THE RELIGIOUS PSYCHO KILLER;S SHIT LIST

i HAVE FINALLY got the the rhythm of the books finally ready to spend today working on One War and psycho killer. The Collection of my work.

I have been waiting for inspiration, which is a flaw I heard about the writer of Winesburg Ohio, which really is true to his inspirational moments. Bukowski drank for this, RImbaud started swilling wine at 12 after trying to join the french revolution, and getting raped all night by drunken soldiers. His perfect little life of a great education, riches and genius effected his entire life. I wrote a p0or manuscript about the poet appearing between classes.

I have been taking little battle naps on the couch. Getting up and writing and painting whenever I can. I have the life artists kind of dream of. I do nothing but art, but I got this way by having seven back surgeries' I am either in pain .

I cannot wait to start editing the footage. The dog raising the Kitten is cute as hell. I am writing a Johnny Pain script where he once more tries to teach Ruby, the loving husky to kill. I set it up like she is going to eat husky,

We took a lot of monster footage at the party and will go down to Halsted in Bous lost soo . ON Halloween, in boys town, the gayest distinct in the city, has a parade and dress up all.... we are going to film that too.

Among the projects I want to do is a site based on the different Chicago neighborhoods, and their bands, painters and poets regular folk, who are often the most trued hearted poets.


November fifth will be a big day. I am filming a band and a spoken word poetry --me amd a woman called cookie who also teacher of yoga and belly dancing; I am going to teach the elderly folk at the Peer House. I am doing it for free, because b they will the search options, and.... well, I am still putting together the class. If you have any suggestions I can use. I wrote how my family history of these monks and kings and arthur's round table. If the Hapsburgs has not changed their name to English and taken over... They only told me this when I was 30 something. I see my genes in the way that I always ready to fight for justice. Tonighton the train it was totaly filled. One guy, black and in his thirties, had his bag on a seat. I could see he was scaring everyone so I went up tpo him. Pointed at the bag and said I was going to sit there. He made no move to take his back pack off the seat, so I picked it up and tossed it is his lap. He got so so pissed, but he was was a bitch and I would have slapped him silly if he meade a fuss and I wanted him to. He barely moved to give me room, so I did the same to him, keeping my elbow in his ribs.... M. moved to the other side of the train, thinking there was going to be a a fight.

Man, I have confronted so many gang bangers in my life. Once some kids knocked me off my bike with a pipe and I kicked their ass something good, and tortured one until he told me where they stashed my back by practically braking his arm. I also made mim find a lens he knocked off, pushing him down on his knees. I had already kicked the others ass easily so they stood back///

Then walked up a tattooed, prison seasoned gang banger who was packing. he told the kids to give me back MY bike; they did, and I left. The tough guy stopped a few blocks away and sat there feeling the serotonin and my hatred for violence and I started crying. An officer stopped

votes FOLKS... get Sen. Barrack Obama into the white house. I will never believe tha the Republicans did not steal this election. I will instigate all who follow me to hot the streets to take this country back. This will be Gore times One Million. We will fight them in the courts, the streets, the churches, the unions, and world wide (where Obama is wildly popular as a symbol of the States finally trying to get over the biggest mistake this experiment ever made -- slavery. As you might know, Thomas Paine is my hero. He lent his poetic and propaganda to get the revolution started, but when they went with Slavery, he turned against Washington, making hims suddenly upopulare). He died a drunken, broke man... at his funeral, only two unidentified black men were the only ones to attend. I feel like I was him in another life. Certainly I will not lend my literary talent to attack any religion, merely issues that are brought up by those religions.

Like Hitchens, I fear the Taliban could destroy life as we know it. Women's hard f0ought fight for independence, the gay movements, the artists movements, philosophical and scientific. The Muslim people are known are the last people who would destroy history. They damned well invented science, and math, and etc...

I want you to know, once again, that I am attacking the lack of liberty in your press. I write a blog called http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com that explains how my philosophy, military intelligence, classes on cults and brain washing and History all come together when Christ returns. He is is disgusted with Machiavellian politics, neo cons pot laws, and the religions that turn people away from salvation based on homophobia, drug use, etc...

No one is beyond salvation. I learned this in AA when I quit drinking after trying and trying and failing and ending up in hospitals... Talking out all my problems with my peers for almost twenty years taught me as much as the cab and school and mother and dad and teachers and lovers past and present...


I also got a commissioned painting set up a the party. The mom was at the party, and she was very cute in a lady bug costume.

M. looked really hot too. I got her tjos sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssrrrrr9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The Velvet Room

I have been so obsessed with my enraged side after reading about the upcoming election, that I have failed to write some of the positive side of the Chicago.

Last weekend we went to the near south side, to the Velvet Room; our purpose was to film a belly dancer for our show, but the evening turned into a lot more. The band was transcendent. Jazz played light and smooth, with a lot of different types of drumming, saxes, guitars... They call themselves The Magic Carpet Ride, and you understand when you hear how far from the world they take your mind.

We met a woman down there named Cookie, who lived in LA for years and worked on some cbs shows. She also teaches yoga and belly dancing and acting. Very hot, late fifties maybe early sixties black woman with the body of a dancer. We agreed that I would come down to her show on November fifth and video tape the show, as well as read one of my poems for the show. We will probably highlight the best few minutes for most, and then offer the entire cd for the very interested.

So, there is your chance to kill me. The velvet lounge, somewhere along the lines of 700 east 22nd, just down from China Town.

No, it should be fun. At the last show, they had free ethiopian food of all varaities.

I should also add that the atmosphere, from shaking the hand of the elderly jazz man who runs to club, to chatting to the musicians about how much talent was going to waste in Chicago, to meeting Cookie (who took us in as family).... this is a real jazz club in the old tradition.

What else? Well, I have been slowly working on my books. Google has put up the first twenty pages of One War, which is cool, since it is basically finished, though I did add a better addition tonight of One War. The tough part is the religious psycho killers shit list, which has an addition five hundred and some pages. The collection is basically done....

Oh, well... please keep trying to fuck with the shit heads, and nurture the seeds that you know are sane enough to sprout something worthy of the SON.

the bravest folk in the world; the greatest journalism you will read this year...

I took this blog post from an excellent site, which has independent chinese bloggers writing. You will be so blown away by what these guys went through to get these stories -- they were beaten, and still refused to leave a secret prison where petitioners were being kept. They kept going back until they got her out. If this story does not inspire you to hit the streets and take some of the wealth back from the elite, as well as our shrinking human rights, then you are an enemy to my way of thinking (passively letting the black helicopters take your neighbors away is the american way... look at how we ignored what the Nazi's were doing to the jews... and remember they were being persecuted here quite a bit as well at the time; our high moral stance about helping the Jews is deserved, but came way too late.

I was encouraged to hear Obama say that he at least wants to send some troops into Darfur, even if we stretched too thin by the Iraq war.






China: Co-operation 2.0 on Beijing’s Black Jails
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In cooperation with citizen reporter Zhou Shuguang (Zola) and other two journalists Chen Er (Doubleaf) and Guo Jiannong, Xu Zhiyong, who firstly blogged Beijing’s black jails in the end of September, went to visit one of the unlawful prisons again on Monday, attacked by a group of thugs who were allegedly hired by the authorities.
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With the abolition of custody and repatriation (C&R) system in 2003, it seems the Chinese petitioners no longer have to worry about being detained as illegal residents when they leave for a strange city to petition a higher governmental institution. However, according to blogger Xu Zhiyong, a young professor of law and strong advocate for human rights, those supplicants are actually still being intercepted by the local officials from the way to the State Bureau for Letters and Calls, the Supreme People’s Court or other departments, and forcedly taken to some makeshift house of detention, being lock up without any legal process. As the places which confined the petitioners are always hidden among the ordinary buildings, people call them “Black Jails”.

In cooperation with citizen reporter Zhou Shuguang (Zola) and other two journalists Chen Er (Doubleaf) and Guo Jiannong, Xu Zhiyong, who firstly blogged Beijing’s black jails in the end of September, went to visit one of the unlawful prisons again on Monday, attacked by a group of thugs who were allegedly hired by the authorities.

