At least I have a 50/50 chance..........

At least I have a 50/50 chance that Jesus smokes weed. Then, if he does, during The Rapture, as long as I have a blunt in hand, I will be in. No matter my sins, I am packing the slick shit that J-C craves. Yah. Or not; that is the tricky part. I walk up to the J-Man with a fat spliff rolled and say, “Hey Jesus, let’s forget this Judgment Day shit and toke a lady!” and he responds with, “Yah Candy Man, this stone throwing is getting me down anyway,” I am in. If he stares gracefully for a second and then condemns me to hell, at least he thought about smoking it. But when the Big Savior turns you into a black man and raise’s the LAPD from the 1960’s to come kick your ass for the next three million years, you know he is straight-edge.

Let's all go down to Smithfield.....

Let’s all go down to Smithfield. It’s a town, like any other, with town like things adorning its corners. People passing side-by-side, merchants selling, consumers buy. The streets have crossings the cars stop for, leading straight to the politicians doors, whom spend their time talking as we have none, it our job to work and theirs to tug. But if we all came out to Smithfield, the streets could fill, over flown, and the town like another can be filled with fun.

Thank God for Port Security........

Thank God for port security...... There is nothing like the comfortable feeling in knowing that every item that comes through legal means and dockings will be terrorist’s-items free. Knowing that the condemned devil worshipers won’t have access to our previously capitalist controlled ports is nothing more than satisfactory relief to the common American living the American dream. The idea that any underprivileged and disgraced persons could come to the Land of Freedom and make a living has been preserved, finally. All the bleeding heart, “immigrants take the crappy jobs,” “immigrants take all the minimum wage I could be making if I didn’t have three degrees paid for by my daddy while I take over his upward built company,” liberal Wings listeners can kiss the presidents ports deal-bill-on the run-ass. Of course the deal would be safe. Look how much money George’s family and the elite alike have made from those oil producing countries. I don’t really care about numbers, but I bet a lot......

Blog me baby….The intense and viral introduction of the “Blog” has more than been a blessing to human Society. Before the age of technology and high speed information, artistic writing and creativity in general were in jeopardy, and I do not mean in a fun, 6*4 area of two inch squares that educate the already highly intelligent general viewing audiences way. No, I mean in jeopardy as in no where in sight. Maybe the 1800’s were just too creative of a decade to follow for the 20^th century folks. The days of Millet and Roden are gone, long gone, and the minds of genius after the year 1900 just could not cope. Lennon, Garcia; we laugh at the notion you could compare or still be followed today. Foxy ladies, lanes full of pennies, and the tambourine man no longer as a bird sing. How can these and other genres of so called artist still speak to our intense, terrorist controlled, new, decade. So, thank the all American, Anglo-Saxon, white God for the intervention of Spears, Survivor, and the Blog. We can now, finally in human history, convey true followable art to the lacking savages of the world. Finally, the intense artistic feelings of the general public can be expressed fully. Finally starving third world countries can at the least know of the savior of being a good person, and American…….via internet………