Well, it's Saturday, May 21, 2011. I am patiently waiting for "the end of the world". To pass the time I am also writing tomorrow's blog . I doubt that anything will happen, and that includes not having any phone calls from family members. I have a lot to do today. Should I even bother? After all, it IS the end of the world, at least that's what Harold Camping says. You may know old Harold. He runs a "for profit" bible church out in wack-oh land, er, California. You know, that's the place where movie stars can run for office while they are busy Ca-Li-Fornicating their hired help.
What a sad example for all of us. Empty people, leading spiritually empty lives. Old Harold knows that nobody would give him a dime if he wasn't going around scaring the be-jesus out of them (or...into them?). You have to love California, where frustrated homosexuals demand rights to, what, be homosexual? They are now on another rampage because they want foreskins left on babies! Yes, you heard me. These nut jobs are now forcing a ballot to outlaw the removal of foreskins from newborn baby boys. Hmmm. Let's see how many Jews remain in that part of the counrty if that proposal passes. I doubt that there are enough queers out there to force that crap on "normal" Americans. Until those jackasses began making so much noise I simply ignored them and their activities. Live and let live. But these jerks just keep raising the volume on their sick cries. They are way too stupid, not ignorant, to realize the "acceptance" they seek is emply. Hollar, scream, pontificate, march, all you want, but your sickness is a disease that others ignore and keep away from, like leprocy. Those idiots in Hollywood and San Francisco who think they are "cool", who support your lifestyle, believe in thier own omnipotence, generated by having their diapers changed constantly by their handlers and agents, vampires out to make a buck by sucking the life out out of their "stars". "You are the greatest, baby?", until the looks fade, the body ages and starts drooping, the facelifts don't take any more, etc. Then it becomes "don't call me, I'll call you if something comes up". And the crazyness repeats, year after year.
Is it a wonder that California is being crushed by debt? Debt forced upon its' citizens by nut-cases with plastic minds, who constantly seek perfection, assuming it doesn't exist. It doesn't...for them. These jerks wouldn't see a "good life" if it hit them on the head as they raced up and down highway 5, or 101. Too bad for them. At least things will end soon, ahh, today, if wacky Harold is right.
What a sad example for all of us. Empty people, leading spiritually empty lives. Old Harold knows that nobody would give him a dime if he wasn't going around scaring the be-jesus out of them (or...into them?). You have to love California, where frustrated homosexuals demand rights to, what, be homosexual? They are now on another rampage because they want foreskins left on babies! Yes, you heard me. These nut jobs are now forcing a ballot to outlaw the removal of foreskins from newborn baby boys. Hmmm. Let's see how many Jews remain in that part of the counrty if that proposal passes. I doubt that there are enough queers out there to force that crap on "normal" Americans. Until those jackasses began making so much noise I simply ignored them and their activities. Live and let live. But these jerks just keep raising the volume on their sick cries. They are way too stupid, not ignorant, to realize the "acceptance" they seek is emply. Hollar, scream, pontificate, march, all you want, but your sickness is a disease that others ignore and keep away from, like leprocy. Those idiots in Hollywood and San Francisco who think they are "cool", who support your lifestyle, believe in thier own omnipotence, generated by having their diapers changed constantly by their handlers and agents, vampires out to make a buck by sucking the life out out of their "stars". "You are the greatest, baby?", until the looks fade, the body ages and starts drooping, the facelifts don't take any more, etc. Then it becomes "don't call me, I'll call you if something comes up". And the crazyness repeats, year after year.
Is it a wonder that California is being crushed by debt? Debt forced upon its' citizens by nut-cases with plastic minds, who constantly seek perfection, assuming it doesn't exist. It doesn't...for them. These jerks wouldn't see a "good life" if it hit them on the head as they raced up and down highway 5, or 101. Too bad for them. At least things will end soon, ahh, today, if wacky Harold is right.