boxer or fucking worse yet, a drunk angry boxer. And I think this fucking rat race I am in is SOOOOO much easier. I know the rules I know the boundaries and I know that as long as I do not talk too much no one knows what a fucking mess I am.

I fucking hated those times that you are all in right now and am so glad I am beyond that, and then fucktards with some weird ass hair up their ass seems that they want to re-capture those times by trying to contact me. Why?

We were stupid, we knew nothing of how the world worked or existed beyond our poor pathetic sociopathic world. We talked about how we were cool and everyone was not because they were not individuals. We were the future and we were going to make a difference. We looked down on those that looked down on us, and for what? The same reasons they looked down on us. 

And don't start me on the whole kum-bi-ya, group hippy love hug shit, that we all accepted those not like us and embraced those that were different like us. Yeah fucking right! We had cliques and we defended those cliques with fury, hatred and broken bottles. We were just as guilty of snobbery as our educators and protectors. We did, on a smaller scale, the same evil shit that we said we were rallying against. We learned from masters of evil and deception. We copied them but disguised it in youth exuberance. How fucking ignorant were we?

I look back at those times with venom, hatred, uneasiness, and a mounting debt of therapy bills and a hand full of prescribed medications. Yeah I remember everyone single one of them and Jesus H Christ why do they all want to make me touch those things again? Why do they all want to touch those things again?

We were all outcasts but so was everyone else our age and so IS every one of you! We hid in their group and peer structure just as you do. We were rude and cold to everyone that was new that showed up. We were dickheads and twats to the world. We walked around spouting the world owed us and [raising voice] you want to know what? [full on top of lungs yell] the world don’t owe us shit!

And my karma is destroyed by my decisions just as every single one of my generation.

You are not special, you did not earn a single trophy that is in your room right now. You have been coddled, swaddled, and protected from what you are all about to endure.

Life!

Yep, that’s fucking right life is going to eat your mutherfucking lunch if you think you are going to make this world a better place. The world does not want to a better place. The world likes it just the way it is. Cheaters will always win. Liars will always prosper and the thieves will pocket everything you have.

Congratulations class of 2013 you are now in the race and you are not even aware the that there is a pack of wolves already closing in.

[Middle finger] Good fucking luck! And don’t get in my way or I will bite your neck and claw your back to get what is mine.

You Are All Doomed!

Go eat a sandwich

There are evil men among us.

That’s right we have evil men here right here this very moment. They are here to question my authority.

Question my sincerity. They all ask themselves, ‘why does he get to say the things he says?’’

Tell them, ‘Because he wants to!’

That’s right bitches I want to, I do the bible research, I chose to go out and open my life and my heart in front of God and everyone.

Now you may not like some of what I have to say.

And some may not like any of what I have to say.

But damn it I have it to say!

I want to say it!

And I will not hold back because some hypersensitive Pee See whiner is going to complain.

We have been driven into a position of caring too much about how something is being said instead of what is being said.

Some things can not be prettied up. They are ugly, offensive, and not nice.

But they are the truths none the less.

If you do not like what is being said then do not listen. Make an argument against what is said. But DO NOT THINK THAT YOU CAN SHUT ME UP WITH A, “My feelings are hurt by what you said.”

Do you think that anybody cared about my feelings when my step father beat me.

Do you think that my mother mad him stop when he was caught with his pants down?

Do you think anybody cared when I ran away.

Where were the fucking whiners when the pot growing hippy in the commune started to do the same things my step father did? I DO NOT THINK THAT WAS WHAT WAS MEANT WHEN THEY TALK ABOUT THE DECADE OF FUCKING LOVE!

And where was the caring and sharing love we all must have when that fat fucker in San Francisco said he had a place for me, and turned out to be a place for those that chose to walk the street for him. Yeah the only fuckers that cared about the feelings of a 14year old boy were the salesman too fucking weak to admit they were gay and hated themselves for it too. The only feelings they wanted to take care of, was to create my own self loathing and beat me for their own fucking weakness.

