Though my Pop worked at the world-famous-Menningers as a neurosurgeon/psychiatrist earning gobbsa moolah, he preferred to stay humble. He bought himself a lil’ Colt (not a baby horse, but an early 80s car). My point?
The lotta youse aren’t as yet ‘knockMdead’ (literally) to this cunning world as I am, thus, you're undefined about which way to vamoose after (cars, clothes, cash, condumbs, calumny, oi! bloody conformity!! to the world influence a lotta U.S. to turn-away from our True Home, our True Creator).
Thankfully, our blogOrammathon came to the rescue for those who wanted to learn of the red-flags and stop the general anesthesia which swept across our nation in the heightened ‘bourgeois macabre’ in ‘09.
A: I shot-up like a bottle-rocket to miraculous serenity as a Near Death Experiencer which should influence a lotta U.S. to question what happens after our demise. Q: Sadly, it seems a lotta Americans are too comfortable to refuse the Mark. Yo! Christians! Pray, pray, pray your loved ones don’t fall to the succulent captivation of o’BOMBa (ain’t gonna happen Upstairs, son; only two sexes: male/female, innie or outie, ovaries/BAWLS, baby. Don’cha wanna have BAWLS, Obomba??)
Of course! said the Source! A lotta youse are still gonna talk dissent against the Almighty; however, the dynamics of ‘dish scent’ which o’BOMBa snakes-his-way-in leads humanity down the drain in his amiable vulgarity.
REPENT n BELIEVE in Jesus, humanity. If not, you might send yourself to the LEFT at our Divine Judgement by your indifference: personally, after our accident, the nefarious-world-run-by-Satan meant absolutely nthn compared to Heaven where we’ll live eternally doing everything YOU hoped or desired:
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