When in a world where everything and thought is even RACIST...Libtards rule then....

Note to the Mukilteo Beacon my local township paper currently:

It is too overwhelming to choose one’s self for this. It is way beyond me.
I had to suffer hell on earth to get to this point, and it didn’t let up on me.
Well at church this week at Mukilteo Presbyterian Church, I were able to finish up a piece that I had oh started 2 weeks before. And it came full form of its political season. It started out a letter to Texe or his Wife Wanda Marrs, but really God had me reaching upon passed that into the inner working at play in writing.
He wanted it to be a writing piece.
As I usually don’t send completed writing pieces out for viewing.
Texe Marrs is at Power of Prophecy.  
I usually only send out first draft versions out, so to make people think that I cannot write and I am oh crazy.
But this time I am showing people about this earth what an active actual Christian does…Showing my ass…
I am showing my most vulgar improper parts, in celebration of God.
At Church last week, up at Mukilteo Presbyterian, in my collective wait for waiting upon when a star or what mention or fallen leaf tells for its all giving signal. To what has a King David from Mukilteo oh at church, ere go. Been waiting for that flip of an angel’s wing to happen in hearing distance of my human ear. That says Mike your time has come, time to put on the armor; like someone that has put it on there before.
Because unlike a lot of people I have to withhold of myself in areas to do with God, I cannot oh praise God the way I want in out among Church goers or whatever types. I cannot talk even the way I oh want either here. Otherwise the ceded jealousy visions itself among the stirring soul of the human being that doesn’t understand that my elected position and worshipful wants were not something I proscribed here upon myself. People are chosen for the shit that I am going to be doing. It is not something that I chose myself.
                                      -Life without a name to it-
October 19 ^Th 2017- -To Texe and his lovely Wife Wanda Marrs, and to anyone else believing,
Real change it won't be from what Texe or Alex Jones or Breitbart or Stone Zone's or Trump's ability....
The new thing will be coming from God's singular standing servant, the action coming Mike....
It is by reasons by family bloodline reasoners like my own that got the Bavarian Illuminates kicked out of my grandmas country back when, it is the same people like myself who are going to be the one's that kick them out of this country or just plain get them jailed or hung or all of the above today. It will take obviously God; but also the type of people with my ascribed talents who can circumvent their whole so being, mine are going to do the lynching...(This piece inspired by Pastor Mark Smith at Mukilteo Pres.)
And it will be what comes from my bloodline again that will do it again.... Raise here my Confederate flag....
Living out a dream. Living it out to the world. Oh don't show myself like this, nor show the function of the process that really creates my so feel, because really it is amazing to me: as I don't consider myself anything more than what I am, but I am having some miracle experience like with the invisible creator God,
Nope! Mike will not be real; if within a month, if he is not contacted by some publisher or media place that wants to get him rolling on down into oh Millions of books sold; me to save the US Republic here about. People won't believe nor want to recognize Mike as the same Mike that walked their streets as before. My books and my whole writing purpose is for reasons to engage the evil illuminates in oh this oh spiritual warfare. We will see who comes out of the wood work, see where the real devils are hiding about. Let’s see to draw them out of their huddled mass in darkness. Let the Rooster come to draw his sword.
Win or lose, I will cause some damage. I will be the battering ram, sledgehammer, a good flashlight….
Or at least that is a short description of what is going on, for my creating this. But wanting this all to oh have a thousand different meanings going on at once. Because no thought is made without a thousand more….
Light matter is as much less, but carries the most weight through the matter. It is really odd how that mixes itself among our insides even more than any of the physical matter world does. Life expended and expanded among it. I lived that all in this writing piece, giving it of among the dream presentations that seem to come true. For things that never get said and are left out in between from what we see: but we don't acknowledge, and take it for grant it. But oh it is. Like when an Atheist denies God but cannot give an explanation to what the unseen delivers him or her over to. The unseen is like dark matter in the Universe, it is like oh one's thoughts and heartfelt moments and dreams and whatever else that comes there....
Here I will send you Wanda and Texe a sample of what Mike does, every day until Mike is working at oh Breitbart or Infowars.com or somewhere. As myself personally always has no luck contacting other those; and when I do, I get some jealous steaming result a putrid crap oh response that has it where oh somehow people don't need someone; they don’t need anyone who does any their gig a lot better than them.
-It comes down to now, in final moments- (Your Twain body count.) (What a political season)
Closing in on the proximity, oh again counting on there what close attention gives to what people do or say at any given moment. Things to do with things of the unseen heart inside, it has a lot going on all at once, and it seems to be its own world that goes on by God, from one's self unto what were- invaded as within ideas and beliefs and the other unseen in veritable. Everything-- seems to speak all at once in its voice. Seemingly leaving a person more human coming out than it were when going in to feel to what noise.
Prematurely I had jumped claim to that voice, for what it gave to me from what were learned from the oh progression of claims. Claiming itself to be something that is abiding for God, or has created energy that is going to be seen by a fearing millions. Of which all is true: but it all were not ready to come true yet.
It were not ready yet to be true. Scarcely does a person withhold something; when oh knows that it here comes from oh; oh but it were coming too early for that harder beating heart in the rest of us we live for about....
The challenges have been overcome. Time has been conquered through on through, and qualifications-- been met for what allows things to come to full fruition. The time has come for Mike your fun and your friend and want to answer what is left in front of us, to bare it to the earth. God's will is right there and waiting.
Living from the insides to the outside about. It is all so much and too much to be just my mind and its expend.
Within a month for sure this time, if Mike is not contacted by a publisher and or Media Place and there offered a job, then Mike were a liar, and God is not real and everything God told me were all created in his own head. It will be an untoward gather of things circling at, oh surrounding too behead figuratively me a guy who thought that God were talking to him. My name Mike will be a laughing shame. God oh will show to be himself as something unreal. Aimee Allen the singer for The Interrupters will not have Mike for a husband. Alex Jones of the famed Media Place Infowars.com won't have any great literary support coming. People have wanted for a new Mark Twain or a new artistry drawn to page for all US patriots....
I am the unfoibled; I am a libtard slayer (libtard defined is a retarded fake pretend liberal).
Mike is to get lib assholes to put their hand over their chest, to salute the USA, like a US legal citizen should.
And not be like the fagoty NBA or NFL racists who like to kneel.
Mike will be just Mike. Except in my case: I carry a scathing pen that smells like a rose and kills like a gun, and it leaves a trail of smoke, telling people what actually went on in the place that this gun slinger went. (An onward Christian soldier only obliged to the Lord God.)
Within a month, it comes down to, whether I have been told the truth or Mike has been deceived in this thing. Who is the heartless prick that can look at Colin Kaepernick's pathetic ass and call him a racist, too?
Me; that is who. Again and again and again. “Colin you are a racist pig.” “All NFL black players are, as racist.”
“Colin, you are white though.” White guys getting bullied into being racists, kneeling, “Racist, Me!”
Relying on God to be real. The USA could be surely better than Colin Kaepernick, for having any job and.
I deserve a job, Colin doesn't. Heart under my hand, I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States America.
We will see who is more worthy. Who is more entitled than those libtards: who know no liberty.
Mike