Okay, I'm tuckered out. Time for some Godly shut eye. I'll just say, I wish these dopes on Earth knew how pissed I am at what's going on down there. REALLY PISSED! I'm so angry I almost feel like resorting to being the vengeful as*hole I too often was in the Old Testament, and visiting the entire planet with the wrath only I'm capable of. A big wake-up call. The Seven Plagues would by comparison look like a Disney E-ride. Yeah, this calls for a good dose of humility. "Listen, you f*ck ups! You are nothing compared to the Major Domo who created you. You are like lumps of string cheese melting in the sun. Don't mess with Me. And G*ddammit, change course -- change everything you're doing -- start getting it right, or IT'S GAME OVER." I'm not blowing smoke here! And the joke is on you, because you'll destroy yourselves! How Shakespearian.
Alright, sometimes the Creator of Everything That Was, Is, and Will Be, needs to get a few things off His chest. But now it's time to dream of angels, rainbows, lollipops, and My "son's" night with Mary Magdalene. Now she's a keeper!
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