Saints, Angels, And Confessors . . .

   
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   After Saint Peter violently sliced off a body part, the Living Christ explained, more or less:  "I could have an Army of Angels at my side."   As a result, why not mimic Christ?  I hate to dub Martin Luther "Lucifer", but even Nietzsche, in his wise and uncanny confusion, spoke sternly against the man who thieved away the Virgin Mary (Jesus' Beloved Mom), Saint Michael (God's Enforcer, the most powerful Arch-Angel), and all other Angels, Saints, and Confessors from invocation.  Yet, are we not instructed to mimic Christ?  And Christ clearly claimed to Saint Peter that He could call upon the Celestial Hierarchy (Angelity).  And Saints and Confessors are not dead, yet ALIVE in Christ; thus, they can observe our stranded humanity.
   
   However you decide to follow Christ--it is wise; nonetheless, don't execute the benevolence of His Mother or His Father's Angels, Saints, and Confessors.  Verily, SUPER-POSITIONING is a term used in the science of physics to explain being in multiple places at once; moreover, even in His nearly omniscient awesomeness, Christ, as would Occam's Razor possibly hint--can't be everywhere, throughout the flux of time and space without a bit of Transfigured Hesitation; therefore, we should invoke His Mom, Saint Michael, and others residing beyond the Sublime Perimeter to assist us--this is not a sin, and this is my gripe against Protestantism--though may they be blessed and wise.
  
   Loving Christ's Mom is not a sin!  She gave His Father a sense that humanity might be saved--was hope for the human race, and genetically-cloned (more or less) for the altruistic purpose of Salvation.  It was Her foot upon the Adder's Head as mentioned in the Old Testament.  Hence, do not denounce Her; it would be "not polite" to Her Son, your Lord.  Regardless, we must all love one another, study our adversaries, pray for them, savor every singular soul's right to autonomy, and hope the experience of death is more than a Pantheistic Light Show in the Cosmos.  God Bless.
   
   Sincerely, Mark David King 

JEW, CHRISTIAN, MUSLIM: BROTHERS OF ABRAHAM!

   
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   "People are born ignorant; it is education that makes them stupid."  . . . Lord Bertrand Russell . . .
   
   I never climbed the scholastic ladder of academia; nevertheless, I am no incontinent, intellectual douche, determined to fume my own toxicity with fresh, strawberry or watermelon scents; alas, I am here:  BLOGGING!
   
   America wasted its supposed adversary with W. Bush's ignorance; specifically, does the former President of the U.S., only having wanted to be MLB President know of the Koran--of the Arch-Angel Gabriel swimming down forth from the celestial ocean of the Big Neon Glitter to read Muhammad literate?  An uneducated, loafer of the sand-blasted geography, residing in a metaphorical chaise lounge, listening to the silence of the Four Winds under the illumination of the Big Neon Cheese, Lime-Green Moon, bragging the best bold among the effulgent stars skyways?  Freaking:  Know your enemy.  Do Navy Seals know of Christ not perishing on the Cross, yet starbursting into eternity from the sanguine circumstance of Calvary?  Bullshit.  They kill without education, though educated, in the incorrect manner.
   
  I can take apart my rifle, and a man's skull, in 4.2 seconds; still, I am lost to the theology of it all.  Why is this happening?  Why has an old man sent me to ethnically cleanse a people?  I am an infant concerning their religious culture, that seed which drives them to determination.  I aborted those people because of ignorance.
   
