Monday, October 22, 2007

Oohh ...That smell... Don't you smell that smell?

The smell of judgment is in the air.
It's not merely the hurricane of fire
in Malibu and Southern California
that reeks. It is the drought across
the heartland, and the emergence
of a particularly virulent MRSA.

As a therapist, we liked to call ourselves
"Terrorists" but, we were terrorized with
being big colonies of MRSA. In the late autumn,
I could never get away from the smell of it in the
back of my throat, dripping down from
my poor tortured sinuses.

We had super-immune systems, and
we only had sore throats and sniffles,
while shedding millions of the disease cells
with every breath we exhaled. But, how
do you run a health care system without
us? I used to wear masks with every
patient, explaining to them about my
fear of spreading disease.

The Health Dept. would not swab us,
because they knew we were all big colonies.
No antibiotics will completely wipe it out, and
in the attempt to clean us out, they created
the super strains, now finding its' way into the
community acquired category.

It's spooky that MRSA is emerging as
the likely candidate for one of the Malthusian
final 7 plagues. While we're plumping up
starving infants in Nigeria and Rwanda, the
little resistant bugs are flexing their muscles.

MRSA... I used to call it "Mr. SA (tan)"

In the last days every plague imaginable
will be unleashed. In the last days, only
those with faith will be saved. Radiation,
contamination, and misery is all that is
left of the world which was left to the
most wicked.

The world is poised to embark in WWIII
and the News' blondes are obsessed with
reporting the minute by minute worthless
life of a purely brainless pornographic nutcase
demonic bimbo, Brittney Spears, and her
demonic witch counterparts, the very stupid
and disgustingly evil and slutty Hilton and
worthless stupid and pointless Nicole RItchie,
et. al. These artificial and worthless ho-bags
are a disease, yet are treated with worship and
awe by the evil media. Every day the News is
leading off with these unfit human
beings' attempts to shake off all moral

Now the Satanic maestro David Copperfield
is accused of rape and who knows what
else? Interesting that he was headed to
Thailand and Indonesia, where all the
child sex slaves and sex tourist industry

These pop tarts and devils are worse than
the fires and more deadly than the MRSA.
They infect the minds and souls of young girls
who emulate them, and in the era of
feminism, when a woman may become
the next President, they are flashing their
shaved vaginas to the world, and celebrated.

Nothing is more SATANIC than that.
Nothing is more evil than this. When you
deliberately corrupt children, you are
pencilled in for an eternity in the ninth
circle of Hades and Hell.

Yes. Judgement is coming. It's in the
wind. Not merely in the Santa Ana ( Satan)
winds of amoral Southern California, where
the heart of the infection proceeds, but, endemic
in the culture that panders to these diseased
and disgusting human beings.

It's Armageddon and I don't even mind.

I'm just sick of it all.
Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord;
he is trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored;
he hath loosed the fateful lightning
of his terrible swift sword;
his truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

2. I have seen him in the watchfires
of a hundred circling camps,
they have builded him an altar
in the evening dews and damps;
I can read his righteous sentence
by the dim and flaring lamps;
his day is marching on.

3. He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat;
he is sifting out the hearts of men
before his judgment seat;
O be swift, my soul, to answer him;
be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

4. In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
with a glory in his bosom
that transfigures you and me;
as he died to make men holy,
let us die to make men free,
while God is marching on.

5. He is coming like the glory
of the morning on the wave,
he is wisdom to the mighty,
he is honor to the brave;
so the world shall be his footstool,
and the soul of wrong his slave.
Our God is marching on.

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