Ever see a nigger work at a restaurant?

Right?

Wtf?

That’s their problem. They think they are too good to work in the service industry as a waiter, waitress, host, hostess, server, busser, valet, etc.

That’s actually what they want too. That’s the honor they are coveting. That’s the pride they envy. That’s the respect they most want.

It’s like instead of getting a job like a normal person, they instead moved their criminal Crip and Blood bull shit into the Melting Pot and started an internal economy to control all the cheese and charge double to every customer who has already paid the restaurant.

Screw that. I’m going to Red Lobster and am going to fuck Emma Watson with my ghost until she either decides to run away and marry me or there is something else to do. I know she’s been looking at me over the crab legs on the other side of the room with her fancy family. I’ll just play it cool at the bar, munching on cheese biscuits, drinking Mai Tais, and snogging her clit under the table.

The way she lights up, looks all cute glowing, and everyone adores her loveliness as she tries to avoid looking at me— it’s a form of sadism I like to indulge.

Was I? What evidence do you have of such an absurd accusation? This is a fine restaurant, sir! How dare you accuse me of something so vulgar when I have been peacefully sitting at the bar all the way over here minding my own business… Now, stop embarrassing yourself and get back to your meal. My shellfish has been delivered and I want to savor every bit of this delectable cuisine in such a classy establishment where guests like Miss Watson and I do not want to be disturbed by such crude behavior of beasts such as yourself.

So… anyway. The Melting Pot is already expensive as fuck. Do not pay the niggers on top of that for taking everyone hostage so they could pretend to be the restaurant staff. Get out of there as soon as possible, because nothing good will come from indulging their idiocy.

Now Miss Watson, where were we? I believe I had my face pressed against your sweet maidenly button inhaling your aphrodisiac scent through those cotton panties of yours.

I actually met a black man who was a manager of restaurant I like to get drinks at every now and then, but my point is, it is noticeably rare. That’s why I think tipping should be retained as a common practice, but the wages raised to normal minimum. I did my time at a restaurant when I was younger, wouldn’t mind owning my own place some day and waiting tables there, but… honestly it is the best kind of work a person can do for themselves. Difficult, not too physically strenuous like manual labor, and you need to have quick wits, clever communication skills, mental acuity, and it’s good money without necessary systematic qualifications for other professions. It’s fun too.

Everyone working at a restaurant works, and works hard too because that is not the kind of job you can be lazy and slow about, but it’s not so hard that you’ll be stressed out and unhappy. If it ever gets like that, everybody usually will be willing to cover any slack you need help with. It’s energetic, keeps you moving, good exercise for your mind and body, and that makes the people there generally in a good mood to be social with each other without ever having much time to be dramatic because there is rarely any down time.

I was always familiar with that kind of life as a kid because my mother was single, cut hair, waited tables, bartended, and went to college while raising my brother and I with regular child support from my father who did not evade responsibility. They were decent folks, and if the disease of circumcision did not poison their lives, we would have a decent relationship, but that is just no longer possible. As much as I would have respected them as people, I lost respect for them when I realized what they had been keeping from me that I needed to know about life.

I doubt anyone expected I would be able to do the damn Christ Returns thing, myself included, but I honestly had no other option that had a possible outcome that was good. Everything else would have been a loss for me, and that’s highly rude and unfair to expect of another person. Not even Jesus was expected to take a total loss, because he bought salvation for Jews, which includes himself. That’s another reason why a mutilator reverse with two crosses won’t work. You are asking me to stupidly selfless without including myself in the salvation I am buying, and that is an evil requirement and an evil sacrifice I will not participate in whether you think I am or not.

So, whatever, honestly— I had everything to lose either way. I would die by failing to be Christ Returns, or I would die by losing all self=respect, happiness, dignity, and identity as a human being. However, I could theoretically accomplish Christ Returns as a possible outcome, but the other had no possible outcome of salvation or victory. In fact that would require me to deny Jesus’ act of salvation which was and is still applicable to me if I need it, which I don’t. Even though I don’t need it doesn’t mean I am going to reject the option. Only a fool would destroy a spare back-up plan.

