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|Tuesday, February 7th, 2006|
OK, so I'm pissed as shit. After the Carrs trial was over, this stupid bitch, H.G. (if that is her real name), comes out and says all this boo-hoo bullshit about her loss and all the grief and blah blah blah. First off, she's alive...what the hell is she complaining about? She ought to be pumped that she's alive and that she's got that whole house to herself now, not to mention the Playstation.
She says bullshit like, "I had no choice in what Reginald and Jonathan Carr did that night, and I wasn't given the choice to save Brad, or Aaron or Heather or Jason." YEAH RIGHT. If she had any damn sense she'd know she was lying. Ever hear of a little thing called JUSTIFICATION, H.G.? It says that if someone is raping, murdering or doing any number of other hilarious things to you, YOU ARE JUSTIFIED in using force to stop them. Oh, you didn't have any choice, huh? Yes you did. You just laid there and got all the black cock you wanted, then you let them kill all your "friends." I think you were in on it the whole time. Ashley Smith would never have anything to do with you.
I say, lock up the stupid whore, H.G. and FREE THE CARRS!
|Wednesday, September 28th, 2005|
|Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005|
OK, normally I love Ann Coulter and everything she says is Right On. Actually, I don't just think that, I want to rip her panties off and fuck her in the ass everytime I think about her...but, she made me pretty damn mad with this:http://www.townhall.com/columnists/anncoulter/ac20050317.shtml
What in the HELL? Is she trying to steal Brother Brian's THUNDER? I think maybe Brian forced her to perform oral on him or something like that because this kind of vindictiveness can only come from a discarded lover.
I mean, she's basically saying that the only reason Brian got free was because the officer was small. Not True. There could have been an army of 200 Jean-Claude Van Dams and Brian's ferocious hilarity in Times Of Action would have stomped every last one of them.
I mean, she always acts like she's a True Christian, but here she's basically saying that the only reason that God's Will is going on as planned is because one police officer happened to be short. Yeah Right. G.M.A.B.
Anyway, I'd still fuck her if she'd let me, but damn, that takes a lot of ignorance to write something so thoughtless and blatantly Un-American as the filth she wrote about the Blessed One.
|Friday, March 18th, 2005|
I went to get my hair cut today and while I was waiting I read this article that was saying that there's this priest or preacher or whatever the Catholics call them that's getting mad and raising a ruckus over Dan Brown's masterpiece The Da Vinci Code
. Basically what he's saying is that Dan Brown made stuff up. I guess it's good that this preacher is in Romania or the Vatican I think they call it, because if he were here, he'd get a nice taste of good old American ass-whuppin'. First, you don't call Dan Brown a liar...it's THAT simple. Even if he did lie that wouldn't be proof enough. But the thing is, he didn't lie. I've talked to at least 23 people that have read that book and they ALL said that it was ALL facts. He did tons of research on it and I don't think that he could sell as many books as he has if it weren't true. Also, doesn't that preacher realize that God doesn't even hang out in that part of the world anymore? God is on OUR side and I bet if you researched it enough you'd find that God fucked up all the evidence over in Europe and the Middle East just to throw them heathens off the Right Track. He screwed up their evidence so that they'd think that they knew the TRUTH, but in reality, they don't. I bet that'd be a good book for Dan Brown to write. Anyway, my point is, unless you've read the book, you couldn't possibly know what the hell you're talking about and obviously that preacher hasn't read it because DAN BROWN SPEAKS ENGLISH! Do I have to figure EVERYTHING out for stupid-ass Catholics?
Give Me A Break.
As long as there is a lower class, I am in it.
As long as there is a criminal element, I’m of it.
As long as there is a soul in prison, I am not free.
The immortal words of Eugene Victor Debs, five time candidate for President of the United States of America.
One can assume, and rightly at that, that Debs was thinking mainly about Brain Nichols when he said this. Even though Debs died in 1926, he had to know that Nichols, The Chosen One, would be coming back to the Earthly Confines one day...and that since this world is full of nothing but insanity and evil, Brother Brian would have no option other than to be caged. They killed Jesus. They killed Gandhi. They killed Martin Luther the King. And now, they're imprisoning Brother Brian in order to kill him. But, they don't know what they've got on their hands. Jesus had rules that he had to play by. So did Gandhi. So did M.L. the K.
