Allegedly, Caucasian Christ’s praise and popularity after performing mesmerizing miracles made many men wish death upon him. In believing that they were righteous religionists acting as God’s guardians, said many men captured Caucasian Christ, immediately imprisoned him, accused him of blatant blasphemy for being a mesmerizing miracle-maker without God’s grace, and hung him high on a cross to die. Nobody saved the Savior, and he basically begged God to forgive the evil, envious executioners for their ignorance and impudence. After his depressing death, Caucasian Christ was said to have siphoned the sin from every everyday Earthling as a final favor. First, fuck all y’all! Second, you’re definitely dying for your own soul-sullying sins this time! Third, y’all got God all wrong—trust me! Why should saviors sacrifice so much for folks who could save themselves if they only held a basic belief in themselves? Again, if you’re wondering why I’m Chocolate Christ, it’s because I never sought a savior, as savior-seekers simply aren’t saviors. Right? For the record, longing for lovers, hoping for help in a hectic and hellish life, favoring friendships over a loner’s life, often needing to be next to those with a nurturing nature, being comforted by companionship, etc. doesn’t necessarily mean you’re steadily seeking a savior. But being unable to function fully without someone standing by your side at all times can make even minor matters major and much messier than they should be. Nevertheless, independence isn’t a real thing, as essentially everything that most modern people need to survive requires reliable commerce and cooperation. Which queues the query, what in this war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world would the whole wide world do without each other? Once again, nothing makes sense because nonsense is normalized by nonsensical nitwits, numbskulls, and nincompoops. Competition creates conflict, then comes the chaos and confusion that’s commonly combated by creating conflict to crush competition. Like I said, and it’s undeniably unfortunate, but war is good for getting great goals accomplished—as normalized nonsense would be way worse on a perishable planet where hateful humans are severely stupid if folks weren’t willing to fight for what’s right. But like I also asked, even if it’s for the right reasons, what if fighting is the wrong way to stop stupidity? What if being the bigger person or turning the other cheek was as trendy and traditional as taking things to the extreme during disputes and disagreements? What would the world be like if everybody was a genius? Remember, “if you stand for nothing, you’ll fall for anything.” If you don’t know, that means you’ll become a victim of villainy if you lack virtue and valor. It also means that the absence of action is likely to lead to loss by default. With that, why wouldn’t God grant Caucasian Christ the ability or authority to fight for what was right? Why would God sit still and silent while his son was sacrificed? Why would anyone that the Savior saved, and the friends and families of the many miracle-receivers, refuse to help their holy helper—regardless of his saintly shunning of saviors? Lacking leadership during tough times keeps times tough, doesn’t it? Because how many miracle-making men managed to save the sad, sick, and sinful after the Savior was cruelly crucified? By the same token, not a single soul alive has the heart, healthiness, high-mindedness, heroism, or promised, prophesied preeminence that I have. Still, repeating as a reminder, I have a like-a-little/loath-a-lot relationship with y’all God. How rare would you reckon reciprocal respect is in a war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world? Shout-out to Angela Simmons, who pops up on my totally taken-over timeline from time to time, and who also looks a lot like “Sadeinthecity,” a gregarious foodie from New York. I was watching Sade’s food reviews, and she sweetly speaks to random pedestrians passing by as she chows down on delectable dishes. She has excellent energy, like the type of person who could calm chaos and clear confusion if she wanted to. Watching sweeties like Sade can make a person forget how fucked-up folks can be. Which queues the query, how inimical and injurious are your influences? If you had only one obligation to friends and family members, what would it be? Think about that. Because as far as I’m concerned, my only obligation in life is to live. And nobody gets to decide or define anything about life for me. That includes God! And soon…
Omniscience