Black Friday

This post has nothing to do with my new receptionist recruit. It has nothing to do with porn, funny enough. Then it would have been a blue Friday, dummy. No, when I say black, I'm not talking about race but the colour of the hearts of those out to get me.

Turns out my favourite war story, that of me being a sniper in the special forces, is all a figment of my imagination. Well, that's what my slandering accusers will have everyone, including my American Christian donors, think about me. That I'm actually a bit loony and have made up a whole bunch of lies about myself. That I wanted to be a legendary war hero, but never was, so made up some hogwash adventure tales to paint a rambo image of myself.

At the risk of repeating myself, these are all [word deleted] lies. Lies, lies, [words deleted] lies!!

I was a sniper for Jesus. I did take out unsuspecting terrorists before I was saved. Then when Jesus saved my soul, I decided to blow their kneecaps off rather than kill them. Then I'd make them confess their sins -- at the threat of death, obviously -- and if they surrendered their lives to Jesus, I let them live for God. If they stubbornly refused to adopt the white man's religion and continued to embrace their atheist commie beliefs, I'd put them out of their misery and sent them to Hell.

Now who in their right mind would not believe a story like this?

Never mind. I have always said, the best defense is a good offense. So I'm going to write yet another book with a crappy cover about how the compromising church is trying to silence a faithful warrior of the Lord.

Fight the good fight. If the Lord is for us, who can be against us?