“And if you don’t wanna get down with me… you dumb, dumb diddy!” Mainstream music may make many move their bodies, bump booties, and break it down, but does dancing, daydreaming, and disconnecting distract too much from what’s worrying the world? Fun and “freedom” feel fine when “ignorance is bliss,” doesn’t it? Should unity stop suddenly wherever problems persist, and is it supposed to stop there? Who determines definite directives—irrefutable instructions? Anyhoo, if you’re really religious, what if Jesus’ remarkable return is contingent on believers believing in Christ’s chosen champion? What if, if Christ’s cross-bearing child can’t come from the clouds in his remarkable return, Christ’s chosen champion—essentially an everyday Earthling—must be met with the same sincerity and serenity that worshippers would appropriately approach the Almighty with? How simple should something need to be for fully-functioning folks? Which queues the query, what if there’s too much death, destruction, disrespect, and danger for the new Jesus to optimize its omnipresence? Whose fault is it that your God’s guidance ain’t getting through to enough Earthlings? Is atheism alone aggravating enough for the heavily hateful yet holiest humans to wage war on a wonderful writer and his worship-worthy wisdom? How much hate happens in Hell? Better yet, why would there be hateful humans in Heaven? If you’re wondering, yes, I believe that I could be way worse than wrong about absolutely anything pertaining to unproven but ubiquitous Biblical beliefs. Admittedly, I’m an observer with opinions too, like Jesus himself. Sometimes, stuff seems specifically set up for skeptics to seemingly set records straight before the facts are fully forwarded. But what if forwarding facts takes “too much” time? People’s popular perception of time tends do distinctively different things to particular people. It encourages urgency in panicking people, which can completely counteract the results of all the caution, care, and concern that likely led to their longevity—life leading up to a consciousness crisis. And it discourages urgency in pitiful people, which defers dreams and may lead to them thinking “fuck fulfillment” forever. Speaking of “too much,” Angela Rye, ain’t y’all “tired” too much? Television tells that a terrible torture tactic is to stick someone somewhere where relentless, roaring repetition is insufferably inescapable. That sounds a hell of a lot like Hell, right? Why can’t co-conspirators come clean? Why don’t y’all stand for the same shit that you stay stating you stand for? The predictable pattern of allusive attacks and subliminal slights following my published posts is no longer a super-duper secret shared among only the childish-ass cowards and their co-conspiring cohorts. Everybody who’s everybody knows that it’s the same shit, over and over—almost like change is cancerous and Hell is heavenly! If you’re weirdly waiting for me to change my mind about creating change, change course! Your Honor, villainizing the victim here, me, was the conspirators and co-conspirators’ wicked way out of the controversy, catastrophe, chaos, and confusion that they created. Blaming me is basically like accusing me of possessing praiseworthy power. Where the figgity fuck would I get such praiseworthy power?! People, please, pray for whoever’s weak and weird—or working with them. Patience pays like the Lord’s love, I presume. Is it possible for a person to praise themselves and worship whoever or whatever they are? Of course, it is! If you’re waiting for the perfect person to praise, in hoping to resurrect the realest rebel to ever allegedly emancipate Earthlings, first pray for possibility of perfect people. Then, wait, tirelessly, while you’re “tired” too much. What if I’m the only one—the last lord-like legend living? What if there’s no more chances after this? What if it were already too late? People’s popular perception of time tends to do distinctively different things to particular people. It encourages urgency in panicking people, which could cause life-altering events that push people past the point of no return. And it discourages urgency in pitiful people, which could consequently cause the creation of many more panicking people. Which one are you? And no take-backs! Because soon…
P.S., “You can’t fuck with me, so just leave it alone…”