Deprogrammers…

   I ain’t hiring you to deprogram me just because you don’t know your head from your ass. Opinions may vary about what you know. I ain’t hiring you to perform an exorcism on me just because you don’t know your head from your ass. Opinions may vary about what you know. Opinions may vary about who you know. I ain’t giving you anything or everything I own just because you don’t know your head from your ass. I ain’t your 14 year old to bash just because you don’t know your head from your ass. Opinions may vary about what you know. Am I the only one that knows how to read or something? Opinions may vary.

Author: M. Green2007

A return to the HIV/AIDS debate…

   What if the HIV/AIDS virus did come from Africa via the Negro? What if the Negro caught it from a monkey even after they knew that they could? What if the Negro is purposely spreading the HIV/AIDS virus to their unwilling recipients? Is the history of the slave trade related to the spread of the HIV/AIDS virus? Since they first began selling each other into slavery has the Negro known that they were selling those infected with the HIV/AIDS virus? What if the Negro is purposely infecting himself with the HIV/AIDS virus? What if the Negro is purposely trying to infect the population of the White community with the HIV/AIDS virus? I may know something different than you about this or something different than you are willing to admit. If you are not willing to admit it then the world may never know. You cannot prove that I don’t understand you (at least in this instance) better than you thought either. What if I’m right? What if the Negro would perjure himself to save his own buttocks or the buttocks of another member of his own race? Opinions may differ. How sympathetic should we be?

   I have read stories of some sailors screwing natives of various foreign locales during some of their sea voyages. I have also read some stories of at least some slave owners screwing some of their slaves. How long has the Negro been infecting the White population with the HIV/AIDS virus? Have you dug up any of the bodies of those early slave owners to see if any of them were infected with the HIV/AIDS virus? What if the HIV/AIDS virus has been running rampant in the White culture for longer than you think? George Washington was a slave owner and he is dead. The same can be said of many others. If those early slave owners were infected with the HIV/AIDS virus and they infected their wives…

   If those early slave owners were infected with the HIV/AIDS virus and the HIV/AIDS virus mutates then how many mutations has the HIV/AIDS virus undergone? At one point there were some slaves of African origin in what is now the U.K. Is their HIV/AIDS dilemma similar to ours? How many “varieties” of the HIV/AIDS virus are there really? What if we are all dying of HIV/AIDS? What if we all did not ask to?

    If  the HIV/AIDS virus is the “judgment of God” and all of the White population is unknowingly infected with the HIV/AIDS virus then I’d say that we are all screwed up our asses in a most painful way. This is especially true of the heterosexual community because nobody ever thought to disinter the bodies of any of those early slave owners and test them for the HIV/AIDS virus and so the heterosexual community will be more surprised at the time of their demise. At least some other members of the White population know that they are either at risk or already infected.

    Some of you also seem to be confusing your religious fanaticism with your scientific knowledge and thereby confusing at least some of the “masses.” Shame on you. Some of you are ignoring scientific data due to your religious fanaticism and thereby confusing at least some of the “masses.” Shame on you. Will you be judged for this? You just were. You should be ashamed of yourselves for misleading others. What if our scientists don’t even know what healthy is? The ascent into Hell may be shorter than you think. For some if not all of us.

    I’d stand you with your nose in a corner for a very long time as punishment for your behavior if I could. That may be better than you deserve but that may also be the only thing that I could make you do. You’d have a long time to ponder the error of your ways with your nose stuck in a corner. Preferably a dark, cold, cobwebby corner… Just tell them that the “Blare Witch” sent you… I love it loud. It just may NOT be your sermonizing/shouting/ranting. Opinions may vary. I wanna rock & roll all night… Beauty is in the ears of the beholder. Now you know. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Now you know. Opinions may differ.

Author: M. Green2007

All will be well…

  I’ll just hide a spare beer in the car and smoke some “weed” and I’ll feel no pain whether you do or not and all will be well… I will just say that my religion is satisfying for everybody whether it is or not and all will be well. I will just say that my politics satisfy everyone whether that is the case or not and all will be well.  Is this you?

   I  never claimed to be the ultimate fount of wisdom but I do know that sometimes I do  well to know or say what satisfies me. That much I will admit. Can you say the same? What if all is NOT well just because you say so? What if  all is never well? What if this  is NOT my fault?  Everybody is supposed to subscribe to your favorite “pet” theory and all will be well. What if this is NOT so? Not ever. Then what? Hmm.

