Lost Myself Again in the Dead of Night James Durbin
Then, I came home yesterday nighttime feeling wearied from a long day at piece of work, had some supper and it was far too much to eat. I made sure to add tons of Tobasco sauce and garlic considering, well, I'm that kind of guy. Afterward, I watched CreepShow, in honor of the late, dearly missed Leslie Nielsen
and then, since I actually wasn't feeling sleepy at all, decided to play some Blitz Limbaugh on my iPod. Now, that did the trick.
I was in a dark place; couldn't see annihilation. Then I heard someone talking to me…
"Hullo James. Would you mind me doing a guest mail service on your blog? I take a couple of things to say, and I 've tried everything, yet he won't heed…"
I turned around and said…
"God?"
"Not God, James. If I were, practise you recollect I wouldn't be able to find someone actually worthy to talk to? I'one thousand but your image of what I am. Don't confuse me with the real one, OK?"
"Uh… Ok, I suppose". I said. Or thought. I think. Or thought. "So, what is it that you'd like to talk about? Global warming? The End of Days? Whether George Bush was really your messenger"?
"Oh, no. Not at all. But, just to be articulate, George Bush wasn't my messenger – that was the coke speaking. You know, I made party boys, like George, because without them there would be no party girls, like
And you've got to agree, Jimmy – that own't a bad matter! Whenever I want to talk about stuff with y'all guys, I do it the correct manner. I send yous major things, like earthquakes, volcanoes exploding, famine, or American Idol. Y'all never listen, anyhow. But this is your dream, and this time, you'll be my messenger. Can you please type this entry as soon every bit you wake up?"
After waking up and debating whether lying through my teeth through a post for the sake of what some may telephone call "artistic license", I decided to become alee and actually brand the whole thing up. At to the lowest degree I'm beingness honest (or pretty cynical, take your pick) about the whole deal. And then, here it goes.
My Altogether is near (or "I know what you did terminal Christmas")
Good morning, Sacramento Empire Chronicles readers. Today, as James so well said, I'thousand writing this entry. Since I'grand God, I can do pretty much what I want to, but I gave you guys and girls costless volition – did I mention I also promised James a raise at piece of work, too if he let write a couple of lines hither? OK, I didn't. And before you complain about "heresy" or stuff like that, allow me remind y'all – this is all "for entertainment purposes only", so it'south all good! Please direct your complaints to The Vatican, Attn. Pope Adolf Ratzinger, he'll be sure to have care of them just as shortly equally he gets rid of all the pedophile priests in the globe. Information technology may have some time though, so please, be patient.
Without further ado, permit me tell you something that has been bugging me for quite a while. I was browsing through Facebook, checking out whether Buddha or Allah had accepted my Friendship requests (who am I kidding, We are all peachy pals!), when I noticed something on my "Latest News" (you've got to understand, with fourscore meg accounts to bank check out, things sometime take some fourth dimension).
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=181586928854
First of all – information technology strikes me as a flake odd that these guys are celebrating my birthday and didn't even invite me to it. But hey, I'm God – mayhap the Serins haven't all the same figured out my Facebook account. Then again, they apparently accept never plant me in real life, either, so why should things exist different in cyberspace?
Exhibit #ane.
Now, I know this is soooo terminal twelvemonth, but I'd however like to brand a couple of comments.
Number one: my Birthday shouldn't exist used as an excuse to get any gifts yous desire. Commencement of all: it's MY Birthday, not yours. Why should yous be getting games for your Nintendo DS, a PSP, or a date with Galina? Friends, wake up. All I ask from you is to love each other, to respect each other, and to forgive one another. Allright, I like gifts – I'll accept it. I loved the Golden, Frankincense and Myrrh the Three Wise Men gave me. I accept no problems with anyone expressing their beloved and amore through them. But come up on, yous guys are broke – I'd rather you guys pay your taxes and debts instead. Want proof?
Psalm 37:21
The wicked borrows but does non pay back, but the righteous is generous and gives.
