Detention Center Shootout - A New Hope [1080p HD]

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Jango, Obi-Wan, and Jesus Christ

   
   "Jango, Obi-Wan, and Jesus Christ"
   
   Jango against Obi-Wan, with hints of God, not like the Disney bullshit.  Verily, a mere man against an angel.  Who won the fight?  Draw.  Who won the cult and cool--Jango did, in my book.  
   A laser gun can melt an angel's essence off.  Aquinas was wise.  Beyond all demons.  To start knowing wisdom; next, fear God first.  Fear your Father, a true gentleman who will not touch you incorrectly.  Don't let them smear your Father.  He is beaten, battle-scarred--you think God has it easy?  No, He has to put up with all of our shenanigans; plus, that of the somewhat fallible celestial hierarchy.  God is a mere man, so strong, without the witching way, but can crush it, with a shot to the face, technology, like stormtroopers marching through the streets, coming again, in corporeal form, to kick your ass and make us all get it in line--we all have it coming, our portion.  
   Act like a lady!  Even if you have the angelic gifts.  And the Father knows your playbook, hell-He wrote it.  I'm terrified that I pissed Him off, and you should be too.  There's always a bigger fish, and He's watching all of us.  Just a man.  Who could architect a Multiverse save a mere man?  And let the Virgin be the angel.  And Jesus Christ--half angel and half man.  The Son of God; also, the Son of Man.  He is both savage and saint.  Don't get on His wrong side.  You cannot fool him or enchant a Priest by whispering charms into their ears, nor lather them with gifts--the game of fools, for the wise man fears the Father, and only is made to love by a loyal lady.  Hell, I didn't write this, this isn't even my house, they tell me.  But I like to watch SIMON & SIMON reruns.  Too, I watched Magnum the other night.  T.C., Higgins, Rick, Zeus and Apollo; plus, hot babes and beer-drinking, resurrecting John Barleycorn every goddamn day.
   And, out of honor, I remind you, him like unto God, being a great soldier, the brother of the modern King of Israel--Yonatan, I beleive, for I am not a scholar, nor ever will be, just a mere serf.  He died, in battle, but lives, as do all of the Father's people, if they can love their way into Atomic God.  You cannot metaphorically hack into Atomic God.  And this man was a beautiful soldier.  Can soldiers be beautiful?  He was.  The Southern Baptist Church taught me a very smart thing, even though I'm Catholic, which is:  Salvation is of the Jews.  As Christ boldly declared.  And in my book, they deserve a free pass, being the first slaves and all; moreover, hated by all you schmucks, and for what?  Because they are of Him?  Good for them.  We can have it too.  If we love the Father's Hebrew Son.  

Obi-Wan vs Jango Fett - Attack of the Clones [1080p HD]

Barney Miller Season 3 intro Remasterd (HD)

Mother & Father

   
   "Mother & Father"

   Not black/white.  Not good/evil.  Wicked.  Heaven is not bought by patterns.
   Does a Mother not hear Her child screaming on the battlefield--even the witches?  Good for them; indeed, she does goodwill, for once, seeing the fragility of a child.  

   Father is battle-scarred and beaten, wearing His bruises gallantly.  Yet, He is not proud.  Eyes slanted, like a Jesuit Jap.
  
  Father is the ultimate trickster, beyond the adversary, for Father goes in many guises.
Never can tell.  

   We need some goddamn music in here--ya schmucks.  Everybody has bumper music.  Nah, I don't want any; still, my blood brother, a warrior dwarf armed with elf-like skills, and a haircut for seven dollars--he's the man, yet he better start wearing the white hat, his friends too, but dude--if they don't follow the one true God; next, they only have atomic consciousness, but never ATOMIC GOD, for the Father is never cheated into selling out or rolling over.  He will kill any and all souls that hurt His children.  

   Verily, the Father displays mercy for the defenseless.

   Gonna watch some BARNEY MILLER reruns.  I like FLINTSTONES vitamins.  My blood brother likes mustard on his tater tots.  My dog makes an asshole out of me by crapping in front of hot girls at the park and dumping on further hallowed ground.  I carry a poop bag--she's a damn moose, but Sarah Palin hasn't shot her yet.

   If it's Dodgers and Yankees--it will be ICONIC.
   

God is a man???

   
   "God is a man???"
   
   It is written, we are in God's image, not the Celestial Hierarchy nor the Four-Living Creatures--I'm asking, not telling.
   Again, wend the way of metaphor here.  
   Even a truck driver can kill a vampire?  Man against monster.  Every dog has its day.  Never can tell in a fight.  Or can you?
   G. Gordon Liddy's Will.  Yoda's mammalian (because he had a little hair and maybe nipples) power of the Force.  The truck driver's reflexes; plus, the knife in his boot.  Many a Cowboy who tell you to never bring a knife to a gunfight have lost to a Brave, armed only with that.
   Have I been drinking to write such mad things?  Of course--get over it!  I can even mimic Cher, if I treat her like a lady.  It's all possible.  Or is it?  Limit yourself, or be intuitive, and maybe called crazy.  
   Dodgers got it last night . . .