An ICBM is an InterContinentalBombasticMissile, k? Now, picture this: the BigDude, Jesus, is standing on some street corner waiting for the bombastic bus: traffic, people, noise - could be London, New Delhi, Charleston, or Shanghai with His business suit and cufflinks; look'n very sharp with a Derby hat, look'n very sauve and with-it, look'n like 777 billion bukks which He has in His overtly-stuffed-briefcase (and a whooooole lot more: the Almighty altruism's aloft with mo google-plexion [the visage received in Heaven]). Light dash of Polo? Maybe some Drakkar Noire? Smelling sweeet, baby, and attracting dem honeybees who wanna be close to their honey. Quite dashing, quite brilliant, Jesus Christ - a tall, sharp, young man, fulla moxie, got His briefcase and newspaper, couldn't be more than 33. Clean-shaven, blue-eyes, total biceps... He could literally 'coup d'état' the world --- So, as He's waiting for the bus, he notices the mountains faaar away: how an eagle on K2 scrapes a teeeny-weeeny flake of stone away each time she lands, no bigger than the tip-of-a-nanometer. Jesus boards the bus and smiles like me: a smirk causing a stimulant to grow because we know where we go at the endOday; Jesus causes time to slowly pass, too, as if you're dragging Boulder, CO to the summit. And Jesus does things, k? He's the 'agent d'provocateur'; He's the origination of deviation: He fixes the universe, He mends stars, He causes UFOs not to collide, and He comes back 777 billion years later, seeing another eagle doing the exact, same, thang: scraping the tip-of-a-nanometer off the mountain. HOW MANY YEARS WOULD IT TAKE TO GRIND DOWN THE MOUNTAIN INTO NTHN?? Precisely how long the length of eternity is. Don't ya understand? Don't ya git it??? 1-outta-1 croaks, pal, and going anywhere other-than-Heaven is such a damn foolish gesture you'd be much-mo-stupid than an I-beam which has an IQ of negative eleven, where you'll only have the Liar for a friend and what a killer friend he is --- Like in some High School graduation, Jesus is the ticker-tape, parade homecoming at the endOtime to separate the sheep-from-goats with His sublime, bubbly smile; like the back cover of one of the most awesome, Ramone's albums in existence 'Rocket To Russia', this flock makes up the fraternal union of all civilizations in His parable. The outlandishly-wild-goats were separated from the rest of the flock and placed on the outskirts of the inclusive pen each night so the sheep could take it easy and sleep in peace; the goats, on the other hand, had to then face the dangers of the night alone. Nevertheless, this kind of 'siftingNdividing' was a daily bore for the sedentary, shifty shepards as, unskillfully, they readied their unorthoDOCKS (the kind punx wear) animules (the way punx spell) for sleep each night. But, alas! the wild goats combined or, 'like-a-thief-in-the-night', withe sheep in the multitude for ten or so hours, thus, the goats made them a supreme annoyance for the poor sheepherder. In our oddly altruistic, guerrilla-political-story, then, these unfit 'goats', who don't have the bawls to wiseabove the sinfull, sinister world and who aren't even interested in repentance when the Warning comes, are then thrown-away into the Abyss o'Misery to crashNburn. Disco inferno, baby: like an ICBM exploding next2m for 777 billion years and longer; also, what they pass-up: profusionOpeace, plethoraOparadise, passionNprimetime, truly fitting-in like skin, nobody can ever take Heaven away from you - is beyond anything this world has to offer withe Hellish jealousy, spite, verbal abuse, anathema of poverty, the Fugliness of the Abyss. Satan Ain't Your Friend, pal, yet, I guess stupid people don't git head injuries --- In Jesus' time, fires in the valley of Gehenna, a suburb of New Jerusalem, were always kept burning to take-away the disgusting stench correlated withe incineration of trash, so the hardly affluent, first-century-audience of our LordNGod could quite easily make the connection between the stanky destiny of the 'goats' (evil, dagnasty people) and the repulsive runoff from the city in the valley called Gehenna. Yes, I'm a blistering, professional thinker --- You, man, you're the Light of the World; you know, better than I will ever know in my visible, declining years, what must change for your rise to greatness coupled with a mighty determination of humility. You're FULL of copious valour and 'savoir-faire' Yahoo!! Yeah, baby!! Sometimes, though, 'Light' can mean 'freedom' - a life-long-struggle only to be conquered when Christ the King helps. But, yet, only the time when we wiseabove to brand, new heights, when the stigmas of the whorizontal infection have divided us: a vast apathy of this nation, festering like some gaping, gangrenous wound in this land-of-the-lost, grotesque and thriving, growing extremely rampant withe atheism and egotistic splendor of the smelly BO, the demon - only you have the power to stop the disease by doing a heavy dose of penicillin made by that lovely, French dame. Puh-leeze don't do that to yourselves; don't just vote for an elephant or an @$$ which are nthn but idolatry which will pull U.S. furtherNfurther away from the realm we all wish to arrive at in our Last Hour, the Great Beyond --- Here's a new perspective for those of U.S. grasping this tremendous concept: HEAR YE! O HEAR YE!! Most people refuse to steal, yet, isn't abortion theft?? You and I know so, yet, we don't care; thus, Satan is attacking our youth now mo than ever: cars, clothes, cash, condumbs, calumny, contempt4courageNcourtesy... precisely because that's the only way the Liar can undermine morality in our society! Precisely because he's running outta time!! WHAT SHOULD I BELIEVE? Christ Jesus, Son of the Father, is the only true Path home. All the rest? Whorizontal façades. Why? You shall perish, everyone you know, everyone you meet... even I. Dead. Kick-the-bucket. Croaked. Otto, why so cynical? so different? Am I? Or am I just telling you what we all need to come to grips with? I've seen it all: the world slip-sliding into Hell. Unbelievable how most of U.S. still don't realize the filthy rich who control however the elections come-out have a power which is diminishing, yet, still in place on this whorizontal playing field ...OR you still don't recognize the correlation between the WTC destruction and mortal sin; you must desire to ask His forgiveness OR you will not have eternal life within you. More-than-ever, people now are taking the EasyPath through abortion, murder, suicide, autos, one-night-stands; I grew-up threw humility, pain, rage, and death of the only one I cared for and now, gee, she's vanished into the Great Beyond. Don't care what everyone thinks of you because everyone's doing IT. I don't. I know where my destiny is and it ain't here. Friend, only care what Jesus thinks of you. All that matters. The Wisdom of Catholicism is truly remarkable: who else began a choich besides the First ImmoRtal Soul? Love Jesus f.i.r.s.†

and foremost above anything else - your ticket to Heaven. You cannot be ignorant your whole life for ignorance leads to death. Think responsibly. Friends don't let friends go to Hell. I'm your friend. No, you ain't independant from God: while you have free will, dude, that does not make you independant. Some people promote a genuinely handsome idea, too: all true Christians, regardless of how they live, have an absolute assurance of salvation once they accept Jesus into their hearts. N-O-T. While the Bible makes it perfectly clear Christians have a moral assurance of salvation, the problem is this belief is contrary to the Bible: the Bible does not teach U.S. a guarantee of Paradise. However, if we continue to follow the Trinity, after we croak, Jesus will reward U.S. for being faithfull stewards in this finite existence. Yet, who's gonna do so when there's so much vanity in our world now? Will you??? 'I AM the One who runs the world. You're here to prepare for Heaven. You cannot make it to the Great Beyond on your own' -Jesus, voir dire (French: to speak truth)