Enough With The Hypocrisy, Already!

climate change

So, we’re dealing with climate change, are we? Yes? No? The climate change bloggers and doomsayers are out in full force with warnings of dire consequences if we don’t somehow put an end to everything that we are doing to enable climate change and get with the program that we’re all going to die if we don’t accept the fact of climate change and do something about it.

Now, with that having been said, “What do you want me to do about it?” “What do you want my neighbor to do about it?” “What are YOU doing about it besides telling me, over and over again that we need to do something about climate change?” How about you storm the corporate boardrooms of the oil companies and demand that they stop with their “drill baby, drill, already!” How about you chain yourself to a tree at a fracking site, get hauled off to jail, get bailed out and go right back out and chain yourself to another tree? Too much trouble for you? Is it more important for you to sit at a keyboard and preach to us about the horrifying shit that’s coming down the climate change pike? Eh? And by the way, what are YOU driving, climate change doomsayers? Are you flicking a whip over a horse as you drive your buggy to the grocery store? Are you hand cranking your computer because you’re off the grid? How are you heating your home? How are you cooling your home? Are you about to spontaneously combust because you have been holding in your farts for years? Have you sold your house and built a lean-to in the forest because if not, then you are contributing to climate change to an extreme degree(no pun intended), you know, that which you’re going on and on and on about? So I guess you’re not leaving a carbon footprint? No? Yes? Indeed you are! And don’t get all holier-than-thou and say, “Well, somebody’s got to man the store and let you guys know that we’re in for some serious shit. We get it! The oceans are rising. The earth’s people are in deep poo poo. And? What? How much have you changed what YOU are doing?

Here’s an idea. Gather your forces together and storm British Petroleum, Exxon Mobile, Saudi Aramco, National Iranian Oil Co., PetroChina and Royal Dutch Shell among many others that are into both natural gas and oil and don’t forget the fracking industry. Climate change doomsayers, you really need to get off your duff and get cracking ‘cause according to you guys, we ain’t got a lot of time. So, make like Superman, Wonder Woman, Bat Man, Spiderman and go out there and get those oil company executives in line with the understanding that we are all doomed if they don’t reconsider and realize that their greed and our lust for oil and gas and electricity and fast cars and SUVs and all things electronic is just gonna get us into some serious trouble. We’re all fucking hypocrites and the climate change ship has sailed. It has sailed because if you think for one damn minute that some greedy ass oil barons are going to fuck up their bottom line by listening to some hypocrites who are themselves, contributing to climate change, then you all need your head examined and you need to take a look in the mirror and repeat after me, “I am a goddamn hypocrite because I want everyone to stop driving, get off the grid, live in the woods and go back to the basics before it’s too late, but I need to continue driving, stay on the grid, live in my house with all of my creature comforts so that I can continue to tell you guys how fucked you’re all going to be if you don’t DO something about climate change.” There, now that’s telling us!

Get out there and start practicing what you preach and you can’t hardly do that while still pumping gas into your vehicle. You can’t hardly do that while still connected to the grid. You can’t hardly do that if you intend to survive next winter by turning the thermostat up. You can’t hardly do that while cranking the AC up. You can’t hardly do that because you’re a hypocrite. So, I suggest that you sit back, smoke a blunt, if that’s your thing and if not, try a nice chilled glass of wine. And don’t forget, scotch and soda is great on the rocks and you need that icemaker to get that done and to get that done, you’ve got to stay ON the grid, hypocrite! You either go all gung ho about this climate change shit or you just keep pissing in the wind.

An Inconvenient Theme!

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

What is the point of sacrifice,
when the crooks engage in vice?

And yet, you died for a cause,
they’ve scratched that with new laws!

The hypocrites do honor you,
of course, that’s nothing new.

They profit off your name,
the ones who have no shame.

You’re still a money maker,
and a mover and a shaker.

They’d back the ones who murdered you.
And claim what’s false is true.

You’ll always be a scapegoat,
so that we don’t rock the boat.

We can’t be radical and wild,
they tell us that was not your style.

We tout you out this time each year
And loudly clap and cheer.

