NOTE:
This evening at Western White House our 2025 Comic is host for a conversation
w/ SPQR aka 'OG of radical boat-rockers'.
After
a visit to Reverend Wrath congregation church compound in Sangre de Cristo Mts,
SPQR is here at WWH to reveal a 'vision' from Ariel (האריה של אלוהים)
12/25/24
10:15 PM
(PST)
'BE AFRAID politicHOs, news ancHOrs, war profiteers...SPQR is in the house !'
"its
a honor J, you're among the best political comedy writers of our time"
‘Merry
Christmas to me! Ok SPQR, before we get started with your ‘revelation’ story…I
got to be honest, first time hearing the story about Reverend Wrath
congregation, I thought you were full of shhiiitt…’
“HA!
I remember you joking about Reverend Chris (Wrath) …Bully GraHAM”
‘Jerry
Farewell, Ralph Speed, Pot Robertson… sorry can’t help myself’
“I
realized that about you on the road trip, like driving with Don Rickles. You
kept joking… until you didn’t”
‘ah
yes, the ‘road trip’ …you asked me along so I’d stop joshing on the Reverend,
RIGHT?’
“actually,
Rev. Chris got a real kick outta your humor. He’d call me just for laughs at
the latest religious insults”
(flashback) The Road Trip
'Driving
out of SoCal to the great unknown with Bernie B, Mary Goode, #9 & #33 from
Warriors Club, some good bud and your ‘experience’ stories…
we
had that Jack Kerouac ‘On The Road’ feeling all the way to New Mexico. If
anyone wonders why the state is called the Land of Enchantment… well, you got
to see it for yourself.
‘SPQR,
you timed our road trip for maximum awe.’
“ABQ
‘Balloon Fiesta’! You guys were like kids again”
‘NO
warning, except your Bugs Bunny imitation: “I should’s taken that left turn in
Albuquerque”. Just drove us into that un-freakn-believable scene! More hot air
balloons than we could count with green or red chili Margarettas on the side.’
“They
know how to throw a ‘party’ in the ABQ. Glad everyone had fun because it’s
about to get serious…”
After
a day sleeping it off, we were anxious to get back on the road.
Took I-25 out of Albuquerque, leaving the Sandia Mt for its foothills. SPQR got off the Interstate south of Santa Fe for the scenic backroads route. The road was straight into a never-ending desert horizon all around us.
We passed through Native Tribes
territory, the Pueblos and Reservations.
Stopped at the roadside for some fresh
handmade Pueblo fry bread. Mary G. asked where she could find authentic Native
made jewelry. Following the ladies directions warning us there’s no street
signs. Left at this, right at that until you see the unfinished adobe building
with the thin man sitting in front. The outdoor vendor had his creations spread
out on very cool native blanket. She bought a handcrafted silver and turquoise
bracelet:
“Can you believe the deal he gave me?”
Mary was giddy, “I gave him an extra $20 just because he’s a talented artist”
On
to the canyon roads, towering rock face cliffs on each side, through National
Forest lands, past piñon pines that took us to a hidden valley where the hills
turned blood red. Took a turn leaving pavement behind, driving down the sandy
road until we pulled up to Reverend Wrath church compound deep in Sangre de
Cristo Mts… that’s the ‘Blood of Christ’ mountains for non-bilinguals.
Rev.
Chris and the congregation welcomed us in.
It
was clear SPQR and Rev. Chris were great friends, kind’a felt bad for all the
Reverend Wrath jokes as I was introduced:
“so
this is the wise guy trained by ‘Insult Comic Dog Triumph’ ?”
guess,
I deserved it, ‘lol… that’s a good one Chaplain Chuckles’.
Good
thing the Rev. had a sense of humor. Middle of nowhere, no cell phone signal,
pissing off the wrong kind of religious leader could get dicey…
SPQR
wasn’t wrong when he described this ‘congregation’:
“Some
of the most interesting, enlightened, caring people I ever encountered,
included people of every race, creed, culture and economic class.
Embraced
by local Native Tribes and the Lost Tribe of Judah from
Jamaica
with roots to Africa.
Blessed
by a ‘special relationship’ with Ariel (האריה של אלוהים) who led them on a path to the
‘Consciousness’.”
We
weren’t the only guests at the compound. Later that evening they had a ‘healing
ceremony’ for Soldiers & Veterans working for peace to leave the horrors of
combat behind and families who suffered loss involved with casualties of war.
Sitting
around a campfire we were introduced to Val (Mother of one dead, one disabled
combat Veteran daughters) Rev. Chris stayed close as she gave wise counsel on
how to vent anger without using knives, guns or bombs.
“my
girls, look what they did to my baby girls… those”
‘I
heard her whisper’
“BLEEP *\*/ * mmmfffs.
Let me tell you about my group of ‘Gold Star’ Moms, unhuhnm, we got together write proposal for a referendum, unhuh, Military draft for rich kids of the *~!s who sacrificed our children.