Xu introduced the background of the operation in his blog:

昨天接到一个短信，“我是河南马喜荣现在关在北京市虎坊路青年宾馆后院黑监狱里你能解救这里的二十多个人吗紧急求救”。我因为当时在上课，这两天又特别忙，就答应今天去。上午十一点多最后一次发短信确认她还在里面，决定下午四点过去。

和周曙光约好，四点在青年宾馆见面，他还约了另外两个媒体的朋友。四点一刻，我们三个来到黑监狱门口，周曙光在远处拍摄。马喜荣来到窗口要求出来，看守不让出，一边和当地驻京办联系。我们在窗外和她聊天，她说是走在王府井大街上被警察盘问，查出了上访材料被带到派出所，然后被关押到这里。越来越多的上访者聚集到窗前，这时马喜荣被看守推到里面，听到她对看守大声说，我是一个合法公民，你是什么身份，凭什么阻拦我在这里？
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Yesterday I received an SMS, “This is Henan’s Ma Xirong, being confined with more than twenty people in the black jail behind the Youth Hotel on the Beijing Hufang road. Can you save us? Emergency!”. Because I was at class and tied up with my work at that moment, I promised to go there today. After the last SMS contact at about 11:00 am, making sure Ma was still there, I decided to start off at 4:00 pm.
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I arranged with Zhou Shuguang and his two journalist friends to meet at the Youth Hotel. Three of us reached the door of black jail at 4:15 pm, leaving Zhou to shoot videos from a safe distance. Ma Xirong came to the window and asked to let her out, but the guard rejected her request while calling the Beijing Office of Henan Province. So she talked with us through the window, saying that she was questioned by the police while walking in Wangfujing Street. After finding her petition materials, the police arrested her and then locked her up in this place. When more and more petitioners assembled at the window, Ma Xirong was forced into the inner room by the guard and I could still hear she shouted, “I am a citizen. Who are you to stop me here?”
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Doubleaf, a well-known blogger in China, from his unique angle promptly blogged the situation at that time :

许志永和郭建龙在黑监狱门口

Xu Zhiyong and Guo Jianlong at the gate of black jail

黑监狱所在巷子

The alley where the black jail is located

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黑监狱实际上是一所名叫“温馨青年宾馆”的旅社，在天坛西面、陶然亭附近太平街一条很逼仄的巷子内，往来的人很少，只能容一辆车经过的地上积了许多落叶。从外面看，这座破旧的建筑和黑监狱没什么关系，但这里却关押了20多名被非法拘禁的访民，都是河南人。这座宾馆实际也是河南信访办租来，专门关押访民的地方。

到了黑监狱门口后，郭建龙和许志永二人负责与里面沟通，我在边上察看动静。经过一番口舌后，我们想要的人终于出来，与我们隔着一扇防盗门进行了简短的对话。我们今天要的人是一名五十多岁的妇女，据说还没有来得及上访就被关了进来。

后来，又有一位自称是家属、实际是截访人员的男子来到黑监狱门口敲门，但由于我们在的缘故，里面的人并没有立即给他开门。我们又与此人聊了一会，得知了一些情况。

该男子等了20多分钟才进去，我们后来又与要找的人进行了简单的对话，我不停听到她说“不就是说几句话嘛”，可以推断当时里面的人极力阻止我们的对话。

在此过程中，巷子的拐弯处、以及另外一头有3、4个彪形大汉远远张望，许志永说这就是黑监狱的打手。其中一名打手还抱着孩子经过。听zuola说，该打手称要“抱着孩子过来踹他们几脚”。然后，我们又与一名隔窗的女访民说了几句话，她自称是“自愿”到这里的。

就这样过了一个多小时，大概5点20左右，一辆牌号为京MG8490的面包车开进巷子，下来3、4个大汉，骂骂咧咧的揪住郭建龙问是干嘛的。郭说接人，一名大汉很不耐烦的说“接谁接谁”。没几句话之后，几名大汉开始动手打人，我们赶紧叫几十米外的zuola跑。这时，开始监视我们的打手也陆续过来了，一共在6、7人左右。开始在巷子另外一头监视我们的操北京口音的胖子打许志永最狠，一边打还一边骂脏话，说“你丫不是律师嘛”。也许是因为刚来的时候主要是郭建龙和许志永与他们沟通、我基本不说话的缘故，他们没有打我，而我也有点吓蒙了，既没有逃跑，也没有动手反击，做了可耻的看客，连暴喝一声“住手”的勇气也没有。

这帮打手边打边骂，还很嚣张的说，边上就是派出所，去报警啊。大约打了5分钟后，他们终于住手了，但我们并没有离开。这个时候，一名打手指着我说，他也是一起的。但是边上的几位打手并没有动手打我。

整个过程中，许志永和郭建龙没有进行任何的还手。

坚持了一会，大约17：45左右，我们要找的人终于在她家乡信访办官员的陪同下出来了。我赶紧和许志永、郭建龙一起往外走。在走到巷子拐弯处的时候，另外一名打人最狠的打手又冲出来，叫嚷着要开车把许志永撞死。许志永站在路中没动，我于是赶紧拉起他说人已经救出来了，我们快走吧。许志永对这帮打手说：我们还会再来的。
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The black jail is actually a hostel named “Cozy Youth Hotel”, west to the Temple of Heaven, in a small alley on Taiping Street near Taoranting Park, where very few people pass by. The path fully covered by fallen leaves is so narrow that only one car can fit in. Looked from the outside, this dilapidated building has nothing to relate to the black jails, although more than 20 petitioners, all from Henan, are illegally imprisoned here. In fact, the hostel is rented by the Office for Letters and Calls of Henan Province, used especially to lock up the petitioners.
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At the door of black jail, Guo Jianlong and Xu Zhiyong were responsible for communicating to the people inside while I was watching the outside circumstances. After a lengthy dispute, the person we wanted to meet finally came out, briefly talking with us behind a closed security door. The one we tried to save was a woman in her fifties, who was allegedly detained before getting a chance to petition.
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Subsequently, an interception officer who pretended as a petitioner’s relative came to knock at the black jail’s door, but the guard inside didn’t let him in immediately because of our visit. We talked with him for a while, learning some information.
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The man didn’t get in until 20 minutes later. Then we again had a short conversation with the person we wanted. I heard she was incessantly saying, “We are just talking”, which was assumed that someone inside was attempting to stop our dialog.
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In the meantime, 3 or 4 strappers stared at us from the corner and the other side of the alley. Xu Zhiyong indicated they were the black jail’s thugs, one of which even passed us with a kid in his arms. According to Zola, that man had planned “holding the kid to kick them”. After that, we had a word with another female petitioner who professed to come here of “her own volition” through the window.
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About one hour later, nearly 5:20 pm, a mini-bus with the license of “京 MG8490” drove into the alley, from which got off 3 or 4 big men. They abusively seized Guo Jianlong, asking why he was there. “To receive someone,” Guo replied. “Whom?! Whom?!” one of them impatiently shouted. Without surplus words, the big men started hitting us. We hastened to ask Zola staying tens of meters out run away. At the time, the thugs who watched us from the beginning came up one by one, about 6 or 7 in all. A fat guy of Beijing accent beat Xu Zhiyong the most brutally, while swearing, “You are the f*** lawyer, right?!” Maybe because it’s mainly Guo Jianlong and Xu Zhiyong that negotiated with them just now and I almost kept silent, they didn’t punch me. Even though, I was still a little scared. Without running off or fighting back, I acted as a shameful onlooker. I even got no courage to yell “stoppage”.
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“Go to the police station. It’s very close,” those thugs provocatively said, while hitting and cursing. About 5 minutes later, they stopped, but we didn’t leave. “He is one of them,” one of the thugs pointed at me, though no one lifted hands against my face.
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During the entire process, Xu Zhiyong and Guo Jianlong didn’t strike back in any way.
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Around 17:45, the woman we expected finally came out of the jail, accompanied with the officer from the Office for Letters and Calls of her hometown. So Xu Yongzhi, Guo Jianlong and I quickly moved out of the alley. As we arrived at the corner, another brutal thug rushed into the way, threatening to bump Xu to death by car. Since Xu continued standing on the way, I hurried to draw him aside, saying, “The person has been saved. Let’s get out of here.” Xu Zhiyong then said to the thugs: “We will be back. “
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Zola gave an outline of the whole thing and had more materials in his blog:

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10月13号，我中午在twitter上发消息，找人一起去看黑监狱，doubleaf正好休假，21世纪经济报道的郭建龙正好也有空，于是约了四点在青年宾馆见面。见面后分工是，我在路口把风并记录，他们三个人去门口要人。

我于是在下图的B点的北京市六十二中学的门口远远地看着A点，他们三个人在A点交涉要人。

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At noon of October 13，I published information in twitter, seeking for people who wanted to go to the black jail together. Doubleaf was on vacation and Guo Jianlong working at the Economy Report of 21 Century was also free, so we decided to meet before Youth Hotel at 4:00 pm. The plan was I watched and recorded at the intersection while the other three men went to the door to ask for the petitioner.
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The following map shows our positions that I watch A where the other three men negotiate with the guards to ask for the petitioner from B where the gate of Beijing No. 62 High School is located.