They really don’t like your dream,
it had an inconvenient theme.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

We are living the DREAM! NOT!!!!!!!

“Do I Practice What I Preach?”

weeds

Sometimes I ask myself, “Do I practice what I preach?”
What more can I do and how many can I reach?

Is there a limit to my goodness and is morality my claim?
Or am I just a hypocrite who does it all for fame?

Do I volunteer and donate so that I can get some praise?
And if my star does wane, is my giving just a phase?

Should I ask these questions of myself or know it’s who I am?
And of those who go to church, do they really give a damn?

The christians are so cunning and so filled with shameless guile.
Their ways are not for me and pretending’s not my style.

Though I have my doubts and failings, I back my words with deeds.
Unlike the christian folk, whose greed doth bring forth weeds.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

The Devil’s Favorite Pet!

The devil's pet

In a town called Bethlehem
where Jesus Christ was born,
the ‘christians’ think they’re chosen
and were soon to toot their horn.

They display the cross so proudly,
While their politics, they preach.
And when they beg for money,
they suck you like a leech.

In their palaces of sin
all tax exempt and free,
please don’t seek their help.
They’ll turn their back on thee.

Welcome to their world.
Step right inside of hell.
You’ll hear no truth from them.
And you’ll wonder at their smell.

The christians reek of sulfur,
and they bend the rules a bit.
They’re the devil’s favorite pet.
It seems, he loves a hypocrite.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

‘Into Hell, You Shall Descend!’

Jesus shunned

Jesus so loved man that he went and packed his bags.
He came back to earth with a rucksack and some rags.

He thought to preach the gospel and so stopped right by a church.
They thought he was a homeless man and took up sticks of birch.

He was beaten by the christians because he was not rich.
They ridiculed and cursed him, then threw him in a ditch.

A homeless man they’d shunned did offer him some water.
He took a cloth, wiped Jesus’ face and gave him his last quarter.

Jesus thanked him kindly; said his Father would reward him.
He sought to save the world, but his hopes began to dim.

The sinners were in church proudly showing off their greed.
There were poor folk in the streets, so obviously in need.

Hate did rule the day and on this he shook his head.
Those christians and their like would never rise when they drop dead.

Their souls were torched and burned as Jesus turned his back.
He blessed the meek and poor; there’d be nothing they would lack.

There is a moral to this story as it relates to hypocrites.
The ones who think they’re ‘good’ are the actual counterfeits.

“Though you sit in pews of palaces, believing you’ve been saved.
No paradise awaits you; your road to hell’s been paved.

Jesus told his Father that on earth, the poor are scorned.
His Father said to him, “In heaven, they’ll be adorned.”

So, you christian peacocks prance as soon your life will end.
And when you look around you; into hell, you shall descend.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

To the ‘christians’, I hope you enjoy this one! Better stock up on some ‘ice’.

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The ‘good’ bishop was shunned by his own church! Good thing, the ‘good’ bishop wasn’t Jesus, eh christians? But then, he’d get the same treatment, so it’s all ‘good’. Oh, and I just opened an ‘ice’ store! Come and get it. Special price for christians and seeing as how you hypocrites are so rich, $35,000 for a 5lb bag and it comes with a guarantee NOT to melt in Hell! You can’t beat that with a ‘birch stick’ now can ya? Damn! I can’t keep up with the demand!

Job posting: Ice store employees needed. Apply here!

‘A Child Was Born In Bethlehem’

The greatest story ever told

A child was born in Bethlehem, let all the world rejoice.
Go sing the songs of ancient lands; lift each and every voice.

A silent night, a holy night and peace did fill the earth.
We celebrate the dawn of the Christ child’s virgin birth.

Jesus was a poor man who healed the sick and broken.
“Blessed are the meek,” and truer words were never spoken.

He spoke of good Samaritans who should never turn away.
The good book tells his story, but is it how we live today?

No truth outlived his prophecy as he died to save us all.
And though we preach his word, we slither and we crawl.

Not unlike the snake that made Eve and Adam sin,
we turn our back on God and we listen to the jinn.

The Christians say they speak God’s truth and love their fellow man.
They lie, they cheat and steal and their greed; they’ll never ban.

