I remind my wife when she is telling me about someone being an ass hole or doing something really stupid, when Jesus the Christ called em sheep, that was not a term of endearment.

It blows my mind how easily the sheep are led through the slaughter house doors by the Judas goat of the sheep’s worship of religious charlatans, jackals and demonically possessed political whores.

I also tell my wife, God can not send me to hell.
I am already here.
I walk among sheep.

One day I will finish my prison sentence, be allowed to leave this rock filled with sheep and return home.

“Humans” are tail-less hairless sheep monkeys who have decided if God did not have them to serve, God would not exist.
They hallucinate they are the highest life forms and many even think they are the only intelligent life in the universe.

While they are herded so very easily through the slaughter house doors, live their lives being used as tax slaves, cannon fodder in needless wars and sexual party favors by their jackal masters.


I am that dreadful, blighting thing,
Like rat holes to the flood.
Like rust that gnaws the faultless blade,
Like microbes to the blood.
I know no mercy and no truth,
The young I blight, the old I slay.
Regret stalks darkly in my wake,
And ignominy dogs my way.
Sometimes, in virtuous garb I rove,
With facile talk of easier way;
Seducing where I dare not rape,
Young manhood, from it’s honor’s sway.
Again, in awesome guise I rush,
Stupendous, through the ranks of war,
Turning to water, with my gaze,
Hearts that, before, no foe could awe.
The maiden who has strayed from right,
To me must pay the mead of shame.
The patriot who betrays his trust,
To me must owe his tarnished name.
I spare no class, nor cult, nor creed,
My course is endless through the year.
I bow all heads and break all hearts,
All owe me homage — I am FEAR.

George S Patton jr.

Come on sheep, grow a set, fight back against these farming you.
Do you want to die on your knees or on your feet?

I’ll tell you a little secret, no one gets out of this life alive.
But how you live and how you die is SO very important.

The Ole Dog!


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