从http://log.zuo.la/ 可以看到我的零碎记录，我们约是四点半开始，五点半结束。一个小时里，黑监狱的看守没有采取行动，到五点二十左右，京M G8790 的小面包车进来，下来四五个人，开始打人。打人的录音在这里，是郭建龙和许志永以挨打为代价换来的现场录音。欢迎下载收听.
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You may check my short records from http://log.zuo.la/. We started at about 4:00 pm and finished at 5:30 pm. During the one-hour operation, the guards of the black jail didn’t take action until about 5:20 pm. Four or three men jumped out of a mini-bus with a number of “京MG8790”, and began to attack us. Here is the audio record which is at the great expense of Guo Jianlong and Xu Zhiyong. Welcome to download.
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下图是当时打人的情况，我只拍到几秒种，隔得太远，不清晰。

The following shot was taken when the conflict occurred. I only got a video for seconds in the distance, so it’s not clear enough.

下图是刚到黑监狱的时候，郭建龙和陈二在打电话，许志永在敲门要人。

The following picture was taken as we just reached the black jail. Guo Jianlong and Chen Er are talking on cell phones while Xu Zhiyong is knocking at the door.

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blockquote>我自拍，我的西面是六十二中学的校门，北面是许志永他们在要人，东面是青年宾馆的侧门，有几个打手在那里，我身后是南面，也有两个人站在那里，身份不明。
This is my self-shot. To my west is the gate of No. 62 High School, the north is Xu Zhiyong group, the east is the side door of the Youth Hotel, where several thugs are gathered, and to my south also stands two men, who are unidentified.

下图是朝东面拍的，三个男人里有一个是抱了小孩的，三个男人是打手，骑单车买来啤酒，喝酒后打人的那个没拍到，那个人是最凶的，还掐许志永的脖子，把许志永的衬衫钮扣都揪掉一个。

The following picture was taken from the east. The three men are thugs, one of which holds a kid. I didn’t catch the most brutal men who rode bike to buy bears and then got drunk. He ripped off a button from Xu Yongzhi’s shirt while throttled Xu’s neck.

下图的黑荚克曾对棕荚克说：“过去，踹上两脚”

In the following picture, the black jacket says to the brown jacket, “Go and kick their ass.”

下面是10月5号去黑监狱的照片，从这次打人来看，后面的京M G8790 是黑监狱的车.

The following picture was taken during the visit to black jail on October 5. According to the conflict this time, the car of “京 MG8970” behind must belong to the black jail.

Besides the four men’s admirable courage and omni-directional blogging afterwards, another stunning knockout of the black jail operation is Doubleaf and Zola’s live report on the event by Twitter, which, as Isaac Mao commented, “has showed the social media’s potential routes of transmission and power.”
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I am honored to contact such courageous souls. You are very inspiriting. To be actually attacked by thugs, and continue your journalistic work makes me proud to be alive. Your inspiration is sorely needed here in the States, where our government’s passively ignoring the needs of the poor and disenfranchised and the veterans, while catering to the greed of the top few percent who hold 90 percent of The United States wealth, has driven us to the brink of falling apart. Americans have for way too long looked to China as an enemy, rather than an inspiration. I find much of your government to be the most logical form of government, and with youth like you I am sure your problems with human rights will be worked out.

If I can ever be assistance to any of you, I am a blogger, novelist, tv writer and a film-maker, as well as a radio show host… and a military intelligence major from a famous military family; the history of my families heriocs are recorded back to the early three hundreds… I am sure that one day, your ancestors, will look on all of you with the same pride I do my own; this is one writer who will never forget the lesson of this entry.

I am placing it on my well read blogs, along with an address to this site.

Thank you again; God bless.

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Late last week, two whistle-blowers -- former National Security Agency (NSA) military intercept operators -- the people who actually listen in on phone calls -- revealed that hundreds of innocent Americans, including soldiers and humanitarian workers for the Red Cross and Doctors Without Borders, were routinely and intentionally eavesdropped on.

It's hard to think of a more insulting way to disrespect those serving our nation and the world overseas than intruding on their personal, sometimes intimate, phone calls back home.

Email Bob Schieffer, and tell him to ask the candidates about warrantless NSA spying on innocent Americans, including military personnel and international relief workers. (Clicking on this link will open up a new window in your browser.)

Anyone vying to be our next Commander in Chief should have a ready answer. The only way to stop this reckless spying is to make sure the NSA does not have unchecked spying power. That is why the ACLU is challenging the FISA Amendments Act with our Amnesty International v. McConnell lawsuit brought on behalf of an impressive array of journalists, human rights organizations and lawyers.

This misguided law -- rushed through a timid pre-election Congress -- gives the government nearly unfettered access to the international phone calls of Americans without any meaningful judicial oversight. Such unchecked and unaccountable power is an outrage and essentially authorizes mass, suspicionless, warrantless spying -- exactly what the ACLU has been fighting to undo since the Bush administration began its illegal warrantless spying program in 2005. Last week’s revelations about NSA spying on our troops and international relief workers makes painfully clear that our government has run amok, spying on innocent Americans while claiming to be spying only on suspected terrorists.

The American people deserve to know whether our next President is committed to bring out-of-control eavesdropping to an end.

Send a message to Mr. Schieffer.

The men and women serving in the military make so many sacrifices for our country. They leave home for months -- even years -- at a time. They put themselves in harm's way, and some of them never return home at all. It is unconscionable that our government has turned their most intimate phone calls into fodder for the amusement of NSA spies.

That's exactly what's happened according to the NSA whistle-blowers' reports. Tomorrow night, Bob Schieffer can ask a simple question and let the candidates tell the American public exactly how they are planning on bringing out-of-control government spying to an end.

Please send a message to Mr. Schieffer today.

The ACLU is leading the fight to stop out-of-control eavesdropping, and we will not yield until we bring this reckless spying to an end. Please stand with us today.

In defense of freedom,
Anthony D. Romero
Anthony D. Romero
Executive Director
ACLU

P.S. The debate happens tomorrow night. Help to ensure Bob Schieffer asks about this critical issue. Please pass this along to five friends, and take time to send Mr. Schieffer a message right away.

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TOMMY SMOTHERS is dangerously IGNORANT

i AM STILL PISSED about that crackle headed idiot calling people who think they can war their war to peace ignorant. Of course he was talking to me. He needs to read a little history. i LOVE BEING CALLED AN IDIOT BY PEOPLE WHO I COULD ARGUE OUT OF EXISTENCE IN A HALF AN HOUR. I Went to college for at least ten years longer than he did(AT LEAST), and studied under people in the real world, didn't sit around listening to a bunch of stoned synchophents lapping sweat off my balls and calling me a legend because the gov knocked off my show.

He was funny once. Then a genocide came along and mocked his hippie rhetoric. Boo him at all costs, and squirt him with red kool aide so he can feel a little of the metaphorical blood those peaceniks are spilling in Darfur, afganistan and pakistan as we speak. You kill the terrorists, save the peaceful. He needs to read his history, because Peace is only bought with war. If he can show me one place where the opposite happened, I will let him lick my feet (after I walk in some dog shit... he likes that taste of shit in his mouth so well, obviously).

Will The Streets Explode If Barrack Loses????

I am not sure that anyone trusts the republican's anymore on the issue of stealing elections. A lot of folk, especially the radical ones of the sorts I am now writing, will think the election was stolen if McCain wins. I won't.

I do mean this as some kind of personal threat on my part. I will be profoundly disappointed in McCain wins, and I will spend a week praying that people were changed anyways. However, others are going to start some shit. If it came down to fighting to put Barrack in power if the election was indeed stolen, then I will throw my stones as legally as possible. I will also start scheming and dreaming and using everybit of magic I can gather to exact my revenge on everyone who helped the neo cons pull off another scam.

Global warming is a republican problem. They caused it with their oil and greed. We have to stop it. We have no choice. By any means necessary. I bought a button with malcom holding a machine gun and reading just these words over his head. This is the one you see me wearing at operation push. Jessie wrote on the paper I slipped him for an autograph, Peace. I hope he is right.