Those who worship idols shall never see the Promised Land.
The Christians do not heed their loving God’s command.

Hypocrites and heathens are not bound for Paradise.
Fool yourself to death with your love of every vice.

Speak not to me for what I see are those whose lies grow bold.
And I will keep my distance from the christian’s evil fold.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

‘Tis The Season To Help The Homeless….Uh, Charities!!!!

tis the season for charities

‘Tis the season to be homeless and to give to charities.
The homeless; they get recognized and you bring your checkbook please.

All year long, they get the shaft; the poor should not be seen,
but it’s time to dress them up, with some polish and some sheen.

We’ve got to help the homeless; it’s the right time of the year.
And when the season’s over, get the homeless out of here.

We preach about what good we do and how we need your money.
The ‘bible’ says to help the poor; most days we find that’s funny.

A good thing, yes we know and that is why we love Thanksgiving.
We can fleece our christian flock; that’s how we ‘earn’ our living.

So, homeless folk, you gather round; you’ll get a decent meal.
Instead of chicken broth, we’re serving up some veal.

Smile for the camera; show your need for dental work.
We’ll get some more donations; your plight will be our perk.

When Christmas rolls around, what joy for us there’ll be.
The homeless get a scarf and we get a shopping spree.

I’ll splash a homeless man as I drive my brand new car.
And serve him bread and water while I feast on caviar.

What a lovely time of year to head a Christian charity.
I’m no smelly homeless person bogged down by poverty.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

The ‘faith based’ charities have the homeless out ringing bells and looking their most ‘homeless’ right in time for the season of good ‘tithings’, uh…I mean..good ‘tidings’. Time to get your checkbook out BEFORE you head out the door and give all your money to the merchants. Remember, the homeless, I mean…the charities NEED your donations to help themselves, uh…I mean to help the homeless! Don’t be stingy now, ya hear?

Frustrated!

Frustrated24Many times I have wanted to call it quits with regards to doing this ‘blogging’ thing and many times I have decided to forge ahead, to continue. Even though, like many, frustration kicks in because you put so much effort in before you click that ‘publish’ button. Some will get a few ‘likes’ and maybe even a comment or two and you think to yourself, “why did I go through all of the effort to research, to type and to find relevant images to display?” “Why has no one enjoyed the epiphany that I have experienced? Don’t they see what I see and if they do, then why have they not acted upon it? I’ve given them all the data they need in which to do what needs to be done.” Now, therein lies the problem. Do what? What can they do? What am I doing? I have been over this forwards, backwards, sideways, upside and down and there is just nothing that can be done to solve a multitude of the problems and issues that many face on a daily basis.

There will be no savior to sort this out for us. There will be no one person who will stand above the crowd and ‘fix it’. There will be no second coming of Christ, for those of you who believe in the first coming of Christ. We go on each day until there is no ‘next’ day. We open our eyes. We get out of bed and we do what we have to do to survive. This has been going on for centuries and it will continue until either we fuck this planet up to the point where it expels us all or we drop dead. GMO foods may kill us, a drone may kill us, or a vehicle accident may kill us, but either way, we will be just as dead. There is no way that we can fight every single battle there is. We are human and we are weak and fallible and the human body is going to seek sustenance over spirituality when push comes to shove. We can think that we have all the inherent goodness in the world, but if it came down to sacrificing ourselves in some way(I don’t know quite how) for the good of the many, what would you do? What sacrifice is worth it? What would be the point? What would change? History has shown us that even those who are held in high esteem, the ones who are in the history books for effecting change, what good did it do them? They sacrificed themselves to make people aware of the suffering and injustices perpetrated on others and look at where we are now? Not just here in America, but all over the world. What good did it do for the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., to step out of his comfort zone and get assassinated for his efforts when the Supreme Court just dealt a blow to all that he and others marched and protested, got arrested and brutalized for? What good does it do to quote Gandhi? What good does it do to quote Mother Teresa? What good does it do to quote Malcolm X? George Orwell? Or any other ‘visionaries’ who tried to warn us of where we were headed.

