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its the end of the world in back on my feet again

  • May 28, 2026, 7:47 p.m.
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long ago in a valley far away...

one of our ancestors looked up from his poppy seeds and saw in the sky...

something that looked a lot like god...

he asked his friend what he saw in the sky and his friend saw a completely different god...

those who saw god number one went to war with those who saw god number two and so it was humanity was born...

as we evolved from stoned apes to upright people we have found ways to hate...

sure our gods tell us not to hate, not to kill but it really is up to interpretation what be kind and don't kill actually means...

the god of Christianity, although being the real god, is still very new...

he is very clear about a great many things...

no other gods before him...

no tattoos...

don't eat the scampi...

NO BACON...

do not kill...

well don't kill anybody but my son...

time passes as time does...

and in the name of a god who said don't kill we wrack up bodies like cord wood...

we build cities, nations, platforms and regimes...

when we got back from the moon we created a world without substance...

a brand new universe filled with the promise of utopia and yet...

the world wide web has become a seven ring circus of filth and debauchery...

and along comes the Rights Marshal Fauci goose stepping to the tune of "I cured aids!'

you cant go out without a mask...

you cant live your life to the freedoms god gave you because i know better than god about an illness that kills next to no one...

 now you cant go out with a mask cause that's suspicious and you are not conforming to the way...

and this is the way...

thou shalt hate...

thou shalt kneel...

thou shat not look up...

thou shalt cancel... 

thou shalt fear words...



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