In my neighborhood #14 By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

In my neighborhood #14
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

Shawn “Napster” Fanning decided to become a real estate mogul. He began to develop the property next my subdivision and began to build copycat versions of the models in my neighborhood. Shawn the “ass pirate” did not even buy the land he just began to develop. the fucktard even named the streets the same as the streets in my subdivision. I do not know how the post office stamped that one ok but there you go more government inequities and stupidity they should do a comedy real life series based on government services.
The duplicate street names are not the only problem the quality of the building is in question and Shawn is allowing the “home owners” to build their own houses as a low cost replacement for hired skilled labor.
This owner building has created very poor quality homes whose poor construction will eventually reflect through the markets desire for my homes. In example why would I pay that much for your home when next door is the same home for less or free. Also why would I WANT to live next door to such a poorly constructed neighborhood obviously this subdivision does not value their neighborhood or the quality of their homes.
The architects did not get any royalties for the use of their designs so they are pissed and the neighbors are pissed and the HOA just wrings their hands saying they are restricted in what they can do.
Shit, I skip edging my front yard one week and they have 300 dollar attorneys writing 50 dollar letters to me about the care and maintenance of my yard, but when a real tragedy or a real threat to home value arises they are restricted in what they can do, their hands are tied. PUSSIES all of them.
Shawn “Napster” Fanning believes that the houses will relieve the cost the government spends to support the homeless and there by alleviating the troublesome burden of the government assistance and therefore be a boon to the econimy and inturn raise the value for everyone. this is more of the Regan trickle down slop that the Demorats tried to feed us about taxing the rich less and the middle class more. fucking homos (not that there is anything wrong with that)
so his plan is to “let the houses be free” (or very cheap)
but now too many people are living in the houses. too many people chose to build their own free house and since the houses are free they are not valued buy the “owners” so the houses are being unkempt and unruly. The lawns are not complete and addresses are not post the same causing huge confusion and duplicate address on the same street. The entire mess looks like a mexican shanty town. Raw sewage is running in open-air ditches between the houses to the gutters. Bastard children are playing the ditches and not going to church or school. They just get their education from MTV and their upbringing from Neopets.
Some houses are not finished right. For instance there would be a bedroom in one section of a model and there is nothing just empty house space. Some should be two stories and they are one story. The rooms are built smaller than they should be. Some are just built in a smaller scale so that they can fit on the property, but the house is unlivable due to the cramped rooms. In addition, some are just not finished and never will be completed.
The entire system turned into a socialist mess and now the new subdivision looks like a hobo town.
And again the HOA refuses to take matters seriously.
So the neighbors and I went in the night and raided the neighborhood and burnt the shacks to the ground. Some of us went as concerned citizens while many more went as crazed psychopaths that just wanted to burn some shit and beat up some humans.
It was an epic battle many lives were lost and many brave souls were sent to the maker of lives. I will not do their memories justice by recounting the battle but I do believe the battle and the souls lost deserve some acknowledgement.
We went in from four directions I was in the group led by Tommy Lee and Wendy. We crested the hill that separated the two neighborhoods and we could see that Lee Ving’s group had started early as they had already begun burning houses (I said psychopaths).
We charged down the hill and began kicking down the weakest of shacks. Methodically knocking on structures to get the inhabitants out and then setting the wood ablaze.
About three hours in I was getting tired and my foot hurt something fierce. I have inhaled more smoke and noxious fumes than I would like my healthcare insurance to know about. We reached the center of the neighborhood about the same time as Pam and Kidd’s squad.
Shawn Fanning’s subdivision was out flanked and out maneuvered we had them bunched in the center of the development by the amenities, some were forced so tight that Wendy was standing on heads so she could swing that fire axe of hers.
At one point in the blue twilight of the dawn sun I saw death walking through the mob swinging his scythe just cutting them down like wheat being harvested. I felt sorry for death for it was clear that his job would never be done, because as his swing was complete and the Shawn Fanning residents fell more would spring up in their place. The writs and subpoenas swung and houses fell but we never really began to make any progress.
Finally on my knees in the blood and mud and tears I could see that the residents were now numbering twice what they were when we started. Like cockroaches on HGH, they just grew and grew and I could see fledgling bands in the mob offering versions of the homes in hopes to garner publicity and press about their band and the aid and comfort they were administering to the wicked pirates that we were in a death grip with.
At one point I had to take a dump. So I left the battle to go home and use my toilet that I so love. I find that a comfortable setting is conducive to proper bowel movements and at my late age proper bowel movements are important and cherished. 42 minutes later, I climbed o the top of the hill to see that we had lost.
The shantytown looked as if no one had even been there. Short of a nuclear bomb, we are doomed.
In addition, the HOA just refuses to complete their promised end of the relationship.
To hell in a hand basket I tell ya’, to hell with us all.