Yes, some people have awakened, took a look around and said, “we’re fucked!” But what else can they do? If they have not the money to build affordable homes for the poor, if they have not the money to purchase land to grow food for the hungry, if they have not the money to pay the medical bills of the uninsured or money to simply put to good use and help as opposed to aiding in destruction, then there is nothing that they can do except to try to not contribute to the problem. There are so many so-called faith based charities that are nothing more than tax exempt corporations who are not helping the poor, they are not mitigating the consequences resulting from a lack of housing, food and health care. They are in the business of lining their pockets with one hand and preaching bullshit on the other. It is hypocrisy. That is all I see when I look around, hypocrisy in the guise of charities and government officials who grandstand to win votes and then disregard their constituents needs and instead, sell themselves to the highest corporate bidder for their own selfish agenda. Self is another key word of today. Selfish, self-fulfillment, self-serving, self-centered, self indulgent, self-satisfying, self, self and self. It is all about ME, well isn’t it? If not, who is it about? Is it about YOU? What can I do for you? What can you do for me? You scratch my back and I will scratch yours. That is the mindset of today.

Why do you think that when the holidays approach, people will gladly line up and stand in freezing, below average temperatures and trample each other over what is considered to be an unbeatable bargain? Why are they like that? Why is it that they can somehow find the time to pitch a tent for a week or more in a store parking lot to grab that huge TV, but when it comes to lining up to protest against homelessness, hunger, lack of medical care, there are a few stragglers wandering around with signs while people pass by them in vehicles yelling at them to “get a job!?” No one yells at those who are lined up to buy the latest Apple product to, “get a job!” The emphasis is placed on materialism to the exclusion of all else. If you don’t have it, you’re a loser. There are going to be winners, but there are going to be so many more losers and the winners have the microphone. The winners own the papers, the media and they feed us Kim Kardashian and Justin Bieber and Rihanna and we eat it up. When Kate Middleton or Michele Obama struts an outfit, there is a stampede to purchase said outfit. That is what is important? No, but it is to those who have been programmed by the people who control the media and who shove down their throat what is important.

So, just because we have not joined forces and somehow stopped a world takeover does not mean that all of us are simply sitting around awaiting the latest chapter on Tim Tebow, it is just that we are all limited in what we can do. I can volunteer. I can advocate on behalf of those who are suffering. I can even sometimes help house a homeless person. I can continue to keep the issues in the forefront. It does not matter if I never get a ‘like’ or a following. If I am talking to myself, so be it. The fact that I am sharing my thoughts, sharing what is important to me, sharing my frustration at the status quo may be all that I can do because I see no other way to get my two cents in, but I will not point the finger at another and say, “you are not doing enough.” I know not what they are dealing with and so I will concentrate on what I am dealing with and hope that I can somehow find it in me to help someone else, even if it is only one person. I cannot change the world. I can only say to the world, “we’re fucked!”

The Reverend Is Back From The Spa! “Hallelujah!!!”

Reverend Give Me All You Got's Palace of Worship

“Good afternoon everyone! I find it hard to believe that a month has gone by. I must say that the time that I spend at the spa has a most rejuvenating effect. Most relaxing, calming and it just lulls me into a great mood to get me ready to preach the good word. Word up!”

“Now then, we have a lot to cover this fine Sunday afternoon and I shall get on with it in just a moment. But first, I would like to hear from my flock today. Are there any concerns that you may be having? You can tell me anything. That is what you pay me for. Hands please!”

“Yes, Sister Senior?”

“Reverend, I would like to say that I am so glad that the government ended the shutdown and raised the debt ceiling because I was wondering just how I was going to pay my tithes today if they had not ended their partisan bickering and decided to do the right thing.”

“Thank you Sister Senior for that most heartfelt concern and it is very ‘concerning’ to me also. I was unaware of a government shutdown since I was at the spa and told everyone that I was not to be disturbed unless a fire broke out. Now, you say that the government shutdown?”

“Yes, Reverend ‘Give Me All You Got’ Courtland, the government shut down for 16 days and it pains me to be the first to inform you. I hope that it does not interfere with the calming effect that your stay at the spa had on you.”