Fuck them all and fuck you all with your whiner fucking ‘oh poor me and my sensibilities.’ You do not like what is said move the fuck on and fuck yourself while you’re at it!

I have learned long ago. They will not change the rules for you. They will change them for themselves. But they do not care about you. These whiners, these censors, these pussies, they do not care about my anger, they do not care about why I am angry, they only care about themselves and how they fucking feel.

If your fucking feelings are hurt and you have the right to bitch then I have the right to say what I want. You have the ability to move on. You have the ability to change how you feel. I fucking did.

So your feelings are hurt.

What about my childhood. My childhood hurts you gonna fix that?? Yeah I fucking thought so.

You know what? You all with your ‘everybody needs to be included and nobody should be offended’ attitude is way outta control. You want to muzzle my feelings and suppress my hurt for the good of yourself?

FUCK YOU!!

Come get some bitch. I will show you how to make your bones. And get even with your step father at the same time.

I will look into your pussy eyes and see you hurt and I promise it will not be nearly the same as mine every god damn day.

Every god damn fucking day.

Every fucking day the alarm clock wakes me up and the pain of my life comes crashing in on me. The thought that today I have to get up and chase that goddamn dollar again and there are literally hundreds of thousands of fuckwads that want to separate me from my money.

I get no reward from turning my life around.

I get no relief from the pain and guilt of my life.

I get no break from the race I am in.

I get e-mails from fucking whinny ass strangers who say that I can not say what I have to say.

You know what? You do what I have done in my life and say that you can tell me that.

You suck for a buck and then see how normal your fucking rants are.

You find a way out of the hell you are in at 15 with no fucking tools and make it to where I am today and then tell me what to fucking say and what to fucking do.

I may not be any place that is all that great but compared to where I was and what I have done with the shit that was handed to me I have done pretty fucking good for myself

You do what I have done start to finish and then you can even think that you can talk to me.

Cause right now you are just fucking noise.

Buzz buzz buzz. What an annoying fucking sound and what annoying fucking sound you make when you want to talk about somebody else to me. Fuck off

Fuck off

Eat shit and fucking die you god damn whiny little school girl.

Go make your bones, go make a life outta shit go fuck off.

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

Seven Deadly Sins: Pride By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

Seven Deadly Sins: Pride
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

Mar 7:22
adultery, greed, evil, deceit, debauchery, envy, slander, pride, and folly.

Today we talk about Pride.


In almost every list Pride is considered the original and most serious of the seven deadly
Sins.

Did you know that the demon for pride is Lucifer? It was Lucifer’s pride that bested him and made god angry and cast Lucifer from heaven and transformed him into Satan.
Great classical plays and stories are about pride and how pride can destroy everything that made that person proud.
God hates evil and he hates pride.
When I was young I loved this woman very much. I would do anything for her but tell her that I loved her. Because she would no longer want to see me if I told her I loved her. That was her thing. She did it to all of my friends. She would boast about how beautiful she was an how she could get any man to fall in love with her and her beauty.

Pro 6:15 Therefore, his disaster will come suddenly;
in an instant he will be broken, and there will be no remedy.

We dated for quite a while and she would ask me if I loved her and I would get silent and I would appear to think on this.
Inside my heart and in my mind there was a fever for her and we wanted to scream to the heavens and to every stranger that we indeed loved her with every fiber of our existence.
And then I would look her in the eye and lie like a car salesman. No I do not love you yet but I do really like you and I really enjoy spending time with you. why do you love me?"
To which she would reply, "do not be silly for I am too pretty to love just you. I will marry a rich man and love him."

Pro 6:16 There are six things that the Lord hates, even seven things that are an abomination to him:

Pro 6:17 haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,

Now although my lie was a lie it was a small lie and I do not think that the good lord is going to let me beat up evil and save souls and then bar-b-que my feet.
But I know the lord was mad at her.



Pro 8:13
The fear of the Lord is to hate evil; I hate arrogant pride and the evil way and perverse utterances.