I'm back and all the news is good....

First off, let me thank the almost half a million people who have come in and read my various blogs during this period off. Mostly this happened because the computer I bought was a dud. Now, we have two computers, the internet bill is paid, and so fucking much has happpened.

Okay, first off, LULU has offered to give me the premium package the usually charge 500 for in exchange for being my publishers. This is a life long deal. So now, for the first time, I will be in bookstores and on Amazon dot com and etc....

So far, I have been putting the books up on the blogs, and there has been a certain transition needed to make a book. The only demands LULU hmade on me was that I put ina bio page, and use the universal isbm number needed for sales.

I cannot wait to see the new editions, which will be out in november. I am proud of these books, and have certainly been working my ass.


During my period away from the computer, I have been oil painting, and setting up a studio with my new partner. He is a master carpenter, professional photographer, and he is not only buildihg us octagonal sets, but he has he tons of toys we can use for the characters. See, we are going to shoot like a hundred of my movies. I will do a lot of these with puppets that I am making out of art dolls. I basically come up with weird faces.... we are working on getting a computer animator to work with us eventually, but for now since we have all these toys we have to palay with them. I am talking submarines we can use in the lake, little helicopters, hundreds of robots... so many robots...


I also have mp3's of most of the peace and pipe dream shows, the internet radio program we did last year, before we all got sick of the lies of the owner. He promised to shoot all my films, let us broadcast from in front of a green screen, etc... and then he had just about enough money to put us on the air twice a week. The emphasis on weed heads brought us a lot of holywood interest.... I was honored to get criticism from Robin Williams, find out Tommy Chong was laughing along. When we had live audiences the were guffawing. Jimmy and Susanne, the highly talented folk I did the show with, want to keep the Haze family alive in films, so I will write a few of them... they have a lot of fans,.

I have also finally been decoratingour apartment. We took such a move down this tim e tha I had not even bothered to put up

I found a tiny gray kitten a few weeks ago. Little thing cried out to me, and then immediatly ran in front of a passing car. the dude slammed on his breaks. Feeling like the world was a bit too cruel for my tastes, I knelt down... and of course out runs this great looking grey kitten. I held him to my chest and he began putting like a drum... the driver was all like, I'll drive it down to the pound... where they would have cut his balls off at four weeks ( usually it is six months) and he stood a chance of getting killed. Which he would have, I later figured out,, because between being this sweet kitty who loves to be kissed, to a basically demonic force attacking everything from the leather couch to a ball of Ruby dog hair on the floor.

The most amazing part of this has Been Ruby's reaction. She immediatly began mothering the kitten. She cleaned it and and started freaking out if other dogs got close to Dash ( she just ran between the kitty and dog when dash, who is certain moods, like I said, is just attaclomg everything possible, as he deals with being filled with that pure kitten joy. Watching this husky, who basically looks like a wolf and is all teeth and cool blue eyes ( she scares the hell out of people, basically, which is part of why no one messes with M. when she is walking Runy), gently playing with the kitty, mouthing (taking paws, heads, torsos, etc... in her moth and biting just enough to hold Dash down with out hurting hims.

We recently bough a lot of cameras, since we are doing the animation in a, and I hate to make this comparison because our content will be very different... nut like Robot Chicken.

I am excited about writing the thank yous and acknowledge e ts in my books. I am trhying to make it funny,because I generally skip this shit until the end of the book, than if I really like the author, of course I am hungry for anything about them.

The Jesus aspect of my life has been on the down low, thogh on Saturdays that will chang ea bit when I join operation push. Rev. Jackson's son, the spokesperson for operation push, studied finance and i have found his explanations ot the crises with the the mortgages the most easily understood, and outraging. They speak for the the little guy there, and want a package that will save the homeowners, as wel as the damned backs. My brother lost his house because of this shit. another friend of mine worked for one of the these sleazy companies and kept teling me I could get a house, even I live a small disability and M. does social work and both of us fucked up our credit. Me with all the medical bills of course, and her with a flush of credit cards she used after losing a high paying job and refusing, at first, to face her new poverty.

I am going to operation push's first saturday service tom. after listening to his speaches over and over. You know, i studied Military Intelligence at NEIU under an ex black panther (he was actually a prominate Jewish anti war agent, who refust vioolence and what not... he was a young professor at the time. I learned about all the tricks the fbi uses.

Sure came in handy when Homeland Security basically attacked me. They took down my blog and changed some of the stories, taking out violence. They also blocked it from certain parts of the country, let alone the world.

I guess they have a right to fear me... here I am, a legitimate king of england, if not fo the german hapzburgs taking over... I will be republishing an out of print book that takes us back to like 300 hundred. I never thought this would have been important to me, but I only discovered all this shit and 32 and it has kind of given me someonething to liv up to. You will not believe how wealthy we were. We funded webminster abbey by giving the church hundreds of villanges and towns.

I drove cab for fifteen years, and just kind of studied whatever seemed like I would nee to be a good novelist --- a writer whgse fucking first book wouldn't be about some damn coming of age novel. I tried to do a video thing of Columbia's professors and if they weren't writing semi rascist coming of age novels, it was book length poem on unicorms.

Oh, well. We also have in the works a thing where we will show you all of the differenbt neighborhoods in chicago, the artists who live and work there, and well as//// well, We are are going to start going to old folks holms and recording five minute interviews too, in a differrent vein. When I interview people, I ask them to write the questions I should ask. I figure everyone has pretended to get interviewed a time or two....

I have a warm cat on my lap, but I must go down to the sas station and buy coffee, since we are out and I am staying up all night. I just kind of sleep whenever, four hour battle naps. I finished like five paintings, and deesigned qute a few more. The break form the cdomputer was kind of nice, though I apologize to those who are involved in the total waf for total peace who may feel aboned. I have been working on new strategies.

By the way, did you hear that fuck head Tommy Smothers on the emmy's saying that peoplw who thin we can war to peace are just ignorant. That crispy old fuck. When they chased his tv show off the air, he just ran off with his tail between his legs. They came after me with death threats and druggings and other shit... and I soldiered on, survived taking on the neo cons and homeland security, etc... becase my connections made with spies when i WAS going to school proved to them theat i DO NOT BELIEVE IN VIOLENCE.

protestors end up fighting cops, who are just union workers, and that is stupid. Like I say, during a just revolotuion, the police will be the first to march with you.

Did you hear about the sherrif here in cook country who is now refusing to do evictions? That man is a hero. Those fucking banks are using the sherif's like they are employees and and you can imagine how must evictions have jumped recently. One officer said that working evictions was the saddest thing he had ever to done as a cop. I am going to do all I can to help this sherrif to stay in office.

Well, I am so tired that I need coffee. In four and a half hours, I get to put on my new black suit, and this kind of weird shirt, the kind you see mexican's and charlie sheen wearing. This one is black in the back, has a black collar.... then down the two sides are strips of whit with red and black designs, going up and down in a colum in the middle of the white... the red and blke designs elude to languages and fire;. When I was at the church store when i ALWAUS SHOP when I can (The two sisters behind the counter always give me the best advice, and know my size and taste and are as sweet as honey). It is a nice hipter outfit,

Since I am going to be doing all these films, I have losing writing and working out. for me this mjeans I






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working on the books

They expect me to make little changes and additions to the book that are very timeconsuming. WHENEVE4R I COME IN here to blog I feeln like I am wasting time.

Sorry. I will have this done in a few days. I have a ton of new jesus poems to put up, which are basically revolutionary poetry.

Finally we got the cable and the internet and the phone all back. Since moving all broke this has been a slow process. The tv is my freind. I do love them. I have to remember however that this computer is where my mission lies.

Go in Justice, even if you have to fuck something up.

various waking up jesus poems

WAKING UP JESUS...

i AM...
I have returned from death to teach the ways of Total War For Total Peace!
I am God's carress and his sword ... which will you becon from the Son of God?



merlin cut himself in specks

fed himself to u

he is now inside you

seize his magic

hold on for DEAR LIFE

PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD

MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG

a blood soaked arthur is rising

there are many ways to die

and only ONETO LIVE


just simply

forgive


This is the book you have been waiting for... the new words of GOD. This time around I am not sitting in a church dictating to the world petty ways of being meant to ease your judgement before God. No, this time around Judgement Has Come....

