Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society to Declare Chapter 7

This good news of the kingdom will be preached in all the inhabited earth.”—Matthew 24:14....



The Watchtower Society new website www.jw.org has the above scripture on its page, but it seems unlikely they will be able to preach the word of Jesus Christ anytime soon around the world, because as  of today, the JW organization  have declared themselves bankrupt and in dire need of financial help due to bad investments.  The Watchtower website sadly announced to its millions of followers though out the world that it has decided to stop funding several JW housing projects that it was building for Jehovah Witnesses residing in South Africa and in Mexico City. The news that one of the world largest, popular and demanding sect is going bankrupt comes to big surprise to the catholic and baptist community of the United States that for years have been trying to implement the watchtower teachings in the followers as " work of the devil" and " a dangerous sect that needs to be abolished from our country".

The Watchtower society has not informed its followers why it went bankrupt and what is going to happen to all the JW around the world that speak out in conventions and go door to door to spread the word of their organization.  As for now, the JW website is just asking for JW in the Country to stay put, keep on knocking door to door, abusing their children into submission, still not letting their family members listen to music, enjoy sex, enjoy Facebook  wear ties and go all around the neighborhood shoving their useless pamphlets to people that look down on them in disgust, keep all the hours docked up in neat folders or journals with the words JW in black and big print.  The Watchtower society is also urging pedophile elders to turn in their state of the art apple devices, keep from abusing the flock for six months, because in six months famed attorney Edward Louis, known for his role in Pretty Woman, will assist them in buying and selling bits and pieces of all the infrastructure that they  have pocketed from the lambs trough out  the last century and Mr. Louis with his suave eyes and cock will give them the 5 billion dollars they lost paying off the families of the children that the elders sexually and mentally abused and then they can decide when the end of times will arrive.. around the month of June 2013.

Recycled cardboard song

Ancient picture of plowed field

ho hum

Governor Greg Abbott drops in to check on border

Mexican Mack truck

I'm the super ass kicker

Pick up truck driven by old man crashes into gas main 8th and Levy

Eduardo Paz-Martinez Reflects Part Two

"Desert loving in your eyes all the way

 if I listened to your lies would you say 

 I'm a man without conviction 

 i'm a man who doesn't know 

 how to sell a contradiction 

 you come and go 

 you come and go." 

 Culture Club

The dark bar felt cool and wet. There was good air circulation from many fans and what looked to be a new air-conditioning system partially exposed in the corner. Hugh, who I learned was the owner when he let me in earlier, was still whizzing around. His help had arrived and were busy blowing up balloons, laughing loudly as some popped. The sight of it all was causing me to feel drowsy but finally I heard a specialized knock on the back door.

"There's little D!" Hugh sung out.

"Oh good!" I thought, as I sat up in my chair.

Duardo came in cooly strolling from the back of the bar with a large, flowery drink in his left hand. I stood up to greet him, stretching out my hand to shake, not sure if he would be able to see my hand with his sunglasses on. As we shook hands his long fingernails poked at my wrist but I pretended not to notice and we sat down.

"You're early huh? I like that. I had a doctors appointment."

"Oh I see that," I said, pointing to the bandage on his forearm. "Are you OK?"

"Sure, I am," Duardo said. "Yes, the doctor was just checking my blood. The thing is, Jimmy boy, I'm a man who likes to help however I can. I wanted to help my family, but it seems like they don't want my help, so I guess I'll just help the town I love so much. This town. Our town. And, the thing is this town needs a ton of help and that's why I messaged you. I will be requiring an assistant. There's just too much work to be done here.

"Oh, I see," I said.

"Yes, I've been reading your blog and I think you have what it takes to be my assistant."

"Oh, that's great Mr. Martinez, but the thing is how much time will this be requiring as I have a city job. I'm sorry to have to ask this but what will it be paying?"

Little D tilted his head forward, his glasses sliding down low on his nose. His brown eyeballs stared at me, twitching. "Boy, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. I'm giving you a chance to learn the ropes. Real journalism. Journalism is a fast-paced game. I need a driver. My car is my office and I need to be available to answer phone calls and such.

"Oh, driving the puddle jumper?" I said.

"No, the puddle jumper is in the shop right now. If you want something to last, you have to do preventive maintenance.

"But how did you get here?" I asked.

"Of course, I have the funds to stay wherever I want but, for the present time, I am living above this bar. I like to stay connected with the streets. Are you with me or not?"

"WelI. think I should call my wife."

"Really? It's like that. You're pussy whipped?"

"Well, no," I said.

Duardo stood up and walked out the door, swinging it wildly. I followed him out into the unforgiving heat.

Eduardo Paz-Martinez Reflects Part One

"Please don't go!" Rosa said to me as I pulled on my boots. 
"What? Why would I miss this? This is going to be great for the blog,"  I said as I scanned the room for my keys and wallet. 
"But, why does it have to be there at "that" place?"
"I don't know babe.  I guess that's where he feels comfortable."
"But, what if someone slips something in your drink?"
"I don't know.  I guess I'll be somebody's bitch for the night, just kidding.  But, seriously, why are you so upset? I thought you were tolerant of all people." 
"Well, of course, I am, I guess.  It's just that you're such a handsome man and I hate the idea of all those queers googling over you." 
"OK Rosa, just please don't worry about it. It's going to be fine."
"Please don't drink too much or do anything else stupid." she said quickly as I took one last long drag of a joint and walked out the door. 
Five minutes later I was already approaching the dilapidated downtown area. It was a scorching day and the asphalt felt squishy underneath my truck's tires. I circled the block twice, attempting to find a parking space, but ended up parking a couple blocks away from where we had agreed to meet. I closed my ashtray where I keep spare change and stepped out onto the sidewalk.  Crossing over to the shady side of the street I made my way towards the "Bottoms Up Bar." 
The bar had a bench in front of it and two fat whores sat on the bench.  Practically sitting on top of each other they only occupied half of the bench. They flipped their hair around and tried to make eye contact with me as one of them pretended to talk on a cell phone. The door of the bar was painted as a rainbow with the colors going straight up and down following the lines of the wood siding that had been nailed on it. At eye level a hand-painted sign read "Bottoms Up Bar, 4 PM to 2 AM." I could hear music beyond the door, but the door was locked.  On either side of the door there were two large blacked out windows.  
Using my keys I lightly tapped on a window. A few minutes later a tall black man cracked open the door. Only exposing half of his face and using what seemed like an phony deep voice, he asked: "May I help you? You know the bar doesn't open until four." 
"Yes, I see that now but the thing is someone told me to meet them here around this time. The man shrugged and shut the door.  I spun around facing the other side of the street contemplating what to do next. I heard the door creak open again and I turned back around to face it. 
"Just who you supposed to meet here?" The door asked. 
"I think he's a regular," I said.   "His name is Duardo." 
"Duardo?  "Little D"? Well, why didn't you say so? Little D's not here yet," the large black man said as I followed him through the bar. He was tall and lean and walked as gracefully as a supermodel.
"Here honey, this is Little D's table," he said, his voice now relaxed.  "Would you like anything to drink?" 
"Yes please some water." 
"OK, I'll bring you some water in a sec.  I got so much to do before we open and my help ain't showed up yet.:   He smiled and breezed away. 
I tried to stretch out in the restaurant style chair, putting my hands on the table, but the table was covered with some sticky substance.  I put my hands back on my lap and waited.

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