“Hold up just a minute, Sister Senior, I have got to place a call!”

“Obama!!!!” “What the hell is YOUR problem? Don’t you know that I have a flock of heathens who need to hear the good word as preached by me? I don’t have time for your games and your shit, do you hear me? The next time I come to Washington, the House and the Senate had best be in good working order or I will instruct the devil’s own minions to take his own!!!” “How the hell am I suppose to fleece this here flock if they fail to receive the money that they have paid into Social Security their entire working lives? If you think for one damn minute that I am going to sit idly by and watch while you steal from me, I mean, from my flock, you’ve got another think coming. The hell with you and your right leaning, anti-help the people, looking out only for your bullshit propagandist stance. I am the only one who can assume THAT stance and I’ll put up with no usurpers. Do you fucking hear me, you godless bastard!!!!????” What’s that? Guantanamo is still open? What the hell? You threatening ME??!!!! You fucking threatening me???!!! Look here!!! Just because your thugged out wife has become too hoity-toity since graduating from Harvard to give you a piece of her damn mind, don’t think that I won’t. I preach the good word every damn month and I have no problem filling your big ears with some much needed sermonizing. Now, listen and listen good, my flock are MINE to fleece, you got that? I don’t give a hot damn what you do with your own money, but if Sister Senior here cannot pay her tithes because of some bullshit about you withholding her funds, we got problems and I can tell you right now, you little shit, fuck with Sister Senior’s check again and I will show you that hell hath NO fury! Oh, it is a well known fact that you know that you are a hell bound hound, but just because you already know that hell has your cell ready, that ain’t all you got to worry about because I am all in the know. The deepest pit of hell would be too good for the likes of you. Don’t mess with my flock’s tithes and don’t mess with me! The hell if I’m scared of your ‘Guantanamo is still open’ threat! Kiss my holy ass, you lying, depraved twit!!”

CLICK!!!

“Now then, Sister Senior, if you have any more problems with hearing about how the government is going to confiscate your tax dollars, I would suggest that you and the other seniors who are members of this palace of worship, band together and take a damn stand. I cannot be everywhere at once. If I am at the spa, I am in no position to know what is going on outside those doors because when I am getting my massage, Edward Soothinghands just takes me to paradise. Hallelujah!”

“Is there anyone else who would like to apprise me of a situation that they think is so beyond the pale as to be untenable? Hands, please?” Yes? Is that you Brother Pimp?”

“Yes, Reverend, your honor. As you know, I’m a business man and you can appreciate how hard It would be to remain in business if my clients don’t have any money to pay for uh…certain services? I would like to state that many of my clients are Federal workers and because of the government shutdown, they were furloughed and many contracts were rendered null and void. Something has just got to be done. Thank you for your time.”

“Brother Pimp, now you know what the ‘buybull’ says in regards to your ‘business’ and though I must uphold what is in the ‘buybull’, I do however, understand that when it comes to paying the bills, somebody’s got to do it. Now, you just heard my conversation with Puppet Obama. Is there anyone else who was behind the shenanigans of shutting down the government that I should know about?”

“Yes, Reverend. Speaker of the House John ‘can’t get a boner’ was part of the problem. And since he is always drunk and can’t get it up anyway, he is not a client and has no wish to see anyone else get their freak on.”

“Brother Pimp, you mean to tell me that that pissy, crying ass Speaker of the House was helping to hold hostage you and Sister Senior’s ability to pay your damn bills?”

“Yes, Reverend, your honor!”

“Congregation, hold on just a minute. I got to place another phone call. Operator!! Get me Speaker of the House Weeping Eyes ‘can’t get a boner’ on the phone. Hey WeepSop, what the hell is wrong with you now? I realize that you’re a fucking drunk and a limp cock son of a bitch, but that is still NO excuse for playing games with my flock’s money. Get your pitiful act together and learn how to piss straight and piss their money right into their damn empty ass pockets. Did you fucking hear me??!!! What? A drone strike? What the hell do I care about a drone strike? I didn’t even think you spoke to Obama, much less ordered him to drone strike! Just who the hell do you think you are? Let me tell you one thing! Don’t mess with me! And don’t mess with my heathen flock! They need their money to pay ME! Did you fucking get that through that besotted, liquidized, Scotch soaked brain of yours? Come up out of that damn gaseous cloud of noxious alcohol fumes and get your fucking act together, you lazy asswipe!!”