THIS TIME AROUND


--------------------------------------------------fat daddy o 's

you left us STARVING too long
we learned to play our hunger like a symphony

HEAR THE THUNDER OF OUR DRUMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


God has awakened me from my sullen human sleep. I am here to bring world wide peace by any means necessary -- even war.

I WANT A PEACEFUL REVOLUTION AND I WANT IT NOW. WE MUST USHER IN A THOUSAND YEARS OF PEACE BEFORE THIS SPECIES WILL BE ALLOWED OFF THIS PLANET.


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I wrote the below PARAGRAPH a year ago and set off a revolution that you may or may not have heard about.... or were lied about. Certainly they are now trying to keep me a secret now that they know the true heart o the Son Of God; I was portrayed in your bible by easily researched pagan myths. I will tell you the real story here. You will find that the blogs at the top take place during my house arrest. When I move into the blogs when I was running the revolution, and driving the us government crazy, I give them a bit of context. This will be a book for sale within th next week or two.

-------------------------------------------------Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for a revolution. You read the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun, head out into the field...inspired finally to be free. The free you have dreamt of... you lust to finally fight off the oppressor's so your children can live in a truly free land.---------------------------------------------

God has awakened me from my fleshly sleep. The Time Of His Judgement Is NOW.



Theories flew. Is it an alien? Is it here to destroy the planet? Is it a Syrian Terrorist? Is it displaying the powers of heaven or hell? A Christian Alarm Clock Calling From some holy war against the Muslims? A secret Weapon of a secret cabal? A CIA mind control experiment gone awry?

Others began to know...Have visions...Feel me!!!!!


...mankind has conspired around me since my birth as a flesh bucket of kingly blood... the world took up notice when a boy in Garrett, Indiana began to grow wings... they kept this all a secret from me. You will see as I tell my story the chaos my presence has brought across the usa, the world, and indeed, the souls of humynkind.


Some think I hearald armaggedon and final judgement, scrambled to meet my needs, at first... Until I convinced them that the Spirit Who Walks becomes a man to be a man, not a God, and I would not allow them to give me a crown and a throne, as they believed the bible prophesies.

When I refused to be a puppet in the vatican's show... how delighted they were to announce my arrival... THEN I said that I was here to criticize firs, to rebuke before offering forgiveness... and they scattered. The Pope's belief is part of what melted my own scepticism... though barely, and God had/has thrown more evidence into my life unbidden.... like a bomb tossed into the mentality of who I was before the emergence of Savage Grace.

I am different than the one you know, and similar. Most of my story has not been told... you see, I am not the elitist for the saintly that I have been made out to be... I have lived every religion, been man and women, have kept myself masked as I herded my flock toward the minute gate into the Father's Kingdom. In these, the blessed thousand years of promised peace, I am here to bring justice... before that peace.


This story is being written a year after some of the events. I have tried to give a little context over the verses where they were needed. I encourage you to understand I was an agnostic artist, dope smoker, sexual swinger at times... no one who even believed in Christ.


In fact, I thought religion was like a virus. Then God sent an angel to wake me up, and the words that he tells me will be the new bible... gave me visions of his face in my dreams, and powers here on earth that astound me -- I can call on storms, lightening, floods, fires and soldiers to do my bidding. All glory to the father, who has sent his son accross immeasurable time and space and dimensions to gather the souls who wish to make the cosmic journey to heaven by my side. I believe that all religions can lead to God, and make no judgements that one is better than the other.

I do despise the way some religions are used, and I find them all too exclusive. I fought my way into hell and Satan and His demons cried like babes when I offered them forgiveness for alleigence. Now they bow before me... when you learn their story, you will see why I even have to forgive the angel I have warred mightly against in heaven... where I have now won. I command the dead.

These words are meant to show you God, not me.... all glory on to the Father.

In his name, I write this story of an agnostic writer wrestling with the implications of finding out the pope and the president and countless others believe he is the CHrist... and then God himself shows me his face, and commands I do his will. This is a story for athiests and religious people and everyone in between... you can choose which songs to listen to by scrolling to the bottom of the blog...

Go in justice seeking rightous peace... for this is


TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE!!!!!





I
AM

THE HAND


OF GOD





Tuesday, July 15, 2008
i am going to a steely concet tonight

going out into public
makes me feel watched

the last time I went to chicago theater
they seated us first
then kep the seats ahead of us empty for a few minutes
I figured they were thinking I was going to do something

seth has been with me since we settled our little dilemma
he thought I was afraid of blood

my attack showed him my eye is on my mission

NO ONE CAN STOP ME


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Monday, July 14, 2008
the cross


the unwelcome Christ
drifts through another day
in his gentle prison

he is allowed to leave his house
travel the city

security is tight
they watch him all the time
know when he is awake/who he calls/emails

they call those he names
make sure they know that the Christ has Chosen them

The cabal keeps him sated
He has a woman, pets
they keep him poor enough
that travel is out of the question

He is not the Christ of old
living homeless and hungry
as He awaits his date with Calvary

God has made him a warrior
killing with cryptic words
that send his forces out to make another heart-attack
cause a cancer
create a car accident
a suspicious fire burns across this planet

in the flames you hear the laughter of God
as his bloody welcome is given to his Children

the God who created the kill or be killed
eat or be eaten
world

exists beyond your pain
seeing you now and as you will be
the pains of this life are subsumed in the Glory of The To Come

the mythic journey through the stars
back to the father's side

you will hear tales of my heroic's along the way
I am nothing except a creation of the Father
nothing to celebrate or pray to or respect
any more than any working man doing a job
with the same feeling that he would rather be home

the silent among you are truly in control
not the voices you hear on the news

there is a greater ruling class
a coven of allegiences that try to keep the american experiment alive
by decieving the masses
by distrusting anyone other than themselves

I have shown the world their faces
dragged them out of the shadows
into the court of opinion

I awoke from amnesia in an Illegal House
I did not know...
I went along with them because they were offering me my dreams
like all evil folk
they lied to me
then tried to make me act the fool for the radio
i WENT ALONG to be funny
different
ground breaking

and we were
I wanted to use any scrap of fame I got
to help the people
to push for my causes
I wanted wealth to give it away

I cannot accept blood money
let them pay me off for their trickery
pretend that a few green backs
hold any worth
that equals my suffering in their hands

God himself fed me my inspiration
when such a one as He tells you what to do
there is no choice involved

he provided me with the opportunity to preach, act, write
the revolutionary movement that will take this country
this world
the space explorers
to the point where the good of all
is no different than the good of the one


You will die
some of you will stay by my side above
some of you will come back into life
warriors
sleeper agents for God
the evil among us
now hungry for redemption
to stay true to the simple god given laws
of their genetics

I will begin teaching them to use their powers

None will eclipse my own
for reasons that should be obvious to all of you
I have a dream of peace
from the Father
The path to heaven in my mind
the face of God hovering over me
an army of angels
the dead ready to do my bidding
in this world and beyond

I am at your back
raising my sword
to either fight off our enemies
or take you head



Sit in Chicago on a perfect day
the kitty-bum Buk curled up beside me
slighty touching my thigh with his warm paws

the husky lays in the doorway
half illuminated by the golden sun

the illusion of peace is complete

I read of the war zones
trying to see the best way out
read of al queda regrouping in Pakistan
how they won't let the Marines hunt them down

I want Peace without appeasement

yet I can see them there
calling on the youth to use their juice to fight in a holy war
everyone wants a holy war


all war is unholy
we fight the unholy to stop war

Some must fight
so that their loves can live
the unfortunate left overs of chimps trying to dominate the tribe
get the best fucks, the juiciest fruit...
how pathetic to be arrogant
in your pitiful state

man I have said that my dog is better than any human
when I said this I meant they are more blessedly living
than man

they would be just as cruel with our cranium
just as fucked up by their instincts
as they try to gather into civilizations

our soldiers are not feeling like they are fighting a holy war
though if they knew the future that the Taliban would bring
they would be volunteering for suicide missions

I will not allow any fundamentalists
even christians

to tell everyone else what to do

to jail the children of the night



I decame in the America's for a reason
they are the most powerful country in the world
the exact opposite of being stoned by the crowds as I struggled
to keep the heavy cross on my torn and bleeding shoulders

This time He let me be ready
sent me to stop the heresy
to destroy the idea that the last prophet has come and gone
no religion can afford to ignore me
they will change
to fit into the world we will offer

or we will free their children from the grips
of certain generations
stop their cultural pollution BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

