Syria Genocide War Crimes

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Biblical stuff. Somebody wrote a fiction novel called The New Testament, followed by The Koran. When soldiers write fiction novels, like Sherlock Holmes, fake women pretend to believe in the fake men in them. Gee, I wonder why?

Jesus Meets the Woman at the Well

What if, say, she gave water to a dying man, and it worked.

It looked like I had no life ahead, the nuclear thing was going to win or WON ALREADY, you see, so I gave up on things and decided to take out one, just ONE, Jack the Ripper style attack. Never thought I'd get such a rancid opportunity. Looks like "god" there contrived it. Maybe, Syphilis did it again.

The girl in the commercial? She was supposed to be a Witch and save us all from drowning in nuclear shit. We're set to do so. We are already doing so. There IS NO TURNING BACK, and there is no "great future" up ahead. And half of you don't live through it, because you're "good people" or something. And the other half don't die in it because they are "bad people" or something.

Who, Jack? My husband thinks he is Jack. Even though his name is Remigio. He's Reggie from Archie Comics, apparently, instead of Remigio.

Up to you to decide what is "it" down below.

I'm not even getting away with having been a rape victim.

I ran into it for some reason, and DID take it out. So, something decided I only got raped and the whole thing was a set up just to get me raped and given syphilis and gonorrhea again, in too pat of a way. So "God" only knows what I have got, and what I'm dying of, but gee, it definitely is tertiary syphilis now. Heading for Quaternary, and I don't know, but I should die in a hospice and not on the street.

Of course, since "God" namely Death there will take care of me...I am stuck going, "So fucking what, I did give it the Old College Try" one way or another. Well, my daughter is just going to have to suffer from her weirdo space dreams not being fulfilled, I guess. Or, someday, she does, too.

Possibly, everyone on the planet is indeed a carrier of Leprosy.

But I may end up dying in the woods or on the street. Things are complicated, so complicated they replace me in the role of the leprosy carrier with the other ones, the white and racially pure looking ones. Or, whoever.

So they can "have the honor" of trying to be Evil and going to Eternal Hell. Trouble, is, while, they think they have an Imagination, they are all alike now, and going to eternal nowhere. And they all know there is no such Hell.

So, they are now all stuck going to Eternal Somewhere.

I doubt it's an eternal Planet Earth.

I guess they all need to go to Eternal Chosen Heterosexuality.

There is no such thing; we are all stuck being heterosexual.

So...thanks to extreme homophobia, nobody will ever be my friend.

Even though I'm obviously straight, not outside the human race, etc. Something else other than me has "decided" that I'm a lesbian. Meanwhile, I've decided that I'm heterosexual. So, I'm at a loss as to what to do. When I "come out of the closet," it becomes a cheering section and thinks that me being a lesbian (now, it does, but not before, when I was young and pretty) it the greatest thing in the universe. Or, it turns into that "one special girl or woman" and starts to take an interest in me funny. That one special person is my daughter Angela and nobody else.'s trying to force me, including my daughter Angela, into being a lesbian with my own kid. I'm not capable of doing so. She has already raped me several times and insisted that I need to "die in a fire." So I can't really love her anymore.

I do, but she is now constantly insisting I need to be poisoned to death. There is no such thing, and I will never be poisoned to death. So I'm in a limbo where I'm trying to get better, off of the poison, and it is making sure that I'm "mentally ill" by constantly imitating me, and being constantly "unable" to take care of me. It is my husband, Jack the Ripper, who fakes being deaf at me, even while he's genuinely going deaf, and who fucks me up the butt and calls me names like Bastard, etc. I tried calling him a nigger once or twice I think, but his response is, "YOU'RE THE NIGGER, I'M A GIRL NEXT TO YOU, AND I HAVE NO MERCY BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE IS ON MY SIDE NOW, SO BLACK MEN ARE GIRLS NOW BECAUSE OF YOU!"

And I'm forced to agree with that now, you see.

Why? Who knows.

So fucking what.

Hi, Richard and everyone, welcome to me being "the woman at the Well."

I gave him the water the right way, and he died anyway, you see. There just is no right way to give a dying man the water, that is it. Jesus was a dying man, so there IS NO RIGHT WAY TO GIVE HIM THE WATER, IDIOTS.

My husband is now bull-whipping me, instead of letting me quit my job. He thinks because he stopped doing that, it matters. Meanwhile, he KNOWS he's Jack the Ripper, like everyone else does. Know they are Jack, that is, not Jill. Everyone on the planet thinks they are Jack, not Jill, by now. Everyone.

Because if they thought otherwise, Jesus Jack would kill them. Magic Jack, for example. It's a product that does NOT work in "real life" at all. In some small ways, maybe partly, so they keep selling the product, you see.