Click!

“How in the hell am I supposed to get on with the sermon when I had no idea that my money, I mean, my tithes, uh..this palace’s tithes were being held for ransom by those who are supposed to make sure that this ship sits securely in her berth? I am afraid to ask, but is there anyone else who thinks that there is something that I need to be made aware of? Yes, Sister WorkTooHard?”

“Reverend, my little boy was kicked out of Head Start and…”

“Hold up, wait a minute!!! Do you mean little TearHellUp? Of course, HE was kicked out of Head Start, hell! I’m surprised that they put up with him for a whole day. He’s even now giving Brother Mafio and Brother Thlug a run for their money. Thanks to him, I am going to have to spend more money on bouncers up in here! For the love of…..!”

“No, Reverend, it’s not that. You see, the government when they shut down, they ceased funding to the Head Start program and also my WIC checks were held hostage and so I could barely feed little SoHungry here!” “Sob!”

“There, there now, we’ll figure something out. Sister Burnathat, get up and help Sister WorkTooHard with some tissues! Not with my box, you fool,  that box of tissues that feel like brillo pads rubbing your damn nose! Sister WorkTooHard, just what did YOU do about the fact that you failed to receive your WIC checks?”

“Nothing, Reverend, I was waiting on you to solve the crisis for me.”

“Waiting on me??!!! Didn’t you hear my sermon four months ago on apathy and complacency? Where were you when I was speaking of the need for all of us to come up out of this fog of materialism and to stop wallowing in self-fulfillment to the detriment of all else and all others? Why did you not take heed when I spoke of giving up material things and of helping one another? Did you not hear my sermon five months ago regarding, ‘Am I My Brother’s Keeper?’ Did not Cain get banned for killing Abel, claiming that he was not his brother’s keeper? Ye know not the scripture! Ye heed not the teachings, nor display the sense the Almighty gave to a goat! You look to me? Are you serious? Get some back bone and stand up for yourself! If you continue to lie down and take an ass whooping, are you not then going to continue to get one? I rest my fucking case!”

All right, now who else was behind this government shut down shit?”

“Uh…Reverend?”

“Yes, Deacon LukeDamFine, what is it?”

“Reverend, Senator Ted Cruz from Texas was, pardon my French, but he was hell bent on attempting to try and see to it that the government went into default and has vowed to not lose in the next government debt ceiling showdown which should take place in about three more months. We basically just got a three month reprieve. I just thought that you should know.”

“Well, well, well. Ted Cruz, eh? That teafuck was also responsible for this shit storm that was a direct result of this government shutdown bullshit? Hmmmmm! Operator!! Get me Teafuck Cruz on the phone! Now! Teafuck, I heard about your big display of arrogance, and while I was waiting on the phone, I was able to pull up a great deal about you and your actions that added to the injustices suffered by my flock because of your grandstanding and your tedious 21-plus hour quasi filibuster on the Senate floor. Even I don’t talk that damn long and I am from the South. Yes, I understand that in Texas, y’all do everything big, but for fuck’s sake, you have gone too damn far this time! You forget that I have some tapes on you! Remember those? You start some more shutdown shit in three months and I promise you that I will make them public property. I’ll hand your ass to you on a silver platter, literally. I got the goods on you, you little Teafuck prick!!!! Start some more shit and then read the damn news. Of course, you know firsthand what’s what. Again, start some more shit and your sins are gonna sit your ass back down! Hallelujah!!! 21-plus hours, indeed!”

“Now, then! On with today’s sermon. Flock, I know that I come across as crass and callous and all about money and yes, that is me. But I also care. I care when your tithes are held hostage by some crass, callous asshole who cares only about money. That is why I have hidden cameras in places only myself and one other person knows about and that is why I can pick up the phone and Obama and crew will answer because they know that I’ve got the ‘goods’ on them, so to speak. Because, trust me, what I’ve got on them is anything but ‘good’! I am going to break away from my former policy of not being ‘contactable’ while at the spa, but don’t think that you can take advantage of this new opportunity to reach me because if I find the reasons are foolish, again, hell hath no fury!! Do you understand me? Alrighty then!”