MY WORDS ARE THE FUTURE
YOU WOULD ALL HEED WELL TO GO ALONG
WITH THE FUTURE
INSTEAD OF FIGHTING FOR A CRIPPLED PAST

you wonder why I like the Mormon's?
For the same reason I like the Catholic's...

they believe in revelation
All humans are capable of being contacted by angels
given truths for how people should live
the mormons keep this tradition alive

I do not ignore things like they take more prozac in salt lake city
than anywhere else in the world

they have to loosen up
quit thinking that they have the exact method to raise humans
they raise carbon copies of themselves
children who parrot what was known
rather than seeking a new language that synthesises
all that the future offers

even new cultural truths
this God doesn't give a damn if a girl is a virgin
I prefer experienced lovers
I think kids should have sex
I am glad that I did
however... no adult should touch them
in their time of innocence
their heart and groins should be their guide

pretending they are not supposed to be sexual
sends them the wrong message
creates these fetishes and phobias
we make our children like priests
with no sexual outlet

so many myths must be deconstructed
torn apart
thrown onto the ash heap of history and burned

we should all be smoking weed
instead of drinking

everyone knows this
except those too straight to explore the wilder sides

I have always felt like an artist
a watcher of human kind
a man who wanted to evolve into the best he could
now the best I can be is too awesome to hold in my head

I asked loyd the underground agent once
what I was
he waved his hand in front of his face saying
"You are... oh, what you are... you're ... Christ."
He was always avoiding my questions
offering me only the information he wanted me to get

told me they would jail me if I went after the Hell's angels
stop me if I left town

He is the only one who has approached me with full understanding
last time I saw him he had lost 40 pounds and was a wreck
told me, as others have, "They've been coming down on me
pretty hard."

The oddest part of this is that my main goals
have been reached
the president acknowledged the greenhouse effect
the country is about to elect a liberal
and find out how much better off they are

the kids have been activated as voters
the culture has come together to put a black man
at the helm

I have become famous with the people who matter
and have kept at least the illusion
that I am living like a man


I remember when this was starting
and I became convinced I would become wealthy beyond my wildest

the power of money hit me hard
I wanted things I had never considered buying
became the creature I have despised

went into the hospital and they wiped my personality away
took out the Hitler is how they explained it on the radio

the Hitler... there is no Hitler in me
I drove cab for fifteen years and never picked up anyone
who I was better then
or anyone who was better

I do not think in terms of heirarchies
I am not impressed by accolades
I am curious and open with people
yet respectful of their privacy
I treated everyone the same in my taxi
and people noticed
I was tipped incredibly well at times

There was also my dark side on display as I drove
I was fierce in the face of challanges
Never Backed Down... unless it was just stupid to continue

one night a woman grabbed the money
I had in my shirt and bolted
I ran her down
and she made it clear I would have to beat her up
to get my money back
I returned to the cab
took another order and tried to forget about it

I was always in the face of some asshole
never let people treat me like shit
without giving them a sting back

I understand the thirst for vengence
there are many who still bring up hate and disgust in my mind

I tell myself this is a behavior
not the intrinsic being
that there is a soul in all trying to steer
the flesh by the whispers of the Holy Ghost
The Christ inside all of you

still I would kill relentlessly if I thought it would help
if I did not know the collaterol damage
includes everything I love

My Powers are too huge for my consciousness
most of what I do with the weather comes from
a place in my mind where words are meaningless

I experimented to find out what could be done
and the destruction was awe inspiring
waves of tornados came at the bidding of my spinning fingers

like the flooding of Chicago when I thought they had killed M

I wonder sometimes if I was told all that has happened in the last two years
if my rage would destroy the world once and for all

I PRAY ONTO GOD FOR THE FORGIVENESS I ONCE FELT
THE GRACE

the savage is pacing back and forth in cell
roaring in the night
gently crying as he see's the faces of the oppressed on the moon





I keep my mind on the mission
trying to win the alleigence of the lost
to bring together the unstoppable power
of the masses
to enfranchise the forgotten

the gangs are needed in our army
we must offer them the mercy
one gives misguided children
before the leaders are all jailed
and forced to believe some religion
they have made up to enforce discipline

manipulating the impulses of the young
toward wanting to live gloriously
in the eye of God
not the eyes of their gang
president
priests
or parents

He exists
I have seen him
experienced the miracle of his presence
for months on end

When I was driving cab
I used to have conversations with God all the time
I believed in Karma then...
kept doing good deeds and seemingly reaping the benefits
then something terrible would happen
for no reason I could see
no sin of mine...

NO ONE IS TO BLAME
EVERYONE WAS INNOCENT ONCE
AND WILL BE INNOCENT AGAIN

ASK THE MURDERERS MOTHER
ABOUT THE GOOD IN HER SON

TENS OF THOUSANDS OF PRISONERS WERE TOO WASTED
WHEN THEY DID THEIR CRIME
TO EVEN REMEMBER THE NIGHT

the religions of exlusion
must be stoppped
opened up
examined
Holy Books like the Koran speak the ways of Peace
and War

written by men
trying to scribe the visions of God
in a language the people of his time understand
suiting the needs of a past long swept away by the wind

the place for the fundamentalists
is the same as the amish today

I apreciate the need to live simply
if this makes them happy
then let them b

Yet when they take the youths and teach them to hate
the very freedom that would bring Liberty to them
when they are told that church and state are the same
When the ministers tell the people that they know all
they are mocking God

No Man knows the best way for all to live
Diversity is the joy of God

I have preached to all religions that remain
been there and done that as a Muslim
in the time when they were the best religion on the planet

They are now as great as many others
No better or worse than the Bible Baptist Church
in Auburn Indiana
where I was offered a relationship with a deity
I stopped believing in at some point
what an irony?

I would have expected one such as I to rise from a church
I see now His Wisdom in making me a writer on the web
where I can reach all people
I have never liked preaching to the choir

I aam sickened by the Challanges I throw out daily

Sick of being a critic
Sick of pissing off people

My will is not as important as His
As long as He feeds me words
I must be the Praxis between God and Man
no matter how uncomfortable I am with talking to people about this

One Flew Over The Cuckoo Nest
that is me
the indian who has smashed out the window
and found freedom

My mother took me to this film alone
my brothers still too young
though we had all read the book
She is so wonderful
the childhood she tried to give us shines at moments
jewels in my memory that remind me that children still feel this way


Ossama was a wonderful child once
a brilliant man
a thoughtful leader with the instincts of a seasoned warrior
Now he and his kind have grown arrogant
as has all mankind

Once I was filled with such passion
that I felt I should be the one who went to war
to save the troops from having to fight
nuclear bombs would be kinder

When I began to see how I could be used by the military
I had to trust my instincts
believe that the soldiers would keep their creeds
yet I knew that war is a law unto itself

the cross
this time is information
questions

being alive and wondering
where I will be most useful

Humans who manipulate others
are an affront to God
we must find a way to stop the schools in the middle east
from teaching hatred for the red, white and blue
to do this we must change

America is about Change



































You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.
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Saturday, July 12, 2008
we live in a cage of bookmarks

look at your bookmarks
if they are anything like mine
they tell the tail of who we are

the newspapers we believe
the comedians who make us laugh
the music that inspires

for every truth there are twenty lies
obscuring everything until the lie becomes as sensible as the truth

when more people believe the big con
than are free to be witting...
the Big Con will continue
with most all of the world
the marks
of a few
amoral carnies

look at Bush scrambling to take out large
swaths of nature with him

provoked

they bug ya, watch ya, wonder what kind of power you hold in your magic

how odd to be the painted bird
the one let loose with a slash of red that causes all the other birds to attack



I once was graced
to bring on a peace

now I have seen this is another illusion

a salve for the conscious of an angel

I could not have believed my god so bloody when I set out on this journey



the end of the earth.... they are al finite
take heart... life comes and goes in their steriloe soul


we see bit a bit of a bit of this whole shebang
nothing really

the possibilities are endless

there are ghosts
and mazes leading to heaven
religions sworn toward finding their way to heaven

is yours one?