One day while in her arms I whispered very very softly that I loved her. The volume of my whisper was not even audible to my ears but I know she heard me. She began to make ridiculous demands of me. She made me forget my friends. She made me spend all of my money. She made me insane.
I began to drink from the guilt I carried for the leaving of my friends. Some of them really needed me but I forego them to make her happy. My guilt was a yoke of many men who had loved her. I felt I had lost all of myself in that one whispered statement. I had mortgaged everything that was me for her smile.
She never asked me if I loved her. She never asked me to do anything I did for her. She told me I loved her and I did no argue. She told me to leave my friends. She told me I drank too much and she told me to stop calling.
I did as I was told because I was in love and I had to believe that she would come around and love me too.
I drank more and more.
I walked the city streets in a tunnel vision haze of liquor and heart break.
I gave up showering because I thought she might call while I was in the shower.
She would see me on the street and she would be with her new boyfriend and they would point and laugh at me. She would tell her boyfriends that I loved her and that all men loved her because she was so beautiful.

Psa 59:12
They speak sinful words. So let them be trapped by their own pride and by the curses and lies they speak!

Well one day a few things happened that cause me to wake up.
One was a friend coming by and smacking me around until I saw the errors of my ways.
I dried out.
I sobered up and I fell out of love with the bitch.
I quickly began to hate the evil, twisted, tragic fucking cunt that had eaten my heart and vomited my love onto my feet.
I hated myself for the memory I carried in my heart and burned on my brain
I was now on a crusade to bring the fat fucking cow down. I began calling at all hours of the night. I would make calls and when a man answered I would tell him what an evil witch she was and they would laugh at me.
I got angrier and I began to follow the male suitors home after they had a date with her.
I would catch them on the steps of their apartments and I would come up behind them and grab them. I could smell her on their clothes and in their hair. I could see her lipstick on their flesh and I would become enraged to the point of berserk and I would beat them to an inch of their lives. The beating came so swift and fierce they did not even have a chance to see my face.
But she would tend their wounds and play nurse maid for the ones I broke bones. At least until they said the three words and then she would leave them in the dark on the couch or in the bed with no more than a "see you later baby".
She was evil and I was a man possessed by evil love slash hate.

Isa 13:11
I will punish the world for its evil, and wicked people for their sin. I will put an end to the pride of the insolent, I will bring down the arrogance of tyrants.

One morning I awoke and I no longer wanted to go out and hunt. I no longer wanted to find out who she was dating. I was over her. Three long years of this and I was awake. I was free of her spell, of her evil control.

Rom 12:16
Live in harmony with one another; do not be haughty but associate with the lowly. Do not be conceited.

I began to get my life together. I began to see the light and one day while getting my ass beat by some crooked cops, god spoke to me and I found my calling and I became the person before you today.
But her, well the other day I was asked to help a member move out of a trailer park. We had about got all of the furniture moved out when I heard some yelling from the mobile home across the way.
The church member I was helping said that there was a troubled and dysfunctional couple in there and that they fought all hours of the day.
They raised reptiles for support and they were always drunk on cheap wine. And that they had been friends until I brought him to the lord.
We began to move boxes into the trailer when the door on the trailer busted open and the woman fell out. She was a mess, hair all scraggly and fat bulging out of the top of her too tight pants. She jiggled where one hopes to never jiggle.
The door burst open again and out came a very masculine woman.
“And do not ever come back again we are done. You hear me we are done. I am tired of hearing how beautiful you are and how every man wants to be with you. Where are they? “I see nothing! Hey there is a preacher you want to try and get him to fall in love.”
“No baby I love you please do not throw me out like this. I do not know what I will do without you.”
“The men mean nothing to me they are there to support us. I tell you I want nothing to do with them.”
Yes you guessed it the girl begging was the bitch that chewed me up.
The girl in the mud looked at me and she smiled. She did not even recognize me in amongst all of the other poor souls that she swallowed.
She stood and brushed off the mud. She stepped towards the door of the house and the woman charged down the stairs and slapped her to the ground. "I told you, you were done here I want you gone." And the she began to kick her while she huddled on the ground weeping in the fetal position.