   Why do not the Abrahamic religions fuse into SuperSymmetry?  Hindu people, Buddha too--beloved and neutral or theologically romantic with Krishna's suave azure-hued love of it all, offering a straight spine and retaliation against rapist giants or somekindofmonsters; regardless, the THREE HOLY, ABRAHAMIC THEOLOGIES should UNITE.  JEW, CHRISTIAN, MUSLIM--side by side, thwarting the Multiversal Cosmos with theological couth concerning the most potent God in the Megaverse.  It doesn't happen.  We are slaying our own brothers.  Tell me:  How many Israeli souls and Palestinians have spawned genetic flesh?  Myriads I say, yet no one speaks of their hybrid nature.  Tells their biological tale.  They are Star-Children.  Understand the Creation of Humanity, and the return of Divinity or Salacious Iniquity to reclaim Terra's Surface.  Thus, Unite brothers.  The Torah, New Testament, Koran--all from the same Godly seed, yet jealous brothers without the reformation of genius.  Not Martin Lucifer I'm talk'n.  Us all.  Bleeding Red.  Genetically similar, united like the pride of African-Americans we must be, loving ourselves; indeed, before the cardiac muscle (the heart) gives blood to the other physiological organs, it takes some blood for itself.  We are brothers, us Abrahamic Religions; still, we envy with Nazi Uncouth and all the rat-ass rest.  Time to evolve.  Time to gel and mesh unearthly.  For the fallen are coming.  They are fucking coming.  And if they arrive in our skies and we hate each other; next, we are doomed to slavery.  Verily, our SAVIOR is our united determination to damn the devil.  Verily, get in line with your enemy to conquer the incoming heretics, skyborn from the cosmic confusion.
   
   Sincerely, Mark David king

WEREWOLF SLUT "Original Poem" Mark David King

   
   Plotinus may pantheistic-like ponder:  "The Simpler something is; next, the closer it is to God."
  
   WEREWOLF SLUT, my original TITLE and poem, hijacked by many creatively, though I offer them adoration and love--is a teenage tale concerning Winter Beachgrove, a smok'n hot, adolescent babe blessed with buxom divine, morphing wolf-ways.  Only a pre-pubescent poet dubbed Jelly Roll (he appears in most of my poetic novellas) can save her by way of invoking the trans-corporeal presence of God's Enforcer, the Arch-Angel, Saint Michael.  A simple, simple, holy poem.  Available on Apple iTunes, the Nook, or Amazon.com--here's a link to my Amazon page:  WEREWOLF SLUT and King's Books!  
     
   I gotta few pics of my stylish countenance back in the Reagan years, sporting a Blue-Black Mane of hair, much to my mother's disapproval; plus, some more modern shots of me, now 41 years of age.  So, totally, check out WEREWOLF SLUT.  Before they were selling t-shirts or doing romance literature or Blogging themselves this title, I was mystically penning this prose-laced piece, my cerebral capacity diminished, though made elegantly effulgent, by way of King David's Psalm concerning herb in the KJV.  Check it out:
   
   

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Sin And Redemption

   
   
   I am no Saint.  As said before:  "We are all a bunch of sons of bitches."
  
  Myriads of men are better than me; still, God I hope I'm trying.  The examples of Christ and His Immaculate Mother drive us to better ourselves--to become infinitely decent.  But I fall short.  I've even slacked off on my own, personal asceticism.  Hate being a fluid-like organism.  Want more.  Bio-mechanical possibilities.  Able to program my cerebral capacity to delete thoughts that culminate in the act of sin.
   
   May God Bless us all.  May we forget revenge, lust, and loathing.  This life we are just sizing each other up, sowing ourselves into immortal images; thus, become one with humility and detachment, consuming only the Body of Christ, and crafting your physiology to moral behavior as is the way of the benevolent Angels and Saints.  May God be with us.  And may I stop being such a jerk.  Bless you all.
  
Sincerely, Mark David King  

America Is Dead!

   
   "The only person you can control in life is yourself; nevertheless, the modern, American government is attempting to control its own people."  - Holy Spirit of 1776 -
   