I spend the day dosed on valium
trying to remember the good feeling the gave me once

my loves are lost
destroyed in the drama of the moment

I cannot tell if I am still in control or not
I have to assume I have soldiers or I could not face myself

to you have headed my call
know your journey was not in vain

we will run and walk and rest and reamp and revolt
day after day

the glorious day of fire would destroy the lives of the children
we must not do as much

I understand your anger at the wealthy who leave hundreds starving
to throw an elaborate party

when did we become like this? How do we stop producing these humans


the wealth of the inner life will bring us all together
the realm of the soul is accessible
an easy trek

I have no room to talk
but I do have a hell of an excuse

I am Jesus Chist/forever cursed to take on your sins/to know you in your innocence
and in your demonic ways

There is no one waiting to save you on this earth
No one will make you happy all the time
not even god

when my cat died I cursed his ways
damned god himself

I knew no better... I suspect he laughed
knowing my future


The everyday problems of being Jesus. FOr one, I am often recognized and people know I am too polite and interested to blow them off. Not that I have anywhere to go, I am just in my thoughts seeking the ever elusive over-narrative.


I am one of 930000 peace activists being looked at right now, and my influence makes me worse than others. Some intelligence agencies like me, speciafically the fbi. They know I am layabiding and would never

this is my new blog, in a way.. john scott ridgway

Sit here facing a white wall behind my laptop. A painting hovers over, but I can't see it because my eyes are here, on this page.

The other blogs are filled with this and that. Jesus, jokes, revolution... slapstick serial killing. This one spawned a book, in an earlier incarnation. 700 pages. Go to lulu to find my books, One War, Waking up Jesus, and a collection of various thinks as well as the religious psycho killers hit list.

I am entangled in various personality. It is like schizophrenia, but it only happens at the computer, so I guess that is what they call talent... much as I like to tune my horn, I prefer bringing down the walls of Jericho rather than draw attention to myself.

This is blog of the now time. The poetry in http://wakingupjesus.blogspot tells the same story, yet it tells it more like I was experiencing it, as revelations from god that make more sense as the days go on.

Johnny Pain is back...

Hey kids, ast time I could surface from the underground to talk to my soldiers was on my radio show, but that is over.... thank goodness. It was getting in the way of my mission a religious psycho killer. My old mammy would spin in her grave if she knew my low body count. I mean, if she was dead. That old woman has survived so many attacks. I remember the first time I shot her. I was around eight, and had just finally got my first rocket launcer. It was bigger than me, and while I had specific instructions not to use my birthday present inside the house, you know how that is. I got bored with blowing up cars from the tops of buildings pretty quick, which is what my brothers were into at the time. So, I decided to take over the family, starting by killing my mom. Dad, who married into the family, is no threat... hasn't left his bunker in the basement in years. We send him down whisky and porn and pork and beans and spam. All he will consume. Mom was out using the back hoe when I went after her. Digging a mass grave for a school bus she had taken out that morning that had run over one of her beloved turtles (sometimes they blocked the road, because she literrally had thousands of them, so she could turn them loose on fish hatcheries and destory their business, which is a hobby she picked up in college after becoming a radical fish advocate ... in her world, she is releasing thier souls and it has something to do with Jesus and fish.. what the heck, like I always say, whatever gets you to kill is not important. What is important is that you do kill.

I fired the rocket at the tractor and of course missed, hittin our barn and blowing a corner off. My pulled out her forty five, and from almost a hundred and fifty yards off, took aim on left pinkie and shot it right off. Now, losing an appendege is nothing to me now,but then I was eight, and all that blood and watching mom sew it back on really freaked me out. I would have cried but in my family that meant a beating circle, which is just what it sounds like unless you are a chronic masterbator, and then it is something else.

We have a rule in our family now, not to kill each other. OF course it doesn't work that well -- witness my having to take out my sister in law and her ninja kids at Thanksgiving last year. They were going to take us all out to get control of uncle ted's new business, which is really taking off. He is offering trained wombats for use by parapheligic and the sick and elderly as sexual sarrogates. I have to admit, when he dresses those critters up in sexy clothes, they look pretty hot. He calls them hairy little women to the senile old people he services. Somehow he got medicare to cover the cost -- he says he traded a couple wombats to someone down there... though everyone is pretty sure he has added to his hostages lately, and they sure look like medicade clerks. Anyways, the less said about the hostages the better. Suffice to say, we have a comprehensive indoctrination program that keeps them happy and working out in our pot and opium fileds. Mom insists on using opiates in her poisen out of some askew form guilt.

Well, what have I been up to? Well, for one thing, I know for a fact that Donald Trump has been replaced by a look alike,becaues I finally caught up with the real guy. I was expecting some nice press from that one,but no.. they had someone in the wings. In fact, might as well admit it, this guy I torture killed said he was not th original one, that the first had died, as we all thought he would, from massive rectal bleeding after that methed up hippo he kept by his pool gave him hist nightly fisting. Oh, well.

I have quite a few new people on stalking list. Few celebrities -- which I know you love hearing about. I was visiting my pal Brittany Spears a few weeks ago, we were talking about taking out her ex, then she forgot we were talking about that and wanted to get back with him... in like a split second. Then she was all about having her whole family dead so she could start over, then she had to call them all to see if they were alright. She used to be a lot of fun before the government started drugging her out in attempt to stop her immoral romp through life from attracting a lot of little girls into thinking marriage is a joke. The powers that b are so worried about the break up of the family.

i THINK sometimes how my life would havfe been if I had just been raised by my peace loving dad. My mom or brothers or sisters would have killed me with martial arts and advanced weaponry training, so I am glad mom put me in that Militia Pre school, but still.... I dream that maybe, if I have the talent I think I do, that I would have ended up writing harlequin romances, maybe get on a soap opera. Yea, I never tell people about it, but one time I was locked up and all they had were Harliquin romances and I read them by the thousands. The entire prison library was filled with them. I don't know why?

So, I guess the kill list, and the golden shiv awards is what you all are waiting for. Like I said, my kill count is down so low it is embarrassing to mention... okay, let's just say that in the last two months it was under two hundred, and I have not been that low since I made this vow to lower the population to protect the world for harbor seals.

My family has always come up with new religions, because everyones pscyhosis is different, effected by the times and the predominant myths. Me, I have spoken to both Jesus. Jesus came to me sto explain that he was not the pussy that people were making him out to be, and he wanted to use me to remind people of the wrath of GOd. He is all into making storms and earthquakes and shit, but he can't kill anyone in this life, something to do with his dad's orders (he feels like his dad doesn't really trust him or something... really has a complex about it; he wanted to just torch the earth and take off with the souls he has, but God told him he has to stay on earth until he is crucified or causes the apocolypse or something.. . his dad won't tell him why he is here now, and... well,this isn't his story,but believe me, he comes down for the weekend sometimes and we cruise around taking out people he points at. He can see their sins, neo con impulses, corruption -- all the things I try to find in my victims, though of course if someone honks at me or something I can't really care about that shit as I cull their honking ass from the herd.

I like to think of myself as a good disease, that kills only the high and mighty. Kind othe opposite of aids, which of course is a government invention of the cleverst kind--a drug that kills junkies and gays during our population explosion? Do you know this disease stopped overpopulation estimates, changed the way we look at the burgeoning number of folks trying to stand on this little speck of earth.

Like Jesus says now, Thou shall not kill in Vain. He says this is the way he originally wrote it, but the kings and priests changed all kinds of shit in the bible.

Oh, well. It is not like I would have needed to meet Jesus to do my job. Heck, like most kids, I started out killing just for the heck of it. Like kids hunting with their new bb guns, killing innocent birds and squirrels just to have something to point at. I used to take my knife to such kids, carve the animals shape in their flesh so they never forget my words -- do not kill animals. I can't stand that kind of cruelty.

Oh, yea, I shot up a dog fighting outfit last time. I tied em up and made them fight each other to death, telling them only one would get to live. They got vicious quick after I sprayed them with a mist of pcp and speed. After about an hour of cutting and a pile of bodies later, there was one guy left... a skinny puerto rican kid who you would have expected to fall to the six foot plus buff looking thugs in there. Of course, I could not let him go... I let the dogs have that one.

Now I have a basement full of pitbulls. I am nursing them all back to health, balancing their minds, showing them a lot of love. I have hostages petting them and talking them whenever they are awake. I should quit calling them hostages, because they consider themselves a religion and respecting that is the best way to keep them docile and doing our will. They call themselves The Church of Pain, or Pains for short. What the hell? They ain't my hostages. I don't take them, and would let these people free if I could. They won't leave after their conditioning, no matter what... their famalies come and they try to get us to snatch them to. The barn is pretty full at this point. Sooner or later one of us will get drunk and go out and shoot a bunch of them up for some paranoid reason purely in our minds. Happened too many times to ignore the inevitable. The Pains love it, take it like some cult drinks cool aid as if it were the magical potion to enter an alein world. They do all go to heaven, I asked Jesus. Something to do with being oppressed like that. This would probably make me feel better about killing them those times, if I indeed had such feelings, which I do not -- that was beat out of me when I was toddler, about the time of my first real mass killing. They would hold me up to the trigger, aim and let me pull that metal baby back and feel the bullets bucking out. I love that sound, still sometimes go to sleep listening to tapes of machine gun fire. To me, that is like the lapping waves of the ocean to most people.