But Nichols has no rules. THAT'S why THIS is SO BIG
. Non-violent hilarity? Yeah right. Brian Nichols knows nothing but Comedy and he knows that Comedy, in it's purest form, is nothing but God-Sent Violence. Violence by the Uncommon Man, for the Common Man. That's why nobody understands.
Also, The Purpose Driven Life
is a must-read for any of you that enjoy The Divine Comedy that is unfolding before our eyes.
GET A LOAD OF THIS: http://www.purposedrivenlife.com/absolutenm3/templates/articles.aspx?articleid=274&zoneid=17
|Thursday, March 17th, 2005|
When in the fuck hell is John Mayer gonna go back on tour? The last time I saw him was almost 6 months ago and I'm fiendin' like I don't know what.
Yesterday night at church (fried chicken night!) I accidently let it slip that I might not be able to go on the mission trip to Honduras this summer. I had already told Deacon Kilgore that I was 100% certain that I could go and pay my own way. Well, not two days ago I was talking in on my H.A.M. radio and I picked up a signal from this girl in Oregon who said she's got a sweet little operation up there and I could make some money and have free ice for as long as I was there if I went up and helped her out a bit. All she wants is a man to be around for a while when she's running off her summer batch and then she wants me to take a load down to near San Francisco because apparently the kids that go to school around there like meth a lot, but can't get the good stuff because the cops are on to them pretty good. I said I could go on and go up there right now...so I could still go to Honduras, but she said she only makes three monster batches a year...about 20 kilos each. Well, I said if the money's good and she LOOKS good that I'd come. She sent me some pictures of herself last night and I have to say, she ain't no Madonna, but she's plenty good enough looking to fuck for a couple weeks.
Anyway, my point is, once I let it slip that I might not go to Honduras, the Ladie's Auxillary bitches got all mad because they said the only reason that they planned a trip to Honduras in the first place was because I had basically begged them to and had told them that they couldn't have their picnics out by the pond by my trailer anymore if they didn't go. I guess that's true, but it was over 5 weeks ago that I told them that and I think that things can change. I told them that the Lord Works in Mysterious Ways and that if they couldn't get a hold of that they could kiss my black ass.
Anyway, I've got some good news as far as Brother Brian is concerned, but I can't say right now because I'm itchy and I need a smoke.
|Wednesday, March 16th, 2005|
Yesterday my little boy, Jesus Jr., came home from school and was crying. I asked him why he was crying and he told me he just didn't know what to think anymore. I was like, "what in the goddamn!? This kid is only like 8 or 9 or so and he's already thinking things like that!?!" I asked him what had happened and he said that his teacher, Mr. Jones, said that Brian Nichols was a no-account rapist and a murdering satanic beast. Well, I went into some sort of rage and the next thing I knew I woke up in the floor with my house trashed. I guess it made me so mad to think that kids in America are FORCED to go to school and hear LIES. First off, Brian Nichols is NOT a rapist. He made that clear when he escaped from his trial. Second, it hasn't been proven that he's a murderer....ever hear of a little thing called evidence? Where's the evidence? Third thing, I know he's a murderer, but that's the Whole POINT! He did it for reasons that most people can't even comprehend except in a totally abstract way...and I don't think many 9 year olds are thinking like that. Fourth, even if you could prove that Brian Nichols was a murderer, which you can't, the thing is, he doesn't care. And, the whole other reason that he killed those people was because of his super-keen sense of humor. People don't even get the joke and it's one of the best ones ever.
The last thing is that even if he did kill those people, he was sent by GOD. Ashley Smith said so herself.
That teacher is gonna get it.