Like A Monkey With A Handgun
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Release date: By 3 December, 2007..

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Letters to the church from the lord #1 Ephesus By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

Letters to the church from the lord #1
To the Church in Ephesus
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

The lord becomes very upset with us in the future.
I never want to see us receive a letter like this,

To the Church in Ephesus

Rev 2:1 “To the angel of the church in Ephesus, write the following:

“This is the solemn pronouncement of the one who has a firm grasp on the seven stars in his right hand – the one who walks among the seven golden lampstands: Rev 2:2 ‘I know your works as well as your labor and steadfast endurance, and that you cannot tolerate evil. You have even put to the test those who refer to themselves as apostles (but are not), and have discovered that they are false.
Rev 2:3 I am also aware that you have persisted steadfastly, endured much for the sake of my name, and have not grown weary.
Rev 2:4 But I have this against you: You have departed from your first love!
Rev 2:5 Therefore, remember from what high state you have fallen and repent! Do the deeds you did at the first; if not, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place – that is, if you do not repent.
Rev 2:6 But you do have this going for you: You hate what the Nicolaitans practice – practices I also hate.
Rev 2:7 The one who has an ear had better hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To the one who conquers, I will permit him to eat from the tree of life that is in the paradise of God.’

The church of Ephesus has been a rock in the teaching of the lord but in their fervor they have forgotten the love of the lord. They have forgotten to be passionate and compassionate. They tested everyone that came to them, they became cynical and did not believe the miracles that god had bestowed upon them. They became martyrs; they suffered on purpose and used the lord’s name as a reason to suffer. They brought much suffering upon themselves in the name of the lord.
And then look to the heavens and said look oh lord what we endure for you and in your name.
They need to get into the game. They need to realize that the lord provide many convinces for his people for a reason. Look to the miracles around you and realize that the lord has been there for you through the hard times but does not expect you to suffer needlessly.
Yes pay your penance. Pay what you are due to pay but do not pay more.

Rev 3:3
Therefore, remember what you received and heard, and obey it, and repent. If you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will never know at what hour I will come against you.

Act 8:22
Therefore repent of this wickedness of yours, and pray to the Lord that he may perhaps forgive you for the intent of your heart.

But do not wander this world going oh poor me I have this huge cross to bare because I am a Christian. Oh poor me I may never achieve financial freedom because I have to contribute to the church. I am Christian and god’s children must always suffer.
Hell No! Get thee into the game! Get into the fucking mud and dirt and get into the game. Play the game as the game was meant to be played. And on Sunday repent for your mistakes during the game

Act 3:19
Therefore repent and turn back so that your sins may be wiped out

But do not sit on the side and cry “poor me, oh lo lord look at the terrible suffering I do in your name” he knows suffering and you have not suffered he knows pain and he knows blood shed but you do not know shit!
So stop trying to pretend to know and get into the fucking game.
Think about it! If you succeed then you can contribute that much more to the church and the church then prospers and the good word of the lord becomes louder and mightier. People will look at you and not say oh look at the Christian suffering NO! They will say look at the lord’s child prospering because of the lord, Look at the children of god making a difference.
Stop your weeping. Stop crying foul! And get your ass into the mix. Find your hole and exploit it! If some piece of shit fucking in your office steps on your hand then gouge his fucking eye. If he steps on your tow while punching you then lift his nut sack with your other foot.

Lev 21:20
or a hunchback, or a dwarf, or one with a spot in his eye, or a festering eruption, or a feverish rash, or a crushed testicle.

But do not come on Thursday and take the beating from me and then cry oh I get beat all day long at work by the heathens and the sinful masses and then I come here and I have to pay for my sins but I do this because that is what the lord wants.
No the lord wants you to step up. I want you to step up. My game does not improve unless yours does.

Deu 9:4 Do not think to yourself after the Lord your God has driven them out before you, “Because of my own righteousness the Lord has brought me here to possess this land.” It is because of the wickedness of these nations that the Lord is driving them out ahead of you. 9:5 It is not because of your righteousness, or even your inner uprightness, that you have come here to possess their land. Instead, because of the wickedness of these nations the Lord your God is driving them out ahead of you in order to confirm the promise he made on oath to your ancestors, to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. 9:6 Understand, therefore, that it is not because of your righteousness that the Lord your God is about to give you this good land as a possession, for you are a stubborn people!
I want you all to start the next week with a promise to succeed. I want to hear that you are up for a promotion and that you stepped up to your boss and asked “What do I need to do to get to the next level?” and then you can repent any acts that you have committed to get there. The ends justify the means. If you commit a sin to get to the next level then you can always come to me and I will hear your sins and I will give you penance to pay and you can repent and start the next week fresh and ready to kick that office bully’s ass.