What else? You know I took over the world for awhile last year. My cabals and intelligence agency contacts and all the other folk waiting for a revolution kind of put me ahead of the project. Sure it was fun ruling the world, for awhile... but I didn't really think the plan would work and it kind of took me by surprise. I wasn't ready to send out any edicts. It took a lot of work to get the other side to expose themselves in the press, and once exposed get people to react by taking up arms, and that sort of took it all out of me. I guess I am still basically in charge, pulling the strings of puppets in russia, china, south america, asia... Other than parts of the muslim world, we are loved everywhere we go. Killing in wars like that is herealded, and of course my body count made everyone love me. The papers called me the reaper.

Other than pot being legalized, the immigrants being granted asylum, and david bowie being forced to put out albums every year, I haven't come up with much other than the usual liberal stuff I love. The unions need to be free again to strike without fear of being fired. In fact, the unions should be growing where they are dying. This is the death of the middle class. We lost health insurance and retirement benefits by the millions because of the loss of unions. I would also like to see the nuclear bombs reduced. This is the way to keep other countries from building them. Show them we are serious about stopping the spread of nukes by actions, not words. Like with guatameno. WE LOST out moral leadership in the dim cages filled with masked men. Let them all have court dates, sign pledges of peace and go home. Watch them for the rest of their fucking lives.

Pakistan needs to straighten up, too. They are now as bad as Afganistan when they were hiding bin laden. Even worse actually, because we are now in active war. A country is aiding and abetting the enemy more than Iran ever could, yet since they are one of the few countries in the region where our name is spoken without someome spitting on the ground (at least by the leaders solicitiing american money). I wonder what truly keeps us from crossing into pakistan. Is it their nukes?

That adds an interesting element.

Iran... I love persians and wish them no harm. I pray to God above that they are truly telling the truth when they say they want nuclear power only. Going to war against people we should be learning from always makes me sad. Like viet nam, where ho chi min reached out to america thinking we would help him in his revolutionary against his oppressors. If the pakistani's see fit to hide all of these warring tribes on their land just to keep peace, we will fail over there. The taliban will rise again and the conflict will get bloodier.

There is no place in the world for religious based wars, or money based wars. The only holy war is revolution of the people. And that can be done peacefully in most countries. WHere it cannot, we of course go in with spies and give weapons to whoever we think is fighting our enemy.

I am going to change all that shit when I get time... I'm kinda too into surfing the net and watching the tube right now to get on this stuff. It is on my to do list... which I lost. I'll make another one. TOmmorrow. And probabaly in a couple weeks or so, I'll get to the other stuff on my dream list.

I guess I should add that I was talking to santa, and this year, on christmas, per my suggestion, he is finally going to use his ability to visit every house in the world to just slice the throats of the bad kids. He is sick of having to write all the bad shit in that book of his. Arthritis. So, I told him... get rid of them while you can still hold a knife or you'll be writing with your toes by the time the apocoplypse comes along (that is when his contract expires and he can go back to his planet -- he uses an alein ship of course to make his stops).

I had all this blood on my hands when I started typing, and now it is all over the keys and beginning to coagulate. Fucking keys are sticking. Have to get a Pain over here to clean this up.

Well, happy hunting. And remember uncle Kloop's mantra --"Kill yourself and others,but not in that order bonehead), becaues I am still seeing a lot of suicides out there who are too pussy and low class to take a few scumbags with them on the way out. I am telling you, this will make your death easier for your family... you know, the people who visit you when you are in the hospital and jail?

Also, I should say that my days running the hamster army are over, so if you are thinking about sending me a hamster, forget it. I have all these pit bulls now, and the first thing one did was break into the barracks and eat all but one hamster -- which lost a leg and bled to death later. These pit's are cool. We're going to need a new mailperson again, but at least it saved me on dog food for a day or so.

MAy you have a day where a metorite comes crashing down thru your skull, causing a crises in the behaviroal centers of your brain, causing you to forcible attack and rape a vat of macoroni and cheese in your company cafeteria/homestead/resturant, buring your genitilia into lumps of unrecognizable scars; in six months, you will either decide on the sex change you have always secretly wanted, or jump in front of a subway car. I also see something to do with a deer getting an antler stuck in your but... hey, whatever you are into, but you are going to miss that two feet of intestine during the ambulance ride as it feels like someone is shoving broken bottles up your ass (unless you are into that kind of thing, and then, hey... whatever man, I have my strange sexual picadellos... not sick shit like that, I just prefer fresh, warm corpses to living chicks. They don't bitch about a quickie, or anything, really. Not that I am not a great lover of living chicks, too, it's just that sooner or later they are going to talk about my stalking and abduction techniques, and I like to keep my mo private. Never ask about what a man makes or what his MO is. Besides, what would the hostages eat if I... oh, yea, cannabalism makes some of you sick.

Well, all of your ancestors were cannibals. So there. Ever since I took my first girlfreind wrong when she said, "Eat me," I've at least eaten the hearts of my victims. Call me a sentimental fool, my family does... everyone knows you should eat the raw liver,but I'm just a rebel.

the poltics of the day

I always had money. Billions. You grow up like that you get one of two ways... you buy into the class around you, or you reject it like fire. I grew out my hair and started smoking weed at eight, buying it off the son of one of our gardners at a ridiculous price. Around twelve I found my dad's stash and pinched off of him until he caught me.

I later found out he was all into coke and eight balls and mistresses that he kept in three countries. Being raised mostly by my sisters and mom, I learned something dad never did -- unconditional love for a woman that is all entangled with loyalty and honor and all the shit that keeps people monogamous. Doesn't matter. I gave up on relationships around twenty one, when all the women, no matter how good, were either dazzled by my wealth or from a similar background as myself and expecting me to straighten up into a serious husband.

When I joined the marines, my father immediantly called the president, Reagen at the time, and sent it down through the ranks that I was supposed to be kept safe. They tried to put me in an office. I out manuvered them, bribed my way into the Seals.

My security oath requires that I keep most of my government acitivity a secret. I am already charged with enough offenses to send me to jail for the rest of my natural life; the last thing I need is more shit about me being brought in front of this jury; if they knew what I did for the government, they would see me alone, not the people who gave the orders.... I would pay for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, getting a set of orders hideous and revolting.

This isn't what I am in jail for, which is I suppose what you want to hear about... the missons I took my private on, the countries we destabilized, the causes we aided as we traveled this planet like warrior monks of old.

We looked at ourselves as the freer of oppressors, borderless warriors ready to blitzkreig into any hell. Their devotion shows in the fact that they have split into various armies now and are operating in four countries as I sit here. The United States came after us when we stopped a cia coup. We didn't even know who was behind the hit. We were there because a democratically elected leader was being pushed out in a coup and that shit pisses us off. Period.

Like when we hit DARFUR and stepped on chinese toes and they launched a cyber attack that cut off our communications for a few days, we were doing what was right no matter who was behind the shit. I am here for breaking the laws of international sovereinty... and let me tell you, we are the future. The corporations have had their armies long enough. Why shouldn't citizens fund forays into slave markets and rescuing poeple? I inherited all this money while I was fighting in Somalia. When we pulled out... well, if you had seen the chaos, the malnurishment.. they were running up to our half tracks and trucks, trying to steal our meals. We killed them and still they came. The body count over there, for some of us...

We left behind a lot of contacts who were hunted down and shot, famalies and all. I would have went right back in, if I had had the forces backing me up.

Eight years of military, five years working special op's, a billion dollars and a boring life spent worrying ... about my fellow soldiers, the rise of the fundamentalist terrorists, nukes in the middle east, Bush's blood lusts... I smoked a lot of weed for a few weeks, layed around my pool. Had a lot of military buddies stay that summer. A couple were going back into the shit. As I watched them leave, I could see a purpose to their step that I rememembered. Not that I envyed them. Driving down a street pocked with bombs watching for suicide bombers and snipers in an urban environment can break a man down quick.




going to jail for all of my natural life, should I escape hanging... so, I don't need any more charges.