"There's something happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?"
|Monday, March 14th, 2005|
OK, so FINALLY we're getting some support drummed up for our main man, Brian Nichols. Obviously Nichols is a True American Hero, along the lines of George Washington, Ronald Reagan, Jonathan Carr, Reginald Carr, and Ronald B. Brown. Let us not forget the fact that in his calling, Brother Brian Nichols was forced, by God, to kill other human beings in a way that is not only funny, but sad at the same time, because the work day had just begun and the people he killed didn't even get the chance to get all their pay for that day. The families left behind should surely thank Brian for getting the victims their "15 Minutes" of fame, because, let's face it, people that work in courthouses aren't gonna get any ink unless they get shot or they happen to be cast in a remake of To Kill a Mockingbird
I've heard some people say that Brian Nichols is a quitter because he gave up. Yeah right. Brian Nichols only gave up so that he'd lull all the authorities into a false sense of security. Now that he's back in jail, I'm sure he's gonna read The Carrs' Memoirs and get all juiced-up for round two. I mean, somebody that will go to such extremes just so he won't be a convicted rapist will do just about ANYTHING in the name of hilarity. If you don't know what I mean, this is it: Brian Nichols only killed those people and escaped because his "mamma" told him, right before she moved back to Tanzania, "Boy, don't you eva, eva get caught for a-rapin' no girl." So, in Nichols' finely-tuned mind, the only way he could not be a rapist was to kill people, thus ending his rape trial. I mean, if this isn't a air-tight defense, I don't know what is.
Man, I can't write any more because I get all emotional about Brian. I'm trying right now to see if we can get his trial moved to Wichita so he can be closer to the men that will help this thing all go full circle. I think that the Carrs/Nichols '08 ticket is gonna be the one to watch.
|Sunday, March 13th, 2005|
Good God! I can't even begin to explain how happy I am to be alive! I haven't written on this thing since the last time and it's because this is the first time I've even wanted to be alive in about 6 months. The reason I'm so Goddamn happy is Brian Nichols. Brian Nichols, for those of you who don't know, is a man that was sent by GOD himself to cleanse the American Judicial System with a formula that is one part Peace, two parts Freedom, and three million parts Slapstick Comedy.
That is all I can say right now for I have THINGS TO DO.
|Saturday, July 10th, 2004|
Holy fucking shit! I woke up...well, not really woke up, but I guess I hit a line and came out of a fog or something about and hour ago and looked out my window and see a fucking cop car next to my trailer. I was fucking scared as shit because I'm all lit up and there's shit all over my house that's not legal in the least. So I bust out the back window and sneak around to see what the cop is up to. Well, I finally make it up to his car and there's no cop in it. I look inside and there's beer cans everywhere and one of my pipes is sitting in the ash tray. Usually I can't remember much from the night before, but when I saw all that stuff, I had like a flashback. It was kind of like about 10 years ago I woke up with the cops at my door saying I was being arrested for raping that Wheatly girl that lives over on Wood Creek Lane. I told those cops to get the fuck out of my face because I hadn't ever fucked that dirty skank. Well, when they got me down to the station, they had a pair of her panties there and one of those fucking pigs shoved them in my face and I had a flashback of me fucking the shit out of that girl...but, she wasn't crying or nothing. She was smiling! So, I described my flashback to the cops and they let me go and they spread it all over town that that girl was a lying skank. She OD'd about a week after that...good ridance.
Anyway, as I was saying, I saw all my shit in the cop car and I had this flashback of me beating the shit out of a cop last night and then something about the trunk. So, I figured I had to get rid of that car. I got in and drove out to Murphy's Lake. Luckily, I live out in the middle of nowhere and can get that whole way without passing any houses or getting on any paved roads. I got out there and remembered that I couldn't sink the car where I wanted to because I had sunk another one there recently. So, I went a little farther down, right above where the creek runs in and sunk that motherfucker. But not before taking all my shit out and the cops' shit too. I checked the trunk and that motherfucker was in there dead...but I don't remember killing him, so my conscience is clean as far as I'm concerned. It was fucking Deputy Jenkins, anyway. I don't think anybody liked him anyway.
Praise Jesus. I don't think I could have rememebered anything from last night if He hadn't helped.
