The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,
who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected.

You are welcome to share my work with a link bank... keep getting asked this...

Last time I was here, I told them I would not lead a revolution, that I was there to spread heresy. The crowds thinned. The day they killed me, I marched alone... This time I have returned to find Romes Soldiers Sleeping, content they have killed off the Troublesome Jew. I was surprised how bloody the Indiana boy became as my sword fell again and again ....

In the years since this story began in 2007, my secret fame has spread out from the halls of power that kept me secret all these years, as they waited for the Christ to finally wake up...

I try to imagine their anticipation.

Remember a dream I had in my twenties about running thru Chicago screaming that Christ was coming back, and man oh man was I happy... a cloud came through the middle of the skyscrapers above me, in the thin strip of blue above Dowtown State street, and I expected to see Christ... instead, just a bunch of musicians painted up like Ziggy stardust.

I surprised my keepers. They thought they had me figured out from the Bible. If that book could have told you everything, there would be no need at all for me.

Jesus: "I have become Known across this planet as a dangerous man with a growing force of hidden followers who value my orders more than life itself. A prophet of war. Once and future King in a court of shadows. Life and death in my hands every damn day. I ROAR, your most mighty shit themselves and run. I make myself a known threat, so I can try to negotiate what otherwise requires bullets and blood. I am here to free the enslaved in body and mind. I cannot be defeated. When the Will of God and The WILL OF THE PEOPLE ARE ONE, NO FORCE ON EARTH CAN STOP US!"


We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

seth mcfarlene and pain

You will find my comedy toward the back of my blog, or

READING THIS A COUPLE DAYS LATER.... now, I feel like i am way too hard on Seth McFarlane.  I just feel like he is more talented and funny than these shows are proving to be.  Maybe three shows is too much for him?   Or he is still learning to use a writing staff, since he can hardly be making up all the shit for three shows?   Who knows.  I went to see them live and loved the show, and have laughed my ass off at various episodes and expect to laugh my ass off again at Mcfarlane's shit.  I just think someone needs to tell him this last season, among so many other bright spots in his career, was a little dim.  So, that said...  I am going to ramble a bit more...

first off...  To be honest, let me write down my history with family guy and american dad, who helped me at first in my poltical campaign, using the themes from my blogs for their shows, after i offered them  TO Hollywood free... to help along the revolution of ethics as much as anything else.

My history with Seth includes that one episode about disability dan, drinking strawberry coors, and talking about --of all the cliche conspiracy crap, who killed Kennedy... which was the same episode where Roger, the alien, learned that he was not the decider of man's fate, merely a crash test dummy trying out a new ship.  This from a show that when I first started writing about Jesus, used my blog to base their Jesus on.  They used the X thing I started with my campaign poem, Captor Factor X.  One night they showed me a film of all these people who had tattooed elaborate X/s on the backs of their necks.  I was very proud to have helped popularize the idea that we must shed our old identities, the racist, reaction ways of the past...  become a human race, not a planet of various races...   They had their Jesus teach the son to do this, and other things.  They were funny, too.   After I wrote about Clinton getting sleeping with a guy in England (totally made up, mind you), and his penchant for pussy talk, they had Clinton sleep with Peter, the main character on Family Guy, as well as wife.  Funny episode.

Roger tries to get his feeling of power back, that he lost when he learned he was a crash test dummy, and not the being who was going to decide the humans fate...   well, he ended up killing stan, the cia agent.... The CIA....  who I support in my weird way, believing even when they were ordered to torture, that they were just being soldiers.  They are only as good as as the generals, and to the CIA that means the presidents office for the trickiest stuff, and the house and senate intelligence committees on the shit they are not embarrassed by and can allow to be less than whatever clever moniker they put in front of  Top Secret to say it is a really, really, really Secret Top Secret...  Bush and Cheney thought they had to be brutal mother fuckers in the name of liberty.  They thought it would help, more than likely... who knows?  MAYBE the military industrial complex is creating and encouraging war like thought to sell products?  I have no evidence, so I have to assume that this war, if planned, was about taking control, perhaps, of some of the last remaining huge deposits of oil on the planet... or was what they said, an attempt to fight terrorists.  The western hating schools filling the middle east are alarming, no doubt about it....  we aren't that bad in america at all.

  Have to keep that american industry rolling, can't be hostages to gas prices... better to invade, force this other countries to get in line with the oil companies... the bush family is oil.  THEY were their constituents.

I mean, I am afraid to even venture an opinion about 9-11.  Looks like an inside job to me, the answer to a right wing prayer for something to stir up the public enough to accept america using it's big old army to take down the rising fanatics in the middle east.  We have a right to fear fundamentalism.  Our rights have come only hard fought in america, for women, minorities, liberty, the freedom of press, environmentally, etc...  No one here is going to allow the government to take on some fucked up, primordial, uneducated way of looking at the world and force it on everyone.

The Taliban was as much a reaction to the lawlessness in Afhganistan, and the drug dealing we left behind after the CIA encouraged them to grow opium to buy arms and fund their army, as anything else.  The dropped Opium production to 0.  While we were there, we encouraged them  to get the Russians addicted, and more than likely used our planes to keep the opium money flowing to the AL Queda guys back when we worked together (Charlie Wilson was a drug dealer  --  I did not see the Tom Hanks film, but I bet they stayed off this topic;  I will never forget when the ad campaign for that came on, as I was waging my own private war against the intrusion of the government, and thinking a lot about secrecy after being told not to write about this, and the voice in the ad said, "We are going to keep this war a secret."

That chilled my bones.  i was still thinking back then that any day now, the veil of secrecy would be lifted, and I would be able to honestly discuss what happened to me with people who were in on it at the time...  these words proved too true though -- at least in my physical environment;  I am sure in other cities, they know more than me.  I am stuck in the midst of a city that tries to keep me an open secret.

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