So we all go to Washington, DC, that’s right, Capitol Hill, got IT? Who denies access to Gold Star Moms? Do you know not one of the war makers would read our Draft Proposal…
Whole
afternoon, going from one elected ‘Representative’ office to another:
‘dead
on arrival’ ‘NO go ladies’ ‘good luck finding sponsors for that bill’
‘its
an election loser’ ‘I’d never get a donation again’ ‘even if it passed in the
House, the Senate, would kill it’
“OK.
well go talk to Senators…” We heard the Rep. laughing as we left his office.
“I
don’t know about the other Moms, but that laugh rubbed me the wrong way.
House
of punk@$$ b*****s. Maybe we’ll find a real man in the Senate uhnhuh… it was
harder to see a Senator. They had sweet talking receptionists:
‘Moms,
you are so sweet and lovely, and smart too. Your Proposal is well written, and
the grammar, my my. Unfortunately the Senator is very busy today.”
These
were Aristocrats, you could smell the wealth in their ‘finer things of life’.
We
should’ve quit right there. What happened next…
‘Come
in Moms, my door is always open to Military concerns. My support for our troops
and their families is rock solid. Now tell me, what can I do for you?’
We handed him our draft proposal…
‘Let
me see, service to our beloved USA, yes, social equality… aaahhh, draft kids of
elected officials and our corporate partners??? WHAT? My son is headed for the
Ivy League, Ladies! Our nation will be best served when our best and brightest
graduate. What in GODs name made you ladies think I’d support anything that
would jeopardize his future?’
“MY
DAUGHTER WAS TOP OF HER CLASS… she had a choice of top Universities but she
wanted to finance her own education to save our finances for my youngest… NOW
SHE HAS NO FUTURE MF! Luckily the Moms acted quickly to pull me off the
Senators desk… So let me scream into the night aaaaaahhhhhhhgggg…!”
“Mary
Goode had tears rolling down her face. #9 & #33 took a knee. BB was choked
up offering Val a blanket. I could see a growing concern in SPQR and Rev.
Chris.
…and
ME? WTF do I know about that kind of unspeakable grief, debilitating trauma,
overwhelming loss? If it was just me and Val here, I’d probably try to make he
laugh with a corny joke… I’m an immature goof, not a parent. Children ME? Now
that’s a funny.”
Next
afternoon we joined a convoy of vehicles heading to what everyone called the
‘Holy Hot Springs’. The road ended, so we took a long hike through the forest
and up a steep mountainside to meet Lloyd the Baptist at his sacrament of
saving a sinners ass hot spring.
Our
Native guide explained tribal history:
“after
a battle with the White ‘fork tongues’, our Warrior ancestors would travel to
these hidden Mountain Hot Springs, to heal their wounds in the steaming mineral
waters.”
One
could hear the spring water running down the steep mountain side. We came upon
Lloyd the Baptist where steady spring waters flowed into pools made of
well-placed rocks. Far as I could tell this gathering of former sinners were
here to save their souls. Apparently Lloyd the Baptist had a great following, I
guess that’s what they call the flock’
Lloyd
the Baptist:
“I
am just a messenger…water is a sign of life, without water nothing can grow… a
sign of cleansing…
Come
now "On this day of baptism, may God look upon you with joy and bless you
abundantly with peace, freedom, wisdom, hope, strength and courage.
Salvation
through repentance, faith, good words and good deeds as your foundation.
Never
forget the words in Romans 12:2:
‘And
do not conform to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your
mind, that ye may prove what is good and acceptable’
I
baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
‘I
couldn’t explain it, but everyone who Lloyd baptized had a glow about them. He
was a Holy Man. After a week at their retreat, all my doubts about Reverend
Wrath claims just vanished.’
(end
of road trip flashback)
‘You introduced WWH and myself to a spiritual experience most people can only hope for.
SPQR, since you’re here to pass on such a disturbing… terrifying message, please explain to the readers why anyone should trust this ‘vision’ from Ariel (האריה של אלוהים) ?
“I
guess it’s faith that comes with Ariel never being wrong or leading the
congregation astray. Even though Reverend Wrath and entire congregation were
casualties of the ‘Great Social Media Ban’. Years of their hard work,
creativity, time stamped / dated tweets, pictures, videos deleted from the
Internet…”
‘Lloyd
the Baptist passed away not long after the ban…Do you ever blame social media
censors of that time for…’
“YEA
I BLAME THOSE www. COWARD *~!s! WEAK PUNK@$$ social media CEOs, who made
$BILLIONS from content creators, didn’t have the ‘balls’ to stand up against
bias un-American FREE SPEECH HATING GOVERNMENT bullies? What a gd pitiful, low
point in U.S. HISTORY…
Luckily we and www. allies kept the legendary good deeds & antiwar stance of Reverend Wrath & Lloyd the Baptist alive. Enough evidence was saved to prove a 100% prediction rate from Ariel to the congregation.
