“Sometimes you wanna go, where everybody knows your name! And they’re always glad you came! You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same. You wanna be, where everybody knows your name.” Y’all, what if God’s an asshole? Nevertheless, what if nobody’s noting my name despite my immense intelligence and ineradicable influence because my presence is pressurizing—applies pressure that pushes past people’s present capacity? If you’re a hateful human, is it the talent, the tenacity, the truth, or all the above that triggers you? Hatred hasn’t helped heal humanity at all, and though that seems like an obvious observation or firm fact, if I’ve regularly, repetitively repeated how certain cliques and idiosyncratic industries haven’t helped the people popularly preyed on or victimized within the weeping walls of their hypothetical houses of horror, doesn’t that suggest that something sickening exists inside essentially every everyday Earthling? “You wanna go where people know, people are all the same! You wanna go where everybody knows your name!” Who doesn’t know God’s name? What if the soulless, sycophantic servants of Satan, who hail from Hell’s hottest hometown—highly-weird “Hollywood”—never note my name because the goofy-ass god that they give glory to isn’t “God?” I mean, what if the distinctive, defining difference between me and commonplace Christian celebrities is so stark that the God they think they’re giving glory to glorifies my greatness every day? Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? Again, it’s because you’re noticeably not normally doing what Jesus would do, and you sillily suppose that sustaining some success suggests that you’re in absolute alignment with your predestined purpose derived from God’s personalized plan for you. Can you accomplish the American dream—completing college, choosing a commendable career, maintaining a marriage and mortgage, conceiving children, and practicing projecting perfection—and still need tons of therapy? Can you make mountainous mounds of money and buy a bunch of bullshit that nobody necessarily needs without feeling fulfilled and while loathing life for the rest of your life? Can you win awards often or continuously crush competition just to feel deeply dejected and defeated when nothing’s near to defeat? What I’m trying to say is, who was Jesus trying to impress? Your Honor, even as an atheist, I don’t appreciate or aspire to align with anybody who ain’t good with God and his good-sense guidance! Which queues the query, who, what, where, when, and how is God? Can any commonplace Christian celebrities clearly communicate with Christ or the Creator? How many full fuckin’ facts can fake-ass famous folks and blatantly blasphemous bastards give about God? Are persistence and purpose the same, and is being successfully stupid supported by the good guy or the grim ghoul? If I can confirm that commonplace Christian celebrities secretly serve Satan, what would happen to those hellish heathens in a war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world—where “God is good all the time?” Again, some shit simply shouldn’t need to be said, but fake-ass famous folks—who are paid to perform, pretend, and play parts—are fake as fuck! Does profanity offend opposers and objectors because cussing can create conflict, or because people are typically taught to treat tension as a trigger? Why isn’t conflict resolution or courses helpfully highlighting unhealthy human habits and how to avoid them traditional or trendy? Is pretending our perishable planet’s primary problem? Whether you wish you were a powerful person or a popular personality, how wacky, wrong, and weird are you willing to get to get good with goofies who give glory to the wrong god? History holds true that humanity hasn’t helped humanity heal since the Savior’s sacred sacrifice, and aside from tiny technological triumphs and small scientific discoveries that make our everyday Earthling experiences easier, suffering sure seems as normal as nonsense. What if humanity has consciously normalized nonsense and popularized pretending to silence the silent suffering stemming from the depressing disappointment of how slowly everybody’s evolving? I’m sure some of y’all regularly, repetitively read the “pure breed’s” passionate passages and wonder what you can do to create change. Well, first, continuously change. Y’all ain’t doing nothin’ new, ever, and I’ve already perfectly proven that fake-ass famous folks are constantly copying me when saying something smart in a distinctively different way—my way. Why would God purposely piss people off if wrath is so sinful, and what’s cool about clownish copycats? If my reactions to recurrent ridiculousness aren’t ever positive, why recur ridiculousness? Would it seem sinful if I were a “…boiling pot, ‘bout to blow his lid from the pressure! Too hot for TV, for sheezy! Too many wanna be hard, be easy! All in together, goin’ all out together, it don’t take much to please me!” Shout-out to every everyday Earthling who possesses the passion to perform, as God grants wishes when work ethic aligns with abiding aspiration and adamant attempts at success. Sir, if you only knew what God was saying when spontaneously speaking through you in that verse. Celebrity co-conspirators, gon’ and give God glory for funding y’all fortune and fame, and for providing provision plus protecting your peace before bringing big-brained Beau in to progress people psychologically. It’s dark, and Hell is hot, but I’m the Light, so expect reign, and sport your snazziest shaded spectacles. Because soon…
Omniscience