I got my tickets to go see John Mayer at the end of this summer. Hopefully Shelly's eye will be OK by then. Yesterday I shot my load on her face like she likes and I got most of it in her eye. Usually, that would just hurt a bitch, but with that crazy mutated strain of the herps I got, her whole head swelled up and she's blind as a fucking bat...but still giving head! Some bitches just like sucking pole I guess.
|Friday, July 9th, 2004|
Goddamn if I didn't spend all night huffing jet fuel and now I got a headache like a motherfucker and a fucking non-stop boner. I guess maybe I accidently snorted a Viag thinking it was Xanax or something...happens all the time.
Well, I been thinking. Why the fuck doesn't Mel Gibson cut off that commie bastard Michael Moore's head with his sword from Braveheart
? I mean, this Pinko bastard is running around saying bad things about the GOVERNMENT! I thought there were laws about that sort of thing. I mean, as George W. Bush (The PRESIDENT.) says, there needs to be limits to freedom. And by limits, I mean no fat, low rent, no account motherfuckers should be allowed to make films that have anything like the trash that's in Moore's new film. I mean, I haven't even seen it and I hate it. What gets me the most is all these hippie liberal douches that think Moore's a God or something. Let me tell you right now, Buster, if MY GOD and Michael Moore faced off, there'd been one LESS Moore on this planet.
Goddamn, Shelly just walked in and said she'd help me out with this boner. I hope she sticks a finger in my ass. She get a nacho surprise. People that huff gas all the time don't usually have clean asses. Remember it.
|Thursday, June 10th, 2004|
Here's an essay I found on the net by a man with the name of Darden Camperelli.Why Niggers Are Running RampantRemember when you were a child and you had all sorts of restrictions? Go to bed at 10:00. No running with sharp objects. Don't pick your nose. No jumping on the bed, only monkeys jump on the bed, silly.
Once you got a little older it was: Say NO to DRUGS. No sex before you're married. Etc, etc, etc.
Do you remember those few times when you were a kid and you got a little freedom? Maybe it was at the house of your grandmother that loved to spoil you because she realized she was such a bitch to your parents. Maybe it was in a classroom on a Friday afternoon and the teacher was feeling like she could trust her kids to talk amongst themselves and not act like 5th graders for once.
What did you do? You abused the shit out of them. You took that little bit of freedom and ran like a damn chicken with its head cut off. You ate way too much ice cream and got sick. You stayed up so late watching Benny Hill that you fell asleep in church the next day when your parents got you from grandma's house. You went in the corner to talk to your buddy about the girl over on the other side of the room with her legs uncrossed and you ended up raping her.
What about when you turned 16 and got a license to drive an automobile? You drove like a fucking maniac while sipping on a 40 oz. beer while listening to Gwar. You slipped your fingers and whatever else you were allowed to into as many (unmarried to you) girls' panties as you could while snorting cocaine.
What I'm getting at here is that freedom kills when it is unloaded onto someone that has had no freedom for a while or forever. They go crazy. They don't know how to handle themselves and they end up ruining their lives and the lives of many other innocent people.
Here's my point: Niggers are ruining their lives and the lives of innocent white folk because we let them go free. We had them for hundreds of years, chained into the shackles of slavery and they knew nothing else and were happy for it. Then along comes some crazy nigger-lover that decides he's going to ruin the world. He kills a bunch of innocent white folk (forshadowing his ultimate plan), then let's the niggers out of their cages and into society where they are allowed to do whatever the hell they please...with the blessing of the Government of the United States of America. Now they are allowed to: kill each other. Do drugs. Jump on the bed like monkeys. Act like monkeys overall. Rape the white women without being married. Smoke menthol cigarettes. Run with scissors and various other sharp objects.
They've been doing it for nigh on 145 years. They keep passing the traditions of the slave-folk onto their children, thus making them believe that they are slaves, then once they realize they aren't (which takes a while, because let's face it, niggers are dumb), they run around like damn chickens with their heads cut off. Sounds familiar doesn't it?