The A-Bomb and the H-Bomb don't start with the Letter J, folks.

Women all have an "inner man" is what the problem actually is. It shows from time to time, and we want ALL OUR mommies to be "totally female" at all times. Other than that, they would be a "lesbian" and there is supposed to be only two of them and fit into a "tiny" little island (that hold over a million people, folks) called Lesbos. For the last time, I'm not a lesbian, nor can you "talk me" into it. And it DOESN'T save you politically, or anything at all, in any way, shape or form.

So you laugh a lot at torturing me, and think you're "getting away" with it. In short, you've sold your souls completely to ISLAM, you blind fools. The "getting away" with it is a thing from ISLAM, YOU BLIND, IGNORANT FOOLS. 800 years ago, it's "getting away" with it that started counting.


Hello, little j. You're Jack, like everyone else. If you have to be a reaction back to that kind of thing, you're stuck being it. At all times, as an absolute. The only other thing you can be is the stereotypical picture of the "weird queer" who just takes it, and doesn't ever do anything back, forever.

I even did stuff back, and it's still coming to get me. It never counted that I ever did anything back, why, I shall never know. Nor did it count that I "did stuff back," you see, and that is not the reason why. Sorry, it is NOT it. I am stuck being "it" for some unknown reason. You are now on the road to Me-dom is what I have figured out. You are set to be the following act AFTER me.

It may take awhile. Well, you were dying anyway, I guess. I've got no way to save you from my unchosen fate, so I guess you are very doomed to it. Meanwhile, a moment on a street corner comes back...maybe 80% of you are just fine, you have lives, and nothing will ever be that wrong with them. But it keeps saying otherwise. It keeps saying to me that you are 100% doomed, not just to die individually one day, but to an even worse fate than the one I am doomed to.

Maybe it's just syphilis, on parade again, claiming I need to spread it around. It's trying to convince me of something I cannot do, and it should know by now that as a woman, which I will forever be, I cannot do such a thing. It is completely beyond me, so of course I shall never bother to even "try" to do so.

I'm racially impure, not Jewish, so there will always be an excuse for it. In my case, I don't know whether or not I'm a carrier of leprosy. And human ignorance is always the reason, not the excuse. So I'm doomed and don't know why. I've been too alone in my "racial impurity" all along, and have no idea why.

No, I'm not a lesbian, or even mentally ill. It's actually all been happening, on some weird abstract level, like I'm permanently in The Twilight Zone. And I'm not a racist, racism is quite real...Blacks are emotionally retarded, for example. And other horrible things like that, that are real in Real Life. And whites are powerless, and their evil is they look at me and go "See what a cute kid you are!" And they are the same as me, and they go it anyway. Even when they are more racially impure than I am, yet, so that is what it will be for me for life now.

I'm 50+ years old, and "deep inside" I'm not a cute kid. Even though regression kicks in somewhat, I'm well aware of being 50+ years old.

I think my family isolated me out, so I could suffer from the racism involved. I think they did it on purpose, and that is the foot I'm stuck hopping on for life. So I was born without a family, it seems. Both of my sisters claim this is so in both of their cases. So I don't know what I could ever do about that. If I'm feeling any less sour, I shall find myself jumping from a very Dark Tower...there's a million racially pure white guys in my boat, so, what can you do?

So, the idea is to blame the racially impure women in this story by making them pregnant, so that the wonderful leprosy behind their racial impurity can carry forward unto infinity. The idea is, leprosy wins, we lose. Leprosy is ten thousand times OLDER than the human race. So if we pollute the globe (we should die trying to) at least we will take a subhuman monster named LEPROSY with us!

Pray to Jesus? He's Julius Ceasar, our usual creep, and what can you do. Not much. Maybe, fake being a Puritan, and pretend you never had sex and/or never did anything wrong in your life. Or, anything "that wrong." Just like I tend to do. Well, I dunno, but I guess I only tried to do everything right at that. It's just that word lets you know that there is NO way to do everything "right."

Two of "right" you see. Wedding ring is on the left hand. Am married to a man, not a woman, while you are SURE I am married to a woman. I even voted for that, thinking it is a "harmless" human behavior. It really ought to be one.

So blame the Jews for it like "we" usually do, I guess. Isn't that what they are there for? No? Well, their women take the blame for everything. Their guys are now born knowing there is something wrong with women. So they become evil, or are now born Evil, so who knows. Gee, who knows and all.

So...fuck with a Jewish girl today, Jewish guy, and etc. I guess.

Might be the only way "he" can. Because he thinks he's Jewish, not a male human being, and you think you're Christian, not a male human being. And you think you're Muslim, not a male human being

So...good luck, Lord Jim, you're going to need it.