Eph 6:13
For this reason, take up the full armor of God so that you may be able to stand your ground on the evil day, and having done everything, to stand.

Do not play the part of the victim, do not play the part of the martyr, and do not fucking come to me and ask why do I have to suffer?
Fuck yeah that the lord did the suffering for you. The lord took three shots for you. The lord was beaten down and spit on for you. Now get your asses up and kick some ass.
The only people that will survive in the future are those that get up and take what is theirs. If it belongs to you then no one will fault you for taking what is yours. If some one wants to take what is yours then kick the godless ass and tell them the lord told you to smite them. Nothing scares the sinners more than a Christian who kicks ass in the name of god. Trust me on this. I get e-mails all fucking day from those that think I am too over the top and I get some from the whiners that say I am suppose to suffer and not be the strong reverend. And that these sermons are blasphemous.
I laugh and ask them what was the last thing the lord did for you? They can not answer. I tell them the lord gave me the power to kick ass and every ass I kicked the lord thanked me for by letting me kick another.
Get off the side of the track. Look at the rule book and figure where the rule is exploited and exploit it. That is the way it is done now. That is how anybody is going to make it.
If it is yours take it, if it does not belong to anybody take it. If you take it and it does not belong to you then ask for forgiveness.

I have given up on the rocks and I now have a baseball bat. After today we will all know who the sinners are in the parking lot.

Eph 6:23 Peace to the brothers and sisters, and love with faith, from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. 6:24 Grace be with all of those who love our Lord Jesus Christ with an undying love.

The food bank is looking for donations to assist in the thanksgiving holiday food baskets that will be handed out to the legal residents that are in need of assistance. So please either donate time or donate food. If you think that you maybe in need of assistance then ask and volunteer some time to help.
The daycare and Sunday school center is looking for assistance. If you have patience and time on Sunday please consider helping out. The boxing gloves fro the toddlers are the cutest things you should see them. We have pink for the girls and blue for the boys.
That reminds me. Boys if you all lose again this week I will get you all pinkly gloves and take away the reds ones until you can hold your own. I think the boys are fighting with their hearts and not their heads. I know that the girl’s champion is HOT! But you think that she wants to date a guy that she beat up??
Hell no! Step up! Show her that you are a man that can take what is his and she will be putty in your hands. I promise, so you can provide and she will show you she can care for your household. Because that is what it is all about!

I tell you all to keep your pimp hand strong for a reason.

Like A Monkey With A Handgun
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Release date: By 3 December, 2007..

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Sex and sports By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

Sex and sports
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

Baseball is a seduction sport. The pitcher is there on the mound and he wants to get it in, but he does not want the batter to hit it either so he teases and tantalizes out and about the edges just barely there but not enough and then he slips it in real quick like, and the batter thinks “Yeah I liked that, that was nice but I can not let you in there again, let me see that one more time.”
And then the pitcher teases some more, sliding around the edges maybe getting a peek in at the top and the batter likes that too but he was thinking too much about the last one and he misses the opportunity to stop the ball. And then pitcher goes to close the deal, and scratch the itch and puts it in again and this time the batter’s head is on straighter and he sees the pitch as it is and he times his stroke and pokes the ball. The ball is now out and loose and the fielder wants a piece of the action and he scoops the ball cradles the ball, but see he does not get six tries to get his, and he only has one chance so his aim has to be true and he sends the ball to first. The batter-runner is fast though and he gets to the base first with enough momentum to get the safe call. Now the batter-runner has two partners that he gets to tease and finesse. Mostly he gets the face time with the catcher and the back side of the pitcher and he tries to sneak it over to the next base. And now he teases the pitcher and the catcher. The pitcher knows what the runner is up to but he can not see him, and as the runner slides over and closer, over and closer until he out there and he is on the freaking edge and about to pop. The pitcher throws back to try and the get the one that got away. The runner lies out and he sticks his fingers on the bag as the ball is brought down. It is all about the ball touch and the touching the ball. The ball has the magic, the ball has the juice, it has the finite power of yes or no. ahh or ha, shit or fuck yeah. It is all about the ball.