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The heterosexual dilemma…

   Being around my father is enough to make anybody gay (homosexual) and being around my mother is enough to make anybody straight (heterosexual). Being either one is enough to prevent me from getting  laid or get me killed.

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Batteries…

    My maternal Grandfather taught me not to handle exploded flashlight (electric torch) batteries.  He also taught me to  wash my hands after handling flashlight batteries. The batteries in my cd player are deader than Hell. What will you give me to put them in your flashlight?

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Ecstasy…

  Are you confusing your sexual orgasm (ecstasy) with your spiritual satisfaction? Opinions may vary. Are you confusing your sexual orgasm (ecstasy) with love? Opinions may vary. Are you confusing your sexual orgasm (ecstasy) with knowledge? Are you confusing your sexual orgasm (ecstasy) with wisdom? Are you confusing your sexual orgasm (ecstasy) with peace? Are you confusing your sexual orgasm (ecstasy) with my own? Opinions may vary. Are you confusing your sexual orgasm (ecstasy) with other peoples thoughts? Opinions may vary. Now you know.

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Hedging your bets…

  Many years ago I started studying a particular form of Witchcraft & Catholicism simultaneously. I eventually came to the private decision that I would not convert to Catholicism because I just don’t agree with it and it does not agree with me. While I was still studying both I sometimes wore a t-shirt with an inverted pentagram on it. It eventually wore out. I recently found another one that I bought & sometimes wear.

   During the useful lifetime of that first pentagram t-shirt, I sometimes wore it to church which I irregularly attended. My church attendance is even more irregular now. At any rate, the local Catholics who were also at church with me all those years ago apparently noticed my inverted pentagram t-shirt and felt slighted on behalf of their God.

   Years after I decided not to convert to Catholicism because of my own enlightened opinion, I escorted a curious non-Catholic to a Christmas Mass one dark midnight. While we were there an old Catholic acquaintance made some snide remark to me about my long worn out inverted pentagram t-shirt. Basically, he accused me of hedging my bets by me finally beginning to practice the Christian religion on top of Witchcraft. Which I was Not and will not do.

   He also commented on the fact that he and his fellow “Knights of Columbus” were students of the occult and he at least thinks that they know it all. They don’t know the One that I worship very well. He also finally deduced that I had been worshipping someone different than the Catholic “God” or Christian “God” during Catholic Mass in a Catholic Church. He was utterly shocked at the idea and then asked me how it could be that “God” was letting me continue to live after I had privately worshipped the Devil in a Catholic Church during a Catholic Mass. He actually sounded perplexed.

   I was living in a travel trailer at the time and I had an inverted brass crucifix hanging over my window inside the trailer. This same Catholic man saw that inverted crucifix from the doorway and soon ran away. He looked utterly appalled to say the least… He made some small remark about my inverted crucifix which I no longer recall and I started snickering at him and he turned a little pale and practically ran away screaming… Then I had to laugh.

   Unfortunately, he tried to get me in trouble with the law after that among other things and tried to make my stay unpleasant. I am a citizen of the U.S. times three. He is not. He is French Canadian and only here on a work visa. One of my not so distant ancestors was French and before he married a Native American & settled in Indiana, he lived in Canada. He was born in France and moved to “the new world” seeking his fortune. His descendants (except me) are all Protestant. Just because I ain’t Protestant doesn’t mean that I desire to convert to either Catholicism or any Protestant sect.

   I am what I am. What if I found peace that day long ago while privately worshipping the Devil in that Catholic Church during that Catholic mass? I did privately worship the Devil in a Catholic Church during a Catholic mass. I will not hesitate to do it again. I’d be happy to oblige whenever you feel the need to have your “church” privately desecrated. The same will happen in whatever Protestant church, Jewish “Sin”agogue, Moslem mosque, Mormon Temple and/or any other place that you can or cannot name and/or are or are not naming, etc… that you drag me into. Nothing is sacred to you “people” anyway so who are you to complain? Are you jealous because you cannot duplicate the feat? Annoying ain’t it? My master (who is Satan & shall remain Satan) sends you his greetings… Hail, Satan!