(Sermon for the Third Sunday in Lent, February 27, 2005, based on John 4:21-26, presented by Pastor Jim Kniseley at Resurrection)

Dear Friends in Christ,

Today in this sermon we’re going to see Jesus daring to confront the status quo of his day on extremely sensitive issues like race, religion, politics and the role of women.  If you have ever wondered what could have gotten the Jewish leaders so upset that they wanted to put Jesus to death, you are going to find out today some of the reasons.  Don’t be surprised that some of these issues still have the power to upset some folks today…

It is the gospel-writer John who gives us the story of Jesus and the Woman at the Well.  His account takes up most of the 4th chapter.  I thought I would do you a favor today and have you sit for this story, as I tell it in my own words…

Let me set the stage.  Jesus and the disciples take a short cut through the area that is called Samaria.  Good Jews of that day stayed away from Samaria because they had been taught that these folks were racially impure and you just don’t get near them.  This had been said for so many generations that even the people of Samaria began believing and acting as if this were the truth.  Many there saw themselves as survivors, just eking out their existence from day to day, having no good hope for the future.

In case you think that I am just speaking historically, I have a personal story to tell.  In 1995 I led a tour group to Israel.  There was a temporary window of peace in the hostilities between the Israelis and the Palestinians, and we were permitted to drive through this region in order to visit Jacob’s Well.  While so much of Israel is prosperous, with fine roads and houses and fields of crops, this area was dirt-poor with people living in shacks with no electricity.  You definitely know that these people have little to look forward to today…

John tells us that Jesus and his disciples take that short cut through Samaria on their way back to Galilee.  It is a hot summer’s day.  They stop off in the village of Sychar in order to get some water and food.  The disciples head off to get the food and Jesus goes over to the well and sits down.

An unnamed Samaritan woman comes by to draw water.  Now this is how the scene should have happened.  He, a Jewish man and a rabbi, should have had no contact whatsoever with her.  He should not even have looked at her, and she should have kept her distance, because she knew she was simply dirt in his mind.

Jewish rabbis in Jesus’ day were encouraged not to teach or even speak with women.  Teaching a woman was considered “obscene.”

Jesus does speak with her and asks, “Will you give me a drink?”  She is astonished and replies, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan. How can you ask me for a drink?”

Then Jesus begins his teaching to her:  “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”

“Sir,” the woman said, “you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep.  Where can you get this living water?  Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his flocks and herds?”

Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst.  Indeed the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

Here’s a little-known fact about this woman.  She is the first person that Jesus tells that he is the Messiah.  She said to Jesus, “I know that the Messiah (called the Christ) is coming.  When he comes, he will explain everything to us.”  Then Jesus declared, “I who speak to you am he.”

This story is a vignette in the life of Jesus.  But it reveals so much about the heart of God and the mission of the Church. 

God loves all people, not just a select few.  God does not even see barriers of race or culture or politics or gender.  The good news of Jesus Christ is for everyone.  Prejudice and bigotry have no place in the Church.  Where it occurs, Christians should be constantly at work combating it.

Early in my ministry, I was pastor at a church that had a bus ministry.  We would canvass the neighborhoods on Saturdays inviting families with children to ride the bus to our church.  It seemed like a success with 3 busloads coming to participate in Sunday School and Worship.  But I remember the day when a delegation from the Sunday School Department came to our Council Meeting.  Here was their beef.  They had signed up to teach when everyone coming was like us.  “Now we have kids from the poor section of town, some have parents who aren’t even married, and do you see how they are dressed?  If you are going to do this bus ministry, bring them at another time on Sundays…”  We continued that ministry, but at the expense of losing some teachers who had extremely strong feelings.

The woman at the well had quite a personal background, one she was not proud of.  She had been married five times and presently she was living with someone who was not her husband.  What impressed her about Jesus was how he treated her.  While so many were prone to see her for all her faults and weaknesses, Jesus looked at her as a child of God who needed to be reminded that God loves her and she can see herself as one who has value because of that love.

This acceptance and not just the expected rejection is what propels her to tell everyone she sees in the village of Sychar what she experienced at the well.  Johns says they even came from neighboring towns to meet and hear Jesus.  Here is how John ends this vignette:

Many of the Samaritans from that town believed in him because of the woman’s testimony.  “He told me every thing I ever did.”  So when the Samaritans came to him, they urged him to stay with them, and he stayed two days.  And because of his words many more became believers.

They said to the woman, “We no longer believe just because of what you said; now we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this man really is the Savior of the world.”

In our day, may God inspire each and every one of us to tell others about how Jesus has come into our lives.  And may we too break down all those barriers created by human hands that keep people from knowing the love of God for all people.