Mal 4:2
But for you who respect my name, the sun of vindication will rise with healing wings, and you will skip about like calves released from the stall.

“You must stop” I yelled. And I picked up my blood stained, well worn, and tattered bible.
The church member I was assisting sat on the tail of the trailer and opened a beer.
“Wait here” I said.
I strode across the street towards the altercation.
She looked up and told me to mind my own business.
“But ma'am this is my business you are hurting another human being.”
“No I am telling my ex to leave but she will not.” And she kicked her again.
My ex-love began to weep and wail.
I stepped in between and helped her to her feet.
“You know father she is not special.”
“No my child we are all special and you are treading on a serious course to seeing the great lord himself.”
“Oh yeah is that so?”
“That is right” my old flame said, “You tell her Johnny.”
I looked at her and she looked at me and I knew at that moment she knew who I was and she knew I knew and she knew I did not love her anymore.
She just cratered. She knew I was walking away telling them both that they deserved each other.
But no I backed handed the masculine woman and slapped the bible across the old lovers face.
I told them both the story about pride and about how Lucifer was cast from heaven because of his pride and arrogance.
They repented after a couple of bible belts. They swore they would mend their ways and attend church. They have not arrived here and I hope they have arrived at another church.

Pro 11:2
When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.

Stop in the foyer for some coffee and donuts. Talk to the deacons about the upcoming summer camp for the kids and how you may be able to assist in the training and teachings of young minds.
Please go in peace and do not honk at each other.


Amen







Like A Monkey With A Handgun
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Release date: By 3 December, 2007..

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By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Release date: By 6 February, 2008..

Still Pissed Off

You all want to know what ??
I am still fucking pissed off.

If you do not like here move the fuck on.
No I am not going to give the pussies a moment on my board, on my stand, at my podium.
Henry Rollins does not. Pink does not. Dixie (traitor) Chicks do not offer a opposing view point when they decide to rant and rant and piss and moan.
Why would I let one of you whinny babies an opportunity.
Go fuck yourselves.
LOL
fuck yourselves
ROFLMAO
That is just what you need for perspective and good fucking from yourself.
Try having a couple of those against your will
and then a couple more just to survive
and then fuck yourself some more
and then have a nice day.