Romans 13:ane-7
Let every person exist subject field to the governing government. For in that location is no potency except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgment. For rulers are not a terror to expert acquit, but to bad. Would you have no fear of the ane who is in authority? Then practice what is good, and you volition receive his approval, for he is God's retainer for your good. Only if you practice wrong, be afraid, for he does not comport the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God'south wrath on the wrongdoer. Therefore one must exist in subjection, not only to avert God's wrath only also for the sake of conscience. Owe no 1 anything, except to beloved each other, for the ane who loves some other has fulfilled the police force.
Matthew 22:17-21
Tell us, then, what yous think. Is it lawful to pay taxes to Caesar, or not?" But Jesus, enlightened of their malice, said, "Why put me to the test, yous hypocrites? Show me the coin for the tax." And they brought him a denarius. And Jesus said to them, "Whose likeness and inscription is this?" They said, "Caesar's." Then he said to them, "Therefore render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God'south."
Delight take notice. Nowhere did I say you were allowed to employ A4Vs to discharge debt, I didn't mention any "Sovereign" movement, and I certainly do not disregard using my proper name to support whatsoever of these nutjob theories. I sent you guys authorities because I hate chaos. And no, I couldn't have done amend – I did things perfectly well. Your governments may not be perfect considering you lot aren't; but they are admittedly necessary to preserve peace and some sort of order. Sure, sometimes stuff happens
Information technology'south non that I don't love you all – truly, I do, and I want to political party with yous here in Sky when the time is right – only hey, if you lot break the rules I ain't going to exist sending you miracles to salve your family from yourself all the time. Yes, I'k talking nearly you, Casey. You lot say you want a Phenomenon? I sent you to the United States! I practically fabricated sure y'all'd be happy AND prosperous! Anna, Aleksey, you wanted a family? I gave you five children! You say y'all are broke and tin can't pay your mortgage? I gave you non Ane, merely 2 good paying jobs!
You said you desire diversity? Your oldest son is gay, for crying out loud! (No, James. I did not say that – G.)
Besides, Casey, I want to accept a word with you.
Look Casey, I think it's fourth dimension for you to terminate following every fad yous run across. Your body works perfectly well – I gave you intestines, a colon, a liver, and I Know what else and so that you didn't need to give yourself cleanses. Sovereigns and Truthers have existed for every bit long as humanity has, just as doomsday preachers. And certainly, this whole "Falun Dafa" matter confuses me. Aren't you happy near being a Christian? Considering I remember you promising me you'd be a good boy if I saved your 8 homes just a couple of years ago.
Getting back to the Serin Family: hey, I gave you lot all a bunch of talents. And what is information technology that y'all practise with them? Take 1 of my most beautiful creations and plough it into a $40 piece of…. well, whatever?
But, since I'm Your Loving Father, I accept to correct your wrongs every now and then. It pains me to practice and so, I'd rather see you all happy, but I can't and won't assume responsability for your ain mistakes.
And Anna, no. The new await doesn't suit you, and worst of all, you aren't going to fool the G-Men with it. Only proverb.
Now, let'south really become on with it. It's actually pretty simple: Dear Serin family, at that place's a way out of this mess. Romans 13, 1-8. Fulfill your promises, pay back your debts, and celebrate my Christmas at peace with yourselves. I still take faith in you, even though James here is shaking his head in atheism and smiling. If he keeps that kind of behavior upwards, I'll make sure his honey life is even worse than information technology is right at present. See? He simply stopped laughing. There's no need for sovereignity, A4V's, conspiracy theories, Falun Dafa, Mao Tse Tung, the Miracle of Affect, or anything else y'all've tried. Yous nevertheless have time to ready things right earlier January, 2011.
Listen. Do you want to brand me happy this Birthday? There's something I'd want you to practice.
I give you lot a new commandment: love ane another. As I take loved you, so you also should love one another.
Oh, and one last annotation.
Go rid of that Tux, Casey. You look like a reject from Happy Anxiety.
Honey,
God.
—–
James Marks
I wonder if this post is in good sense of taste,
Nov 30th, 2010.
Source: https://jamesmarks.wordpress.com/2010/11/30/i-had-a-dream-last-night-or-james-almighty/
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