Basketball is drunken sex. Up and down the court like prom dates in the backseat of a car or two bar flies late after closing, looking for fleeting moments of acceptance, passing back and forth clumsy fouls against each other, arms and hands and knees in the way, up and down, back and forth, they jostle and push, press and release, the ball goes in but it is more about how much time they have together then how many times the ball goes in. They both know the ball is going in and they both know that they just want to keep it close until the last five minutes because at the last five minutes then they know the deal is about to close the door is going to shut the sun is going to rise and the date will be over the buzz will be gone and they will have to look at each other and wonder if it was more for them or more for the other. They know that one has to get the most out of the interaction, but who and they throw in more to get the most and at the end they know it is over and they are spent and they look to see who got it the most who was the exercise for really.

Football is date rape both knew that sex was on the agenda both knew that the other wanted to score but each thought they were the one that got to call the shots but thought they were going to be in charge and say when. One knew the other was stronger. One knew the other wanted to score. But in the end the one that scored was the more brutal stronger faster beast. Two animals, one goal, it is just a matter of who got there first and beat the other one into submission. Plowing and driving down the field to the goal. Pushing the ball over the line and into the zone for a goal score and team rejoices and gets stronger for it and the other tries to get stronger tries to clear its defenses and goes back in for another go around. And so it goes round and round and round until one team is done, spent, and whipped while the other team victorious, winners, and champions . Jubilation and excitement is palatable on one side of the field, while shame disgust and defeat is on the other. Plans to repeat the victory is on the minds of the winner and revenge is on the mind of the loser.

Golf is masturbation you are out there alone with your stick and your ball you poke around trying to get it in the little hole and the only person you are trying to finesse and tease is yourself. In the end it is your best you are trying to change it is your score from the last time you were alone you are trying to best. I get it, I do it from time to time but in the end I would like a good game of baseball over a game of golf.

Like A Monkey With A Handgun
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Release date: By 3 December, 2007..

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A Stinky Contraption By Rev. J. Sleestaxx

The shoes were a stinky contraption of leather, rubber and canvas held together by man made threads. The logo design was no longer of any importance any more, as they just hung on the wire. The shoes on the wire told everybody that a bad man lived here and to stay away.
Everyday they were a constant reminder to original owner that he let some punk take his shoes. HIS shoes that his daddy bought for him, just before daddy left and never came back. And how his momma was so mad when she saw him come home bare footed.
Everyday he walks to school and he looks at those shoes and his ass remembers the sting of the belt and his thighs remember the blood rushing to the welts. His momma was so high she beat him until Mama Helen come across the street to stop her.
Then the two of them got into a fight, and his momma forgot about the shoes. Mama Helen made his mother cry when she told her was just a strawberry and had no right raising kids. That day he ran and hid under the stairs of the front porch with the stray cat and her kittens.
His momma yelled that at least her kid was alive and not dead from gang banging. Mama Helen slapped his mother hard and it was the first time Mama Helen did not seem to be happy.
So everyday he thought about those damn shoes. They were just shoes, but they meant so much more, to so many people, and he swore he was going to get out of this place and one day he would come back and buy everybody all the shoes that everybody wanted so that the shoes would not mean anything to anyone.
On this particular day the memories were stronger and he remembered how his eyes stung from the tears and his heart hurt like it did when the women were yelling at each other. His nose stung also but he did not at first know why. He went under the stairs today this had become his place of refuge and the cat and her kittens had become permanent residents in his fortress of solitude.
He thought he needed to get away from this place. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter and marijuana cigarette. He put the wrinkled bent roll of paper to his lips and brought the lighter up to his face…
The worker did not speak English, but he knew that he needed to make money for his family that the baby was getting to old for just breast milk and real solid food needed to be fed to the boy. A boy, ‘I am the father of a boy’, he thought with pride as he jammed the controls of the tractor.
He did not speak English, but he did smile and nod his head real well. But because he did not speak English and the tractor was in need of a tune up he did not hear the site foreman yell to stop. And he drove the bucket into the soft brown soil one more time. He made the tractor kick the bucket in so that the dirt would stay in the bucket. But there was some resistance and he jammed the controls again to swing the bucket to the right a bit. The resistance stopped and the arm swung up. And now in the perfect hole was a large pipe sticking up. The air around the pipe end rippled and swirled like the air on hot day next to the black top.
The boy struck the striker on his lighter once and then twice. And a huge fire ball erupted under the stairs and grew to encompass the entire block.
Now to say the neighborhood was old is to say that a whale is a large animal that swims. So the block of houses made of lumber that has never seen a drop of water in 150 years just shuddered once and then went into toothpick mode.
The boy at first felt the warmth of the blast then the searing pain of his sins and his fathers sins as he burned up into a pile of tar like substance.