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Go eat a sandwich

There are evil men among us.
That’s right we have evil men here right here this very moment. They are here to question my authority. Question my sincerity. They all ask themselves, ‘why does he get to say the things he says?’’
Tell them, ‘Because he wants to!’
That’s right bitches I want to, I do the bible research, I chose to go out and open my life and my heart in front of God and everyone.
Now you may not like some of what I have to say.
And some may not like any of what I have to say.
But damn it I have it to say!
I want to say it!
And I will not hold back because some hypersensitive Pee See whiner is going to complain.
We have been driven into a position of caring too much about how something is being said instead of what is being said.
Some things can not be prettied up. They are ugly, offensive, and not nice.
But they are the truths none the less.
If you do not like what is being said then do not listen. Make an argument against what is said. But DO NOT THINK THAT YOU CAN SHUT ME UP WITH A, “My feelings are hurt by what you said.”
Do you think that anybody cared about my feelings when my step father beat me.
Do you think that my mother mad him stop when he was caught with his pants down?
Do you think anybody cared when I ran away.
Where were the fucking whiners when the pot growing hippy in the commune started to do the same things my step father did? I DO NOT THINK THAT WAS WHAT WAS MEANT WHEN THEY TALK ABOUT THE DECADE OF FUCKING LOVE!
And where was the caring and sharing love we all must have when that fat fucker in San Francisco said he had a place for me, and turned out to be a place for those that chose to walk the street for him. Yeah the only fuckers that cared about the feelings of a 14year old boy were the salesman too fucking weak to admit they were gay and hated themselves for it too. The only feelings they wanted to take care of, was to create my own self loathing and beat me for their own fucking weakness.
Fuck them all and fuck you all with your whiner fucking ‘oh poor me and my sensibilities.’ You do not like what is said move the fuck on and fuck yourself while you’re at it!
I have learned long ago. They will not change the rules for you. They will change them for themselves. But they do not care about you. These whiners, these censors, these pussies, they do not care about my anger, they do not care about why I am angry, they only care about themselves and how they fucking feel.
If your fucking feelings are hurt and you have the right to bitch then I have the right to say what I want. You have the ability to move on. You have the ability to change how you feel. I fucking did.
So your feelings are hurt.
What about my childhood. My childhood hurts you gonna fix that?? Yeah I fucking thought so.
You know what? You all with your ‘everybody needs to be included and nobody should be offended’ attitude is way outta control. You want to muzzle my feelings and suppress my hurt for the good of yourself?
FUCK YOU!!
Come get some bitch. I will show you how to make your bones. And get even with your step father at the same time.
I will look into your pussy eyes and see you hurt and I promise it will not be nearly the same as mine every god damn day.
Every god damn fucking day.
Every fucking day the alarm clock wakes me up and the pain of my life comes crashing in on me. The thought that today I have to get up and chase that goddamn dollar again and there are literally hundreds of thousands of fuckwads that want to separate me from my money.
I get no reward from turning my life around.
I get no relief from the pain and guilt of my life.
I get no break from the race I am in.
I get e-mails from fucking whinny ass strangers who say that I can not say what I have to say.
You know what? You do what I have done in my life and say that you can tell me that.
You suck for a buck and then see how normal your fucking rants are.
You find a way out of the hell you are in at 15 with no fucking tools and make it to where I am today and then tell me what to fucking say and what to fucking do.
I may not be any place that is all that great but compared to where I was and what I have done with the shit that was handed to me I have done pretty fucking good for myself
You do what I have done start to finish and then you can even think that you can talk to me.
Cause right now you are just fucking noise.
Buzz buzz buzz. What an annoying fucking sound and what annoying fucking sound you make when you want to talk about somebody else to me. Fuck off
Fuck off
Eat shit and fucking die you god damn whiny little school girl.
Go make your bones, go make a life outta shit go fuck off.
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

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Pink You Ignorant Slut!

This is total liberal celebrity crap. Let me ask you bitch what do you do for the fucking homeless?? What do you do to support the troops? What are you doing to help make the world a better place?? Yeah that is what I fucking thought! you are out to get what you can for pink and you will use what ever you can to get it! You use your celeb status to take a few fucking shots at a job that is always ridiculed by everybody. I would like to your pansy pampered ass do the job. Making the tough decisions that need to be made, I would like to see you make the decision to storm another country and disrupt their economy and then find that the old wood administration had dropped the fucking ball and you made a mistake. He admitted that there was a mistake we all know that he made the best decision based on the best data he had at the time.

What would you have done when the fuckers dropped the towers?? ' now that is not right you guys you all should stop that rough play before more people get hurt.' yeah fucking right! How about when you were given the information that some crazy person had dangerous weapons and was know to attack other countries?? 'Now Saddam you really need to find the inner child and learn to love everybody.'

Why don't you stick to making bubble gum records, and trying to look hardcore. And leave the politics to the rest of the world that really cares. You do not care, your real concern is, am I getting paid? Who is stealing from me? And when do I get to eat? when did you wake up and say 'you know what I have the cash to help out 1000+ people by donating to habitat for humanity and I will swing a hammer for a week to build a few homes.' No you meet with some people and you eat lunch and you talk shit about some people.

Now I know you worked hard to get where you are and to do the things you do and want to do. But the president asked to have the job of running the country, asked to make the toughest decisions in the country and in the worlds best interest, and we as a group said yeah go ahead. Now when the decisions are made there are the pussies that want to complain, and cash in on his job right or wrong better or worse. why don't you take your fucking pop album divide it up by the number of songs and take the "GROSS" percentage of that one song and donate that to a charity that will help the homeless, the war displaced, the hungry children of the single mothers who made bad decisions and had babies that they should have not had yet. then you and your record company can then split the remainder for the costs and royalties.....

Yeah I thought not, you fucking, greedy, bitch fucker, spit in your face, whore, duce bag, fake, wanna be human!

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P!NK - Mr. President