||[Apr. 5th, 2005|12:14 pm]
Free Brian Nichols! Pardon the Carrs!
I agree with that blubbering simpleton. Now is the time to act if we want to make a difference. I knew something like this would happen. The stupid americans are sent the Messiah in Brian Nichols, and they imprison him. Then they wrongly murder Terry Schiavo thinking she's the anti-christ. Only moronic, impressionable americans would be so bold as to assume that the Schiavo girl was the REAL anti-christ. If they had listened to their beloved Pope John Paul, they'd have known the truth. That Satan ALWAYS sends a faux-anti-christ before sending the real one. The feeble american-minded americans and their fearless leader, the american media, are behaving like a flock of one-eyed menstruating pussy cats-each with a leg off. Here's the newly written history of the fall of the american republic: |
1st. [The americans] assume that Brian Nichols (who is in fact the Messiah) is the faux-anti-christ, and they have him detained for observation.
2nd. Then [the americans] jump the gun, thinking that Terry Schiavo (who is in fact the REAL faux-anti-christ) is the actual real anti-christ, and give her an execution worthy of a demon....A demon perhaps, but not a tomato.
3rd. Lastly, the Pope dies, and instead of rallying around Brian Nichols and laying down their own lives to free our savior, they turn on their precious 24 and The O.C., and in favor of their PSP's and internet kiddie porn, they forget all about giving a damn to stop the demise of the world.
The coup de grace will almost certainly be the fate of Brian Nichols. The americans think they've done away with the anti-christ, when they accomplished nothing but a routine 1930's style veggycide. The real anti-christ is on the way, and, if left behind bars, Brian Nichols will be helpless to protect us.
For me, I've built my own guillotine, so I can die an honorable death and laugh at all the laughable americans for approx. 3-5 seconds after my head leaves my neck, and then I'll be in paradise-seated on the right hand of Jesus, somewhere between Richard Nixon (the greatest american president of them all) and mon grand-pere, Peé-Peé.