The Emperor Has No Clothes (Why Wasn't He Told?)

He sits atop his self-indulgent, self-made throne,

Surprisingly, however, he appears to never be alone.

How in the world, can this even remotely, possibly be,

I'm looking (with 20/20 vision) and I can clearly see.

This man-child, who forever and ever, always yells,

Is “Bare-Ass Naked’, can’t anyone hear me ringing the bell?

I’m still trying to figure out, how he wound up in the White House,

While the entire country sits quietly, like a little timid church mouse.

After too long a time, I finally hear a “War Cry”, and the beating of the drums,

It’s A.O.C. as always, valiantly charging straight ahead, saying ‘Here I Come”.

And after all the huffing and puffing of the trial, which is only “a complete charade”,

The bare-ass naked emperor still sits atop, his Largo Land, that only he could have possibly made.

Although he didn’t win, and he knew it and at the time, the 2020 U.S. Presidential Election - “YOU LOST”,

A contingency plan was already in place, just in case, so regardless the American people, will still wind up paying the cost.

Forever, in history, the embarrassment of those involved it will be embedded, “The U.S. January 6th 2021 Insurrection”,

Just because of the spineless enablers, (you know who you are, and so do I) assisted this fool, “WHO LOST THE ELECTION”.

Anyone out there, who attempts to harm the writer of this blog in any way, better plan on another wish,

This is directed at "the entire planet”, you all definitely need to know, how to fish.

I am God (Yes, I know, “YOU DON’T KNOW ME”) and my son is Mini-Me, my Stenographer/Biographer of this blog,

He’s also been appointed by me (I’m God) to be, until I say otherwise, “My Lightning Rod”.

Go ahead, I dare anyone on earth, touch him in any way,

You will and all those connected to you, will surely pay.

I have hit squads all around to protect my son, so go right ahead, touch him if you will,

They’ve been informed to protect Mini-Me, at all costs and “SHOOT TO KILL”.

To all you U.S. Alphabet law enforcement agencies (military included) you better leave my son alone,

Unless of course, and you’d better be 100% sure, it’s absolutely true, “you’re ready to come home”.

I’m going to close with a prayer, and this is for the entire planet, it goes like this:

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die, before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take!

From this second forward, look at the exact time of this post blog, anyone who ever goes up against Alvin Mann, a.k.a Mini-Me better be prepared for one thing, and one thing only…

…TO DIE!

You better leave my son alone, and you all better take good care of him. Go ahead, test me (I’m God). Yes, go right ahead, put a hit on my son and see what happens. I want you to, just so you’ll know:

“THIS IS REAL. GOD IS REAL. I AM REAL”.

My son, Alvin Mann really has no control over writing these words of mine, they are not his words, but mine. You all think you know the power of God (that’s me) but most of you, religious personnel especially, don’t have a clue. Mini-Me knows me like no other. Jesus, Adam, Eve and immediately after Eve, Alvin Mann a.k.a. Mini-Me. Until explicitly informed by Alvin Mann, he’d better not show up on any social media on the entire planet, any radio station, television station, any form of merchandising (for money or free) once again, this is for the entire planet. Until specifically directed by Alvin Mann, he better not have his picture anywhere. Think I’m playing, go right ahead and see what happens. After I do what I do, let the entire planet know exactly what you did and what happened after you disobeyed me.

So tell me, disobedient one, “IS GOD REAL?”

Your Father

God

Riddle Time: What must I do, to let all you gym shoe creepers and non-believers know that, God (that’s me) is real?

Answer at the bottom of this post. Be patient, read the entire post. My son has a story to tell.

Revelations

Dad!

Lil Grasshopper, you see what our Father been up to, and I’m sure both of them spiritual hands of yours, was somehow all up in this shit.

Well dad…

Stop rite there, I’ve done heard enough. Talk about something else.

Permission to speak.

Speak freak!

Dad, I told Father it would be a good idea to let the world know, they’d better leave you alone. And to send a message, to punk them and see who takes the bait. Afterwards, Father going to show them, “who’s the punk”. And they going to forever be sorry, they ever tested Father.

No shit?

Don’t believe me? Ask Father. I always got your back dad. Always. Even when you be talking that crazy nonsense you got a habit of doing.

No Sabe!

So dad, what’s on your agenda, this fine and glorious day?

No Engles!

Dad!

Que?

Dad, if you keep playing games I’m going to leave and go get my hair done. You know it takes them at least 6 hours and I’ll be back and hopefully by then, you’ve calmed down.

See, you a damn sour-puss. You been hanging around Mr. Perfect for too long. Your mother used to love all my head games. I had her rolling all the time. She was always up for any and all of my bullshit. 24/7. Ask her, she’ll tell you. I’m just a barrel of fun. All…the…time! So C’mon, Lil Violet, welcome to my world,”The World of Bullshit”.

Dad!

Yes, Miss Perfect Child of Mine, how may I assist you?

You know dad, I love you, but you do, at times, take things a little bit too far.

What’s yo damn point? Dad, loves my entertainment. All the time He be on my ass. Why? Because I follow the spirit. The spirit of Al. He has to chastise me, scold me and occasionally put me in I.C.U. but He always loves my entertainment. Ask Him. He’ll tell you. Shit, Dad loves my jokes and various forms of entertainment. You need to start hanging out with me more, I’ll loosen up them rigid winged feathers of yours.

Dad, I can see now, you’ll never change.