  I know what Kevlar is by the way and I may be able to locate some lonely Kevlar. I also may be able to legally acquire enough money to legally acquire some lonely Kevlar (among other things) and provide it with a good home. After your religion failed me is when I began to worship the Devil named Satan. After your Bible failed me is when I began to worship the Devil named Satan. Don’t you ever forget it. I won’t. Do you play in much unholy water? Are you hedging your bets by worshipping the Devil named Satan? You may wish you had. Hail, Satan!

Author: M. Green2007

“The Devil named Satan made me worship Him.” God

“ The Devil named Satan made me do it.” God

“The Devil named Satan made me worship Him instead of me.” God

Freedom…

   Freedom is defined as not having to worry about some clown trying to shove his/her particular variety of “democracy” up my ass.

Author: M. Grren2007

How to dismantle an atomic bomb…

   Which one of you fools built the damned thing? Did I say that out loud? Oops.

   I grew up under the shadow of the threat of nuclear war and the “atomic bomb.” There was a bomb shelter under every bank & trust as well as the backyard of my neighbor. That’s the rumor. Like it or not.

   The “happy go lucky” days of bicycles, ice cream cones & candy apples were always overshadowed with the threat of impending doom. Would the “Reds” (Communists) strike? Who knew?

   Nowadays, the “cold war” is mostly over. However, various threats (shadows) remain to cloud the days. Will we end up “eating one” anyway because of  some Arabian country or dictator  or other foreign power that has mostly been forgotten but was once a powerful influence such as, Fidel Castro or Adolph Hitler?

   The “wall” separating East Germany from West Germany finally fell but what does this portend? Hopefully, better things for  Germany. Pardon me for being a skeptic though. My maternal Grandfather fought against the Nazis during World War II. I am an American citizen times three but I am still part German and I constantly see proof that history repeats itself partly because people seem to forget about past events & their influence on modern society.

   In an ideal world,  we  could all live together in peace, John & Yoko could have wedded and resided anywhere they chose, people would have enough money and enough to eat. Unfortunately, this does not seem to be a perfect world. Many times, happiness (even the fleeting kind) is in too short supply.

   I’m not exactly an expert on current events. I have noticed that many of those younger than I have no clue as to their own history. This may become one of the reasons that history will one day repeat itself in an unfriendly or deadly manner. Will it be the death of  me? This is a valid concern.

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Russian roulette…

   Once upon a time… I did not know what this was. My father told me what it was when I was in the seventh grade then he offered to shoot me to further educate me on the subject. He butted his nose into a private conversation that I was having with my half-brother. We were NOT arguing or waging a personal physical war with each other. We were playing “Battleship” and somehow the subject came up and neither my half-brother or myself  knew what it was.

  There is another definition of “Russian roulette” nowadays. It’s when death is a “gift” from somebody else via HIV/AIDS. This “gift” is NOT free. You pay to die. Life is not necessarily a “gift” from you just because you know how to screw. The life of another is not necessarily yours to take away whether it be in a fit of pique or whatever. I could just as easily have been born dead. Since that is not the case then perhaps you do not hold the keys to life & death. Perhaps you don’t necessarily need to hold the keys to life & death.

   Why would anybody want/need you to teach me about their mortality? If you are NOT dead then how could you personally teach me about death or the afterlife? Some (if not all) of you people are weird. If you had no control over my conception, gender, birth or survival then perhaps you have/need no control over my life. At least for a while, I have survived despite your best efforts to thwart that survival. Perhaps some (if not all) of you are bigger failures than you thought. I belong to me. I am mine. Russian roulette is never when you kill me.

   Russian roulette is when you kill you. Russian roulette is only when you kill you. Russian roulette is suicide. Dead is dead. Some of you lust after Armageddon. You sincerely desire the demise of others as well as the destruction of this world. You desire Armageddon because you don’t want to wait to receive your “heavenly reward.” You want immediate satisfaction. You are nothing short of murderers in your hearts. You may not be pulling the trigger but you sincerely desire the deaths of others nonetheless and your desire makes you guilty of murder.

   You desire Armageddon & The Tribulation. You want others to suffer while you are not suffering. Does your desire to  see others suffer and/or die make you a “God” or a demon? Why is it you don’t look like “God?” What if every “God”  ever written about, heard of or discussed was made in the image of man instead of vice versa? What if “God” was a woman? What if “God” is a woman?  Opinions may differ. Who do you resemble? I resemble both of my parents.