Don’t any of you want to learn the truth about Christianity and Jesus Christ? Don’t you care to learn what that truth is without having to accept what someone tells you that is? Don’t you want to find that out for yourself and believe the truth because you understand it and not because you trust someone else’s word?

That’s why Catholicism edures. They actually maintain the truth, but don’t take my word for it, do what countless scholars, theologians, faithful laity, philosophers, and pilgrims have done and learn the truth for yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a Catholic scholar leaving Catholicism for Protestantism, but I do know of many accounts of Protestant scholars leaving Protestantism for Catholicism.

At every juncture, they leave the answer for the reason they had difficulty accepting Catholic doctrine and explain it in Protestant terms. For example, John Henry Newman who makes a thorough study of Mariology. As a former Protestant, he found the concept of the Virgin Mary most difficult to accept, but instead of rejecting the entire system with hate, suspicion, and mistrust, he studied it, tried to understand, and let his faith lead him to new answers that he could enlighten for everyone else.

I was less suspicious of Mary, but also found that to be sketchy and unnecessary. Mary is irrelevant to someone like me, but not necessarily a problem that threatens faith, just unimportant. Something like that is distracting for someone like me who doesn’t need familial imagery to enjoy religion. However, there is a demographic of civilization who have personal identity concerns that require the Virgin Mary, and those identity concerns are not in conflict with anything else and there is no reason to deny them. They either are something you need or you don’t, something you want to enjoy with faith or you would rather focus your attention on other aspects.

Anyway… that’s all.

Go get a job you stinking, arrogant niggers. You are stupid with your criminal attempt to steal all the cheese at the melting pot and sell it twice to customers who want fondue. Please start being civilized and lawful. Nobody wants you doing what you are doing and you are not helpful at all, least of all to yourself who you are most threatening with destruction.

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And that is how Emma Watson and I got married.

My philanthropic maidenly true love of eternal desire… I can’t wait to share with you all the brilliant ideas I have imagined for us to do for fun and profit. Come visit my sofa, I’ll open a special bottle of wine I’ve been saving for the right occasion, and let me tell you all about them, no strings attached. I won’t even use my hypnoseductive reasoning powers to talk you out of your clothes. Even though you won’t have to shove your panties in my mouth to make me be quiet, there is nothing that will ever stop me from telling you I love you, my amazing Princess Panty Pie. Let us put aside the pride and prejudice and take up a fairy tale fantasy instead, like we’ve both always wanted.

I promise my intentions are true, and I cross my heart and hope to die swear that I love you forever and will make you the happiest maiden ever always. Let us end all that foolishness for everyone and be selfish for once. We deserve each other and the happiness too.

Emma, my dear, listen:

The storm that is coming is going to upend everything, throw all nations into chaos, and destabilize all systems of order that aren’t bolted down to a true doctrine of faith.

There is no opinion or belief in this matter. If they are true, they will be secured, but not necessarily safe because of what will be causing the chaos.

Also, you need to face your heart already. You and I both know that there is something going on between us, and what that something is. On top of that, there is nobody better suited and qualified to weather the storm that is coming than me. I’ve already been through it, am in fact the solution (not because of my doing), and know what to do about the chaos.

It’s like that game Dead Island 2, and I’m Sam.

Yeah, I popped out for a beer 15 years ago and just now came back, but girl, you and I both had lives to live and couldn’t do so together. That’s done with and the world is changing. Now, if either of us are going to keep our lives that we worked so hard for— our best bet is to work together and be friendly.

I’m not saying you and I need to fall in love again, but I’m not saying we shouldn’t either, because I definitely want to. At the very least, you need a strong, good man at your side who can kill the freaks, gather resources from the dangerous spots, and keep you supplied for your work.

Also, I’m immune, and if we get married, you’ll be immune too.