Here’s
one example from ‘friends of VSA’. they took over twitter account, started by
ValSandyA (remember her from campfire scene) before she died from a ‘broken
heart’
One
tweet showing Ariel predicted coming of corona virus way back in 2018”
https://twitter.com/ValSandyA/status/1007651122650275841
A
message from Ariel in December 2023 warned sinners:
“REPENT
all ye money lovers, workers of iniquity, wickedness, corruption, suffering and
sorrow…
or
your lives will suddenly be filled with fear as ‘One’ who mocks Jesus ‘the
healer’ (promise of Jehovah-Rapha יהוה-רפא ) shall be struck down in the street as poor
and oppressed rejoice!
By
Christmas Season 2024, sick sadistic, war mongers / profiteers working to
cancel New Testament message from JESUS the ‘Prince of Peace’ will find NO ONE
can escape GOD’S judgment. If they fail to heed this warning, not all the
wealth, power or weapons on Earth can save them”
‘As
SPQR made clear, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out it takes more than a
warning from an unknown prophetic messenger backed by church congregation banned
by social media to make wicked sadist sobs repent. Even now with fear in their
cold hearts and signs of a reckoning all around them…
GOD
bless America, for real this time.
In
a few days I change my name to the 2025 Comic… My hope is the New Year will be
filled with JOY of Americans celebrating a victory of good over evil. Thank you
SPQR for this conversation. It is time’
WARNING:
“the
latest ‘vision’ from Ariel (האריה
של אלוהים) is realization more
terrifying than the 'Ruling Class' can even imagine... Hope for the future
humanity has yet to fully grasp"
SPQR
Ariel
“Sisters
and Brothers existing in spiritual realm of Peacemakers, a higher state of
consciousness needed for the evolution of humanity. Love is a virtue, the
foundation of life and who you are.
Indifference
to human suffering is the lower form of all thought processes. A world without
virtue, ethics, responsibility and accountability is destined for destruction.
This is my message that requires your courage, sacrifice and action to pass on
for all the people to see.
For
too long your government officials have been led astray by false prophets and
greed-stricken, power-mad guides. In turn a majority of the people gave up
their rights to control by authority.
Young
people have lost all trust and respect for adults. Traumatized by war zone
crisis scenes, historic corruption, their future peace / prosperity under
threat and speeches by foreign leaders meant to turn Americans against their
own antiwar youth. Threatening children by those murdering children is an
abomination to the Lord GOD almighty.
LISTEN,
fear not and understand as I, Ariel (האריה של אלוהים) reveal the truth. What everyone is calling
UFOs, UAPs, Drones or Orbs are actually the souls of children killed in US /
Israel wars. Screams of fear and constant suffering by children the world over
will soon end… they are SAVED!
Joining
Angels of GODs wrath the powerful essence of children burned alive took form of
the last thing they witnessed before being bombed by missiles, air force and
drones of death. However these innocent souls are playful as children will be.
Hiding in clouds, below the water and dancing in flight over restricted air
space, as the bird flies near Washington, DC …leaving the child murderers
feeling scared, helpless and wondering what comes next ?”
THE END
NOTE
from 2025 Comic (formerly known as the 2024 Comic)
I
wrote this short comic relief based on ‘what comes next’ information from
Ariel. What proud Working Class American wouldn’t like to see a corrupt
government official on breakdown fast-track, living in a cardboard box, behind
the dumpster, ‘Puzzle Factory’ back alley?
Sorry
I just can’t help myself.
‘War
Mongers / Profiteers’
“can you hear it? WHAT’S THAT NOISE? and that SMELL? The noise and smell, I don’t feel good, do you feel good? The early morning fog and late afternoon airliner trails, ever notice it before? The noise and smell and fog and trails…
I got
top of the line alarm system and security flood lights, do you have an alarm
system and security flood lights? I think an animal wandered on to my property
late last night? Something was looking in my window… All the outdoor lights in
were flickering… I heard crying, What do you think? Somebody is playing games
on us. I don’t like playing or games…”
‘Honey
who are you talking to?’
“nobody
dear… wait you can hear me from the kitchen, but not the crying?”
‘you
were crying?’
“now
its laughing do you hear it? LAUGHING AT ME!”
The
innocent playful soul never had this much fun in their distant lands. Rolling
old tires through rubble and throwing rocks at soldiers was so ghetto. They had
no idea things were so much nicer on other side of the wall, where the water is
clear and no one is eating flour and dirt cakes…
Innocent
Orb so bright and beautiful, flew over the horizon. Guardian Angel is it wrong
to ask GOD to make my war hawk playmate drink dirty water and eat dirt?
Innocent
children are never wrong, of all the war makers you choose him, because you
sensed evil done unto you. This one took bribes from the bomb manufacture, to
insure a no bid contract and signed the bomb that killed you, killed, mutilated
or maimed everyone in the class room with you. What do we say now my child?
AMEN!