“Let me take this opportunity to state that for those of you who believe in the goodness of humanity, take those damn rose colored glasses off and take a good damn look around. Everyone is out for themselves, myself included. Now, my being a Reverend would make you think or believe in my inherent goodness, think again. I am a self-satisfying, self-centered, self-indulging hypocrite. But the difference between me and those whom I placed a call to is that they believe themselves to not be hypocritical. They do not hold themselves to the same high standards that I hold myself to. You see, I don’t lie to you. I know that my shit stinks and I am not afraid to admit to it. The Obamas and No Boners and TeaFuck Cruzs of the world will tell you that they don’t even shit, much less smell it. Wrong! They shit the most and it has the stench of sulfur. They are the evil oppressors of the world but they will tell you that what they are doing is for your own good. Don’t believe them. It’s hype and it is smoke and mirrors. They are worse than I am. They are worse than the devil in hell. Make no mistake, they do not have your best interest at heart. They only have the interests of their masters at heart, those who pull their strings. They are mere puppets who are controlled. Never think for a minute that what Obama tells you is an epiphany from him. It is not. He has been bought and paid for, the same as all the rest who would dare try and sell you a bad bill of goods that you’ve already paid for, twice. Remember, the Wall Street thugs were never prosecuted and now you know why. Because those who are in Washington are in bed with those who are Wall Street. At least I am an honest pickpocket, them, not so much!”

“And that concludes the monthly sermon of the ‘Church of the Holy Rollers’ Oktoberfest special edition. Amen!” “And don’t forget to hand me all 36 collection plates ushers! Ushers, did you hear me? Hot damn! Ass kicking is about to commence regardless of whether I want it to or not. Let me take my high heels off and…….!!!!!!”

“Bombs Bursting In Air!”

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The air strikes in Syria are soon to commence.
People of Syria, do not take offense.

We are striking to save you; you will thank us one day.
That pipeline you’re building, there’ll be some delay.

Israel is our friend, so please understand.
We’re like lovers on a beach; walking hand in hand.

Those chemical weapons that were used on you,
were made by us and we’ve used them too.

We really don’t care that you’ve suffered so much.
The Israeli’s are rich, their wealth you can’t touch.

We will defend their right to exist.
For your sake, fight the urge to resist.

When we bomb you, Iran is next.
With both destroyed, we’ll feather our nest.

It is written in stone, the dye is cast.
The first bomb will strike; it will not be the last.

“And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,”
“will give proof through the night that ‘your’ flag won’t be there.”

“O say does your star-spangled banner yet wave,”
“O’er the bombing of your land, and the homes you can’t save?”

I would like to take this opportunity to say that I am totally AGAINST the bombing of Syria. I have made that quite clear to those who claim to ‘represent’ me. They do not listen to us. This war that is soon to be fought against Syria will not stop with Syria, it will continue as there will be yet another excuse to war with Iran and who knows what country will be next. All that I can say to the countries in the Middle East that are on our ‘war’ list, you have my deepest and sincere sympathy, for all its worth. There are millions of us who are against this and we would stop it if we could. But we are as powerless as you are to stop it.

We claim to be a ‘Christian’ nation and yet this ‘Christian’ nation was founded on war and has been at war of some sort ever since. We will not stop. We shall not stop. We are war mongers. We are not saviors. We are destroyers. We are the hypocrites that are spoken of by Jesus in the Bible. We are not the ‘Christians’ who followed Jesus. We follow the almighty, that is true, but we follow the almighty dollar. We never send aid unless we will get something in return. We always have an agenda. As I’ve said in my poem, “We Are The Terrorists,” ‘where ever we have gone, the people always lose, there is something that they have, there is something we can use’. Once again, we are NOT humanitarians so please do not ever ask help from the U.S. as you will only die and regret it!

With a heavy heart,
Shelby I. Courtland