   From the DEA's diabolical duties to our corrupt police state,
   The friendly folk of America are getting raped;
   Alas, Our Freedom is in perilous jeopardy,
   For the fat cats in Washington are the only ones knowing FREE--
   The 1st Amendment is being violently viewed with scorn,
   For to hurt someone's feelings usurps Liberty's norm
   Since "sticks and stones" are now weaker than words
   In an American Culture where Freedom disturbs;
   Plus, the 2nd Amendment, which protects the 1st
   Is allowed by corrupt cops, them hurting the worst--
   Uncle Sam forgetting that no alien country could overrun
   Our elegant countryside since the citizen is allowed a gun,
   Yet Piers Morgan hates the Wild West,
   Which was our most intrepid time; indeed, a cowboy is the best,
   Able to stand up "equally" to a corrupt sheriff,
   Him believing his badge grants him the nobility of a Holy Seraph;
   Moreover, "cruel and unusual" is our civilized punishment for men,
   The government giving repetitive sodomy to innocent males inhaling their own health plan,
   For Obama doesn't realize that Honest Abe loathed prohibition,
   Claiming it Anti-American, and the privilege of use being an individual decision--
   So instead of genuine, historical education and toleration for your neighbor,
   Our government is doing the devil a torturous favor,
   Shackling the souls with illegal searches and many an unjust seizure,
   Eclipsing "Our Rights" with Totalitarianism-like, fork-tongued leisure;
   Furthermore, the government tries to control our bodies, minds, and spirits too,
   Making it illegal to be unique and true,
   Melting in color or sexual identity,
   Morphing ourselves into a magnanimous futurity--
   But what is allowed is slave labor and many a health care fee,
   Modern politicians thinking themselves great like FDR's brilliant Social Security;
   In addition, the Eagle has crashed and space goes unexplored--
   Our pioneering spirit neutered by the compulsion to control with primitive sword . . .
   
   Sincerely, Mark David King
   
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Ulcerative Colitis/Iron-Deficiency Anemia Can Kill?

  
  
   Inflammatory Bowel Disease (Ulcerative Colitis) with Iron-Deficiency Anemia can kill?  Possibly.  If it wasn't for a blood transfusion years ago--I would not be here; alas, maybe not a bad thing, considering the agony of the whole spicy enchilada. 
 
   Good thing about Blood Transfusions, unless of course you're a Jehovah's Witness and keen upon the Book of Exodus--you get plenty of IRON and are not damned to hell.  Monstrous amounts of IRON I'm talk'n.  And the sanguine fluid has been screened a myriad of times, protecting you from the possibility of any futuristic infection associated with the ichor-like infusion.
  
   Liver is a fundamental necessity for Iron-Deficiency Anemia; nevertheless, if associated with Ulcerative Colitis, it can mentally FREAK YOU CRAZY to imbibe the bloody organ that processes all the toxins in a mammal's physiological system; still, CALF LIVER seems the most benign, though morally perplexing--poor babies.  But if you're fading into entropy; next, invoke Saint Francis to pray for the beast, and fry yourself up some IRON-INFUSED CALF LIVER with regular butter. 
  
   Iron Pills may constipate, which is pure Pandemonium for a sorry soul afflicted with Ulcerative Colitis, for besides numerous, bloody, mucous-like explosions of fecal matter that won't stop, there is also the flip side of the coin:  Painful constipation, your bowels in LOCK-UP, fumbling no feces save squirts of crimson blood.  Yeah, being fun is sick.  If my Doc would only infuse me with REMICADE IV; next, I would enter a perpetual state of remission, but due to the Iron-Deficiency Anemia and quasi-malnutrition, I suffer and swallow steroids or insert Nuclear-Powered Suppositories into my anal cavity.  This is life.  Don't cry about it.  Just cope, invoke the Angels and Saints, and hope your State offers the soothing solace of natural medicine.  Best of fortune to all those suffering from Inflammatory Bowel Disease and Iron-Deficiency Anemia.
 
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   Sincerely, Mark David King

Does Lt. Governor Ron Ramsey Hate Sick People???

  
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   Does Lt. Governor Ron Ramsey Hate Sick People???
  
   In a quixotic nutshell--LIBERTY:  Freedom from emasculating or despotic government.   And the word "Conservative" is a genuine antonym of Liberty, meaning to limit; however, the "Liberals" are no better, politically promising change, yet never re-forging the ghostly resonation of 1776.
  