   I was born prematurely. I only weighed lbs., 13 ozs. When I was born. I was not expected to survive. Then I caught pneumonia and nearly died. I was born with a heart murmur that was never surgically corrected and I was not expected to survive. I am now 41 years of age and I no longer have a murmur  in my heart. Nobody cared enough about me to have the heart murmur surgically corrected. I no longer try to have a relationship with my parents nor am I seeking one. Get over it! That is my right & privilege.

   Don’t take any wooden nickels children.

Volunteers…

   If you volunteer to make a mess out of my life for free then you proceed to make a mess out of my life then maybe you should volunteer to repair the damage you do to my life for free. Maybe you should volunteer to clean up the mess you make out of my life for free. If you volunteer then it is on your own head. Not mine.

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Religion…

   Why  can’t I practice my religion the way that I want? If you Christians are to not be “worldly” and you are to be focused on your own religion and/or spirituality then how is that you lose your focus long enough to notice my religion and/or my politics and/or my clothing, etc. (Ad nauseum) Everybody else practices their religion the way that they want and I am NOT the one sending somebody else’s baby off to fight in a war. I ain’t the one mollycoddling the privileged and possibly undeserving few either.

   What if I do practice my religion differently than you and that is the way that it is supposed to be?   What if  the way I practice my religion is the only valid path for me despite your contempt? Opinions may vary. What if the religion that you practice is never the valid path for me? Opinions may vary. Go back to sleep already.  It’s the only time that I get any peace and quiet (or is it quite a piece of ass)? Do you have  an “off” button  that  I can push? Your mouth seemeth to runneth over (unlike  your brain). If the way that I practice my religion pleases "God" or whatever deitie(s) need to be pleased then who are you to complain?

Author: M. Green2007

The Vietnam War…

    The Vietnam Conflict (War) was fought because some clown in Washington, D.C. decided to institute a democracy in a non-American country known as Vietnam. The natives of Vietnam decided to stick democracy up the asses of their invaders which happened to include various members of the United States Armed Forces. They did not invade us so we were not defending our own democracy.

   Being a Vietnam veteran is not as respectable as being an American veteran of the Revolutionary War where at least one of my maternal ancestors fought to gain the colonists freedom from oppression and to gain us a democratic government and a country known as the United States of America.

   When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and attacked our democracy, there were many who jumped up to defend our democracy known as the United States of America. I am descended on my paternal side from an American veteran of World War II. Both sides of my American family originally hale from southern states. At least one of my paternal relatives fought on the side (either officially or unofficially) on the Northern side during the Civil War. Apparently they like dark meat and they want the Black man to be free but they do not want me to be free and there ain’t no African blood in my veins.

   Defending or creating our own personal democracy is not the same as our invasion of Vietnam. Our troops were obviously not welcome in Vietnam so they shot at them. At least some Vietnam veterans seem to be insulted because the Vietnamese shot at them during the Vietnam War. Why did some of the fools reinlist to be further used as a target for Vietnamese guns if they detested being used for target practice?

   There were many anti-Vietnam demonstrations during the Vietnam War. Hippies take the credit for some of them. There were at least a few “hippies” who fought in one or another of the United States Armed Forces during the Vietnam War. Some Hippies fought against the Vietnamese during the Vietnam War. Many Vietnam veterans listened to “Hippie” music while they were fighting in Vietnam. They did not complain about the “hippie” music while they were fighting the Vietnam War because it reminded them of their distant home, the United States of America.

   Their whining now is not that impressive. I say we turn Yasgur’s Farm, that long ago site of “Woodstock” into a “Woodstock” museum where freedom was celebrated by a few impoverished “hippies” during “Woodstock.” Hippies were celebrating their freedom & youth at “Woodstock.” Are at least some of you Vietnam veterans jealous because your “beer garden” was Vietnam? Are you annoyed because you got drunk in Vietnam and raised Hell and the Vietnamese took offense? Are you annoyed that the Vietnamese did not generally just fall into your bed for a spontaneous orgy? If you don’t buy the cow then you probably ain’t going to get any milk nor are you owed any.

    Some Vietnam veterans were in Vietnam during the Vietnam War because they had made mistakes before they left the United States, such as impregnating & deflowering underage girls whom they would not then financially support or be faithful to and therefore did not stay married to. I am the product of such a relationship. Some of you are fortunate that you did not go to jail for rape. One of you Vietnam veterans wanted to produce your own heir and I am the result of your first attempt at heir-making. I am the one that was less important than your continued skirt-chasing, partying & the continued proving of your manhood via heir-making. By your own admission you are not that good in bed to begin with.