Like A Monkey With A Handgun
By Rev. J. Sleestaxx
Release date: By 3 December, 2007..

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I am sick

and this is the best you will for a few days

ninja pimp chickens and visions of sug knight

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwyPI-zKqRs

Baseball season starts next week.

Baseball season starts next week.
so does Softball.
This year i am signed up for tournaments for both sports and for both leagues.
Looks like i will be doing softball two nights a week and baseball two nights and starting this weekend i will be doing tournaments every weekend.
Good because i was feeling low on hatred and anger.
Time to filler up.
Coaches! we are on the clock!

“do not argue with an idiot. people watching will not be able to tell the difference”

Spyware/virus fix instructions

Have you ever had a spyware or virus infection that just could not be fixed? Or you deleted a file and need it back.

One reason is the operating files that are infected and used by the infection can not be modified while windows is loaded and you can not use any removal software without windows.
 catch 22
 Well i have a technical post that can maybe help some with the answer.

Hardware needed:
1GB USB stick
or Blank CD

Software Needed:
Winxp sp2 http://Microsoft.com
BartPE http://www.nu2.nu/
HP Flashdisk Tool http://www.bootdisk.com/plan30/hpflash1.zip
Any extra BartPE Plugin ready
packages http://www.google.com

Any confusion or any extra
investigation refer to http://www.bootdisk.com/pendrive.htm.
I used this as a jump start for the following.

Note: The quote characters and
square brackets are for designation only and should not actually be used. 

1. Format
   with HP Flash disk tool
2. On USB
   flash device make directory “minint”
3. Using
   BartPE software (pebuilder.exe) configure applications wanted and needed
   create build
4. In
   directory of BartPE build will be approximately 7 objects

                  [Etc]
                  [I386]
                  [Program
Files] (Note: This may not exist in your flavor of BartPE)
                  [Programs]
                  Autorun.inf
                  Bootsect.bin
                  WIN51Ia

1. Copy
   everything in [I386] to “minint” on the USB Flash device.
2. Copy
   “setupldr.bin” from [I386] to USB Flash [Root] and rename to “NTLDR”
3. Copy
   “NTDETECT.COM” from [I386] to USB Flash [Root]
4. Copy
   [Etc] from BartPE Build to USB Flash [Root]
5. Copy
   [Program Files] from BartPE Build to USB Flash [Root]
6. Copy
   [Programs] from BartPE Build to USB Flash [Root]
7. Copy
   any other files from BartPE Build to USB Flash [Root]

The root of the USB device should
look like:

                  [Etc]
                  [minint]
                  [Program
Files] (Note: This may not exist in your flavor of BartPE)
                  [Programs]
                  Autorun.inf
                  BOOTLOG.TXT
(hidden)
                  Bootsect.bin
                  COMMAND.COM
(hidden)
                  IO.SYS
(hidden)
                  MSDOS.SYS
(hidden)
                  NTDETECT.COM
                  NTLDR
                  WIN51Ia

Instructions for BartPE:
 This application helps to create a windows build/install that can be run from a CDrom or a USB device.
 The application is free but the application is in need of a winxp service pack2 CD.
 BartPE is made by a german fella and some of the plugins maybe in german.
 I find the clamwin and adware plugins the most important.
 there are some file recovery programs included that work great if you delete a file and need it back.

Down load from the site mentioned.
 run the install
 start the “pebuilder.exe”
 Click the “plugin button”
 enable and disable any plugins you want.
 Google for “bartpe plugins” will bring a large selection of free software to fix many problems.
Point the software to the winxp files needed
point the software to the location you want to put the new files
choose a name for the ISO (cd Image).
 press build.
 generally you can ignore the warnings but if there is any errors you will need to fix them before you have a working build.
 i find that all of this is very straight forward but if anyone has any questions i am available to assist where i can.

Note: i have nothing to do with any site or software other than i use them i do not write software, i do not make plugs and i do not use or provide any free software or any bootlegged software.
 
Disclaimer: i am not responsible for any damage you do to your pc.

Steroids

I can tell you a couple groups that are not using performance enhancers.
 The
DMV, The bagger at my grocery store, the fucker that just pulled out in
front of me infront of starbucks, and couple co-workers.

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Must have tasted good

Yum Sushi
This must have tasted so good but i wonder if the last tasted as good as the first.

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