Peek-a-boo!

I have always wanted to live in two era's; the 1920's and the time that Jesus lived. 

I have wanted to live around Jesus' time due to the fact that I have always wanted to expose him as a hoax, a David Blaine type figure that lusted after attention.  And the 1920's to degrade women.  I'm not sure which one I hold to a higher standered.

I do have to admit that I have thought of Jesus as a man, a good, honest man, that could be looked up to and followed as someone with morals and a nature that anyone could be so lucky to raise a child on, but never really thought he was the "son" of God.  Not sure what I believe in that field.  That Jesus was just a devine human that wasn't devine.  That he could indeed "perform" for a crowd much as a magician would do so now-a-days.  I don't believe that in this time period we are in now that there could even be a Jesus.  Could you imagine if David Blaine or Chris Angel came on the scene as the son of God and not a magician?  If he truly thought, or at least wanted us to believe, that he was the second coming of Christ that we wouldn't immediately hual his ass away to some looney bin somewhere.  According to scripture there is to be a second coming but who's to say we would believe.  Then it goes without saying that who's to say we should have believed the first time?  Too deep.  Let's just talk about abusing women and call it a night.

The 1920's.  An era of true power in the pants.  The way the free world should always be run...one group with all the power making decisions for all the lesser groups whether they like it or not.  For that one group to say what's good for them is good for everyone no matter what the consequence.  What ever happened to those good old days?  What happened to broken ribs under uniformed girdles?  The tea being served hot with lemon even though noone in their right mind drank tea for the taste.  Parasols and flowing gowns.  Bruised cheek bones and white gloves.  Take me back to those days, minus the three piece suits.  That shit gets hot.  But seriously, let's not give up hope on Kate Gosling right now.  She could still take a slap as good as the next one.

So, I'm obviously kidding around.  I hate Kate Gosling and wish she'd drown her kids already so we may see the last of her.  Or maybe have the husband decapitate her children in front of her before popping their little cherries!  Ouch!  I even covered my mouth on that last one.