   Don’t blame me for your dilemma. You had the option of financially supporting your new family, not skirt-chasing & partying or being divorced and drafted into one of the U.S. Armed Forces and sent to fight in the Vietnam War. You chose to become divorced and be drafted into one of the U.S. Armed Forces and then sent to fight in the Vietnam War. You knew what your options were back then and you chose the Vietnam War over fatherhood. You are the only one to blame for your Vietnam era choice. Your continued whining about your own lack of Vietnam era wisdom is unimpressive. We should have a “Woodstock” museum instead of a Vietnam War memorial commemorating a bunch of immature baby killing Vietnam era U.S. soldiers. What were you U.S. boys celebrating in your Vietnam War era Vietnam beer-garden? I doubt if it was the joy of a fatherhood that could have kept you from participating in the Vietnam War.

Author: M. Green2007

LSD…

    LSD supposedly makes you know what love is. Opinions may vary. I have never “done” LSD and I know that not everybody (if anybody) loves me. What’s your problem? I can just see people lining up to be members of my fan club and the number  of that crowd is zero. You may as well get over it. I did. But LSD will teach you about love. That’s where those bad “trips” come from… Unless  the bad “trips” are just reality overloading your  circuits (brain). Opinions  may vary.

   Many of you claim that your religion, “God” or  whatever will teach everybody else what love is. What if this is NOT the case? What if you don’t know what love is or how to love others? Opinions may vary.

Author:  M. Green2007

Thou shalt not…

Ex. 20:13

Thou shalt not kill.

Why does this apply to everybody except you?

1 Cor. 13:11

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

   I have been cursed more than once to hear this or that minister preach that everybody except him needs to put away the things of a child. Here are a couple of my questions regarding this subject. Why is it that only adults can buy some of them? Why is it that everybody except him needs to grow up? What if they were preaching to the wrong person? If “God” is pissed off at me then “He” knows where to find me…

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Revivals…

  Many years ago, I attended a great many of them. Revive yourself.

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Smoking…

   The smokers of tobacco cigarettes have Civil Rights too. Some of us work, vote, volunteer for military service, pay taxes, serve in the military, etc… (ad nauseum). Your Civil Rights end where ours begin. If you don’t like breathing our cigarette smoke then don’t you breath. At least the germs we may carry are killed by the cigarette smoke. You non-smokers cannot say the same. What if we don’t like breathing your germ laden air?

Now repeat after me:

   I pledge allegiance to the fag, of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, One nation, under God, with Liberty and Justice for all.

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They taste like chicken…

   Cats, Christians, Moslems, Jews, Mormons, Catholics, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Seventh Day Adventists, Voodooists all taste like chicken. That’s why I like them. Chicken is tasty in a gumbo recipe. Chicken is also tasty fried.

Author: M. Green2007

Fundamental Baptist Girls Homes…

   My “mother” put me in one of these against my will and they shoved the Bible down my throat and up my ass. My mother is wont to shove the Bible down my throat and up my ass. She claims to be an atheist. After shoving her Bible down my throat and up my ass and having others shove the Bible down my throat and up my ass she has the nerve to complain about the fact that I had the Bible shoved down my throat and up my ass and blames me for being forced to study the Bible.

   My mother also blames me for the fact that her mother shoved the Bible down her throat and up her ass before I was born. I quit going to church many years ago and I am happier that way. I am now a “born again” Pagan. Paganism suits me better. I usually try to keep my proselytizing to a minimum. Unlike my family.  However, there is a time to speak and this is mentioned in the Bible.

    I had to leave the Fundamental Baptist Girls Home. I would not have a valid high school diploma if I had not. Possibly, I would be dead. Certainly, more miserable. Would my mother like to have the Bible stuck down her throat or up her ass even more? After I reached my majority and left home, my parents were no longer my boss. I reached my majority in 1984. I do not honor the agreements of my parents nor do I pay their debts.

Author: M. Green2007

Family values…

   What if “family values” are what the homosexual says they are? My parents will never prove differently.

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Great Expectations…

   Is the name of a particular book as well as an unrelated song by the rock & roll band named KISS. Many people have expectations. It happens to everybody sooner or later. In the United States of America, American citizens are taught to expect that their “Civil Rights” will be respected and NOT violated, especially if they are a citizen times three.  At least not on their home turf. Life in these United States does NOT always live up to the expectations of American citizens times three.