In conclusion, what we, as white Americans need to do is to enslave the negro once again, for their own good. We will keep them in this gratifying position for a minimum of five generations so as to remove all remembrance of freedom from the negro mind. Then the 400 Year Gradual Freedom Plan (400-YGFP) will take effect. For the first hundred years niggers will be allowed to have relatively large freedoms like: not being whipped as much. Not being killed for no reason. Etc.
Then the plan will take a major step in the direction towards equality for all of mankind...the nigs will be allowed to not have to work 18 hours a day. They will be given a two hour break period in the afternoon in which they will be forced to do what is the main freedom that we Americans defend most, the freedom to kiss the ass of whoever is in power at that particular time.
Since I will probably be dead when the third century of the 400-YGFP begins, I don't really care how the last two segments go, but they probably need to be a little less liberal than the first two or we might end up where we started.
Ain't that some crazy shit? I never thought of it like that. The Lord sure has some explaining to do when I get up to Paradise. Praise Jesus!
Free The Carrs!
|Wednesday, June 9th, 2004|
Praise God! It's been a long time since I've had time to update this thing. My wife, Ally, God rest her soul, died three weeks ago by her own hand. She'd been feeling real down in the dumps since she found out that I have two other kids than the two that are hers. I tried to help her through it by praying to the Good Lord. She just couldn't grasp the fact that The Lord works in mysterious ways. I mean, The Lord God Almighty did say "Be fruitful and multiply." Sorry if I was holding up my end of the bargain and she wasn't. The only thing I am glad for, Praise God, is that I don't have to deal with all the lawyers and shit about our divorce. Since she's dead, it's all over and I get to keep the kids (not the suicide inducers, me and Ally's).
Other than that, I've been real good about staying off the ice since I got a lot more responsibility now. I only smoke on the weekends and on days that I don't have to work. My unemployment check helps out to get my first eight ball every month, but after that I have to tap into other funds. I know The Good Lord wouldn't mind me doing the things I do so I can get some ice to feel normal by.
Oh, Lord! I almost forgot. The Greatest President to ever live died this weekend. Ronald Reagan was a good man that never did any harm to anyone. He pardoned Merle Haggard (the second best singer ever, behind my main man John Mayer) for his wrong doings. He was president during the greatest decade that ever will be...the 80's. Man, I was so lit up for all of the 80's. Back then it was just coke and PCP, so I could keep my head straight. Ice really makes me go crazy. Ronald Reagan got shot about 200 times and would just get up and laugh. And Nancy, for an older lady, hot damn!
Anyway, I just wanted to pay my respects to a true Man of God. Praise be to His name.
|Saturday, April 3rd, 2004|
Some sonofabitch parked right next to me and slammed their motherfucking door right into the side of my truck. I got a big old ding and some of the paint is gone and it was right where it's two-toned, so that shitface got two different colors. Well, I keyed the shit out of his car and slashed his tires...even got the spare. That'll teach him who to park next to. If I see that motherfucker I swear I'm gonna beat him senseless.
The Lord spoke to me last night in a dream and he said he was really pleased at the progress I've been making lately. I haven't been drinking as much as I used to, though I have started back pretty hard on the ice. He said that my prayers have been really good and that there's really no way I'm not gonna get into heaven, so I can chill out a little, but I told Him, "Lord, there's no way I'm gonna chill when it comes to you. Jesus! I don't even think you realize how much you mean to me, Jesus." The funny thing was, in my dream, Jesus came up and wanted to borrow my lighter. Well, I didn't have one! You know how in dreams weird stuff will happen (like me not having a lighter) that could never happen in real life? Well, that's what happened, because I always have a lighter. Anyway, we ended up not needing a lighter because the joint he was trying to light just started burning by itself...you know, the Lord works in mysterious ways! So, me and Jesus talked for a long time and he told me that everything was cool and to not worry about my bitch wife and all that other crap. People talk about seeing Jesus and stuff and I never really believe them, but this was REAL, man.
I really think I'm gonna go on a diet. I mean, my spirit is pretty well taken care of and my mind is as fit as ever, but I eat food that's bad for me. I was hearing about some new diet, I think it's the Athens Diet, where you either eat a whole lot of bread or none at all. If it's eat a whole lot, I'm gonna do that because I like bread more than any other food because I always turn the bread into The Body before I eat it, so it's like I'm having my own communion.