   More often than wise--Lt. Governor Ron Ramsey has boasted of his oppressive politics to the press; specifically, he has denounced Medical Cannabis in the State of Tennessee, offering up the excuse of ABUSE.  Yet he has not even a fundamental understanding of Cannabis and its medical benefits, nor that receptors for this magnanimous plant reside within human physiology.  King David and his wise son Solomon imported much from non-Hebrew nations in noble attempt to thwart depression and suffering; plus, to promote religious mysticism--David Psalming:  "Wine to make man's heart happy, and herb for the service of man."  Yet no wine in grocery stores in Tennessee; furthermore, no Medical Cannabis for the wilted and weary as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures.
  
   But if Ron Ramsey was wickedly ill, with a bestial disease; next, his tune might change, unless of course he has the constitutional strength of a Buddhist Monk, embracing agony for holy purpose--but I doubt it.  Regardless, let me examine partial aspects of my suffering:  Inflammatory Bowel Disease (Ulcerative Colitis), producing Iron-deficiency anemia and internal and external hemorrhoids; plus, a pulsating Psoriasis in the anal sphincter; moreover, when out of remission--10 to 20 explosive, bloody bowel movements daily, in incontinent fashion, diapers are back in style for me.  Too, feels like my anus has been hellishly scorched by the Magical Trident of Satan Himself; then, when in remission, a modest 5 to 10 torturous bowel movements daily, or maybe a month of sincere, agonizing constipation, shrinking my once 175 pound frame to that of 136 pounds in a mercurial amount of time.  Yup--afraid to eat; afraid to poop, nothing squirting out but a mixture of blood and fecal ruination, further bleeding me anemic and morphing me into a mutated skeleton.  At my worst:  117 pounds, in need of a major blood transfusion, high doses of IV steroids, REMICADE IV (infliximab), ASACOL HD 800 MG 3 times daily, KETOCONAZOLE Cream or APEXICON Cream for a salacious synergy of Fluxing Fungus and Persistent Psoriasis in anal cavity, ANUCORT-HD 25 MG Rectal Suppositories, and more PREDNISONE, which at one point maligned my face into an asymmetrical portrait of vivid acne and blistering boils for nearly a year.  Oh yeah, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder with Tics, further prohibiting me from having any real zest for hunger; specifically, fear of appetite. 
  
   So, I take my LEGAL medicine, suffer, suffer some more, and watch Ron Ramsey continue to fight for Medical Cannabis to never be offered in the Great State of Tennessee, and if he does ever acquiesce--he would only allow if for HIV/AIDS patients, not the majority of sufferers cranked up on Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, Anti-Anxiety Users, and Pain Killing patients.  And even with those drugs, Ron Ramsey wants to monitor you, placing a robotic replica of a spying Uncle Sam in your medicine cabinet.  So, does this guy hate sick people?  Should I go to the street and attempt to purchase cannabis there?  Next, get arrested, sodomized, put on probation, pay court fees, have random drug tests, making the local government's wallet fatter.  So, I don't!  I stay away from the streets in sublime and cautiously keen fashion, praying to Christ that Medical Cannabis might one day soothe anybody, with any condition, in the Great State of Tennessee.  But as long as Ron Ramsey runs the roost--nope!
 
   And yes, there will always be people who abuse their medication--always.  But that should not be my problem.  Do what your physician says, but give him the privilege of offering true solace; otherwise, you are an agent of evil, hating America and the concept of Liberty.   Remember Christ's Words in Red (KJV) Matthew 5:7--it wending:  "Blessed are the merciful:  for they shall obtain mercy."
 
  Too, I heard Ron Ramsey wants to make all females wait 48 hours before able to have an abortion.  What happens when the first girl disfigured by Obsessive Compulsive Disorder freaks out because some disgusting frat boy gets her drunk and takes advantage of her--you think she'll wait 48 hours?  Won't even have to worry about a crazy Doc with a coat hanger at that point--she'll cut the unwanted spawn out of her flesh with Japanese Cutlery; then, of course, the benevolent Nashville Police will incarcerate her for what wasn't her fault.  Yeah, I love Ron Ramsey, and I love living in a Free America.  These modern politicians are attempting to craft a NERF WORLD, or better--Build another Tower of Babel.  All to God's despise . . .
  
   Sincerely, Mark David King