Saint John the Eagle; plus, Dogs

   
   "Saint John the Eagle; plus, Dogs"
   
   I can't remember, even though my mind is photographic, the number of people who have tried to kill me, persecute me with brainwashing, lock me up in 3 States, and in a psychiatric facility.  Go screw yourselves, or my Mother will do it for you.  YUP, AND I BOLDLY SAY TO YOU BASTARDS THAT DOUBT FATIMA:  The Virgin Mary has legs.  The best.  She shows her legs to me.  They're ivory.  As white as snow.  And She has ice water in her veins.  I'm frigid myself; thus, I honor my Mother, without Freud's demon.  I don't even blink.  She is my Mother, you pornographic sleazeballs.  If you think you have your Salvation Protestants, think again.  You take Christ off the Cross, and deny His death.  You have no crucifix.  You kill the Virgin, because Martin Luther had an Oedipus Complex, the bastard--the fucking German schmuck.  Nietzsche even abandoned his German heritage, because Martin Luther wanted to screw Jesus' Mother.  Get over it!
   You steal the Holy Family.  You steal Mary, the Angels, Saints, Prophets, and Kings.  You put Jesus in your pocket, as if He doesn't have a Mother.  If you can't stand in the Virgin's presence; next, you can't stand in the presence of Christ, for He resides with His Mother--She is the Gate of Heaven; moreover, She has great legs, all angels do, and I'm pleased with Her perfect beauty, for beauty has Her way.  Are you mad at God because you are ugly?  You fools.  The Virgin is the ultimate super-model, and I'm freaking ugly, and I accept it, honoring Her, and not complaining about my portion.
   You hate beauty, because you do not possess it.  You have envy.  You sea hags that destroy true love.  Your daughter was meant for me, and I was meant for her.  Recall Easter Sunday, when you bitched out my Rh negative empathy, saying that I was not good enough for your daughter.  Too young; too stupid.  Who is the exposed and unmasked sea hag now?  I came not to bring peace, Christ mentioned, but put daughter against mother.  Your children do not belong to you, but God Himself.  Remember how Tobias did love-make.  All for the glory of God.  And he had an angel dog, that you spit on.  Learn how to sell ice cream, as you've crushed true love.  But you know what hag, she still loves me, and I know it.  Your husband wants to see her smile, and he is obedient and faithful, ever patient, like Saint Joseph himself, and you make him your prize and your property, when he only belongs to God.
   Am I crazy?  Am I homosexual?  Indeed, how bad do you want to know!?!