Wow, I didn't realize how much I had to say.
|Friday, April 2nd, 2004|
I hate it when people take the Lord's name in vain. I mean, He died for us and we need to respect His name no matter what. Even if He came down and kicked all our goddamn asses, I think we should all still just call him God or Jesus or whatever instead of Crappy God or whatever.
My daughter (Emily, who is six) just called me and told me that she doesn't want me to take her to a movie tonight because "she's afraid of me." What the fuck? What did I ever do to her that makes her afraid? I've NEVER been convicted of any kind of abuse or anything like that, so what is she afraid of? I'm thinking maybe she's just been listening to her devil mother and believing that The Passion of the Christ
(which I was going to take her to see for the 4th time) isn't the greatest motherfucking movie of all fucking time. I mean, if you think about it, you've got:
1. The Passion
2. Lethal Weapon 2
3. Lethal Weapon 3
4. Lethal Weapon
5. Lethal Weapon 4
If anyone thinks that my list of the top 5 movies of ALL TIME isn't right on the money, well, you can kiss my ass.
So, in light of what's been happening recently (my fucking bitch wife leaving me and filing for d-i-v-o-r-c-e), I have to (because I don't want her lawyer to find my other journal) take the time to get all my posts from my other journal and put them on this one. So, I guess I'll be going backwards and forwards from now on. The People of the Lord can read what's new and what's old as I convert them from my original journal to this new, Blessed one.
Our God Is An AWESOME God!
|Thursday, April 1st, 2004|
Hotdamn! I just recieved my first letter from Reggie. I have sent both of the boys hundreds of letters of support and encouragement, but this is the first response as of yet:
Quit fucking writing me. I don't give a shit about what you think. If you think you can get me out of here, you're dumb, but if you want to try, that's fine, just quit fucking writing me. If I was on the outside, I'd have made you rape your dog while your bitch filmed it and then make you jack off in church while watching the video. Fuck you. I'm gonna fantasize tonight about sticking my dick up your bitch's ass while I slit her throat and take a hit of my pipe that is filled with PCP. If you ever write me again, I'm gonna get my boy Adrius to come over to your house and cut your fucking balls off and make you eat them without any hot sauce or anything. Remember, I have your address you dumb fuck.
Eat a dick,
This looks very promising.
|Sunday, March 28th, 2004|
Well, my kids have finally done it. They've ruined my fucking marriage. I was talking to my friend Ally yesterday and my shit kids walked in on us fucking. So, like the little thieving bastards that they are, they told my wife, who is now gonna divorce me and take the fucking Tivo and everything.
|Friday, March 12th, 2004|
What is it about me that makes me so darn nice? I was walking out of the store yesterday and some old lady fell right in front of me as she stepped off the curb. So what did I do? I put down my MD 20/20 and helped her up, that's what. I mean, in the world we live in, I don't know of any other person that would have done such a thing.
In other news, the fucking shithead preacher at church told me he would "appreciate it if I didn't come to church drunk." Appreciate it. Can you fathom that? I mean, here I am, a deacon of 13 years, and he'd "appreciate it" if I didn't come to do my GOD GIVEN DUTIES in the NAME OF THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY drunk. Fuck that.
All praise to His name.
|Monday, March 8th, 2004|
So my wife and I went to a TheRapist yesterday and he did his job...raped any chance that we might still have together. He put the idea in her head that my "cheating" (that's what they called it) on her is not her fault and that it's the main problem in our relationship. Well, I for one wanted to sock that motherfucker in his goddamn face. If he thinks I'm gonna use $17.50 out of my unemployment check to fund his devil work again, he can just kiss my ass.
Oh yeah, praise Jesus, I almost forgot. The other day I was walking and a bird perched on my shoulder and said "Poo-tee-weet?" If I had been anything but a card-carrying saint-to-be, I wouldn't have known what he said, but that's it..."Poo-tee-weet?" Can you beat that?
Praise God and all He does through my willing hands.