JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR's Broadway, NYC teachings about not judging are about not judging the final outcome of anyone based upon everyman's sins and failures. That would otherwise sentence literally everyone on the planet unto an eternal state of failure. Meanwhile, if you are not a believer in the eternal law of Israel that demands an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, you are probably just another run of the mill Bible Belt Christian moron with gayish tendencies. And no, I am not talking about the region's better uneducated believers in Christ like Chuck Norris and Pat Boone.
Which takes us to my flash vision of Charlie Sheen at 11:09 am Monday. Wherein I saw myself walking out of my basement bathroom looking sooo God damn young and handsome that I could not stand it, circa 1990-1991, still looking around 35 tops, that I almost made myself jealous. Until my face physically transfigured into the same surreal Charlie Sheen image on my last temporary driver's license, the one you always get before the one you get in your USA mail box six weeks later. [The dictionary word 'sheen' meaning a hint or reflection of the 'luster' of bright light revealed in D&C 85 and 2BC 91 etc.]
So all of you ugly Jewish cunts in the Hollywood media, who can not stand to look at yourselves in the mirror anymore than I can, are just going to half to get used to seeing Scarlett and Charlize both double FFing Sean Penn like the two witnesses of that anti-socialist love guru in my own private Oregon circa 1981 who drove down his imaginary LONDON BLVD every day in one of his 93 royal convertibles seen at:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osho_(Bhagwan_Shree_Rajneesh)
Who was just about as loony as all the dumb Antelope, Oregon fly-fishing fuckers at the NYT who still believe that the rest of us all believe in their cocktail party fish tank crap. Because their scientific polling by their queerish Harvard PHDS truthfully says that their readers actually believe in most of their mindless Sandy Bullock bullshit.
You would have to be a complete illogical nut job to be a regular reader of the NYT's intelligentsia cult and still believe that my sidekick cheetah was not born of a Jewish white woman who once lived on Mercer Island in the middle of Lake Washington.
Of course, a lot of you are just all that.
GSR/TWN
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