   My maternal Grandfather had a few expectations. He expected my father to do the honorable (Irish) thing & marry my mother whom he had impregnated & deflowered. My maternal Grandfather was part Irish. Some of his expectations may have been at least partly based upon his racial heritage. White people have a racial heritage too.

   My biological father is not ever even slightly Irish & certainly never more than slightly Irish or anything better. He did not understand then and does not understand now why he should do the honorable thing. He expected to be patted on the head for ruining the honor of then underage mother by impregnating her and deflowering her.

   My parents did finally wed each other before I was prematurely born. The two families remain bitter toward each other to this day. Shortly after my birth my parents divorced. Because he stubbornly refused to financially support his new family and/or stop chasing skirts and/or partying my mother divorced him and my father found himself divorced & drafted into the U.S. Army & on his way to fight in the Vietnam War. He brought that much of his fate upon himself. At least he lived through the Vietnam War & eventually returned to America. Many did not. Some of the bitterness is still aimed at me and it always has been.

   On good days, I sometimes still expect life to be at least a little fairer toward me. This seldom occurs. Nearly every hour of every day is an uphill battle. What are your expectations?

Author: M. Green2007

Wrap it up. I’ll take it…

    Is it Sir Elton John? Does it have it’s loud moments like me? Does it have it’s boisterous moments like me? Is it a book about Witchcraft that I can own & cherish? Is it a rock & roll recording that I can own & cherish? Is it a pair of Levi trousers that I can own, wear & cherish? Is it something that you detest? Is it something or someone that you shun? Wrap it up. I’ll take it, make it my own and cherish it. Pardon me for exercising my Right to Choose. I never adopt your favorite “pet” theory just because your mouth flies open or even if and when it does not.

Author: M. Grren2007

Things are tough all over…

   The dish you are currently being served is too tough for you to chew? You should have thought of that before you ordered it from the menu.

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Lesbians…

   I still ain’t  one and you still ain’t healed one. I ain’t a lesbian just because you want to shit in somebody else’s mouth. Lesbians supposedly shit in the mouths of other people and they seldom bathe. Or so I have been told by lesbians as well as non-lesbians. When did I personally shit in your mouth? I’ve also been told that some gay (homosexual) men sometimes shit in the mouths of other gay (homosexual) men and some of them seldom bathe. Ain’t life grand?

   I ain’t a lesbian just because you want someone to dominate, rape, bash, kill, or otherwise abuse. I have the right to defend myself and two can dominate.

Author: M. Green2007

Vows…

   You never take vows for another. I took a vow of non-silence. I took a vow of wealth. What if I took a vow to screw somebody else up their ass? I took a vow of non-celibacy. Be careful who you say that you know. Be careful what you say that you know. Be careful who you say it about. I took a vow to wear trousers on my own body (ass). I took a vow to worship only Satan. I took a vow to defend myself. I took a vow to build my own Satanic/Witchcraft library. I took a vow to never let you burn or otherwise destroy my property. I took a vow to build myself a rock & roll record, tape & cd collection. I took a  vow to collect & keep certain things for me. Maybe I took a vow to kick your buttocks (ass) if you took any of my books, sound recordings, pictures (among many other things) away from me. Do you feel lucky, punk?

   If you take my personal property from me it is known as theft regardless of your  excuse. I took a vow to forever worship only Satan. Get over it. Some of you talk too much and work too little. Opinions may vary. They have a local job service that you can visit in your area if you need money. You could see if your local bank will take your buttocks as collateral. I took a vow to financially & morally support me. Piss on you. I took a vow to financially & morally support my own ministry. I am legally ordained in the United States whether you like it or not. I am affiliated and ordained through a legally recognized church whether you like it or not. I took a vow to pay my tithe only to me whether you like it or not. Piss on you if you don’t. I took a vow to not let you step on my toes. I took a vow to not let you steal from me. Do you feel lucky, punk?

   Some of you presume too much. Some of you assume to much. Do you feel lucky, punk? Do you have the luck of the Irish and do you know from whence it comes? You may wish you did. Do you carry a rabbit’s foot for luck? You may wish you did? Do you carry a four leaf clover for luck? You may wish you did.

Author: M. Green2007

“Curses & chains upon thee…” M. Green2007