It must hurt to be this stupid. How do you hold it inside when you're at work? Does your mind begin to rumble like your bowels after eating a few hardboiled egg and peanut butter sammiches? Do you just sit there hoping you somehow can hold back that huge mind fart you're just aching to let loose on your co-workers about Nibiru, Comets of Color, Black Jeebus and who knows what else.
Maybe your god is black because after his son was born he disappeared.
John thought you would amount to something but I don't think a rambling buffoon was quite what he hoped for.
Wiggs when he comes out with this stuff reminds me of Christopher Columbus's slow and lazy brother, you know the brother who was most likely the one who yelled from the rooftops his brother's proclamations about the world being round and that we need a trio of boats so me and my brother can go out and prove the world is round.
The day came when it was time to to set sail, and Christopher Columbus's brother had a multitude of excuses about why he was not on the boat that day, which in the end showed his brother Chris was a man of action, and the other brother was just lazy and full of hot air disguised as theories.
Summary. Nobody gives a fuck who you are the lost tribe of because you can't even get off your ass to the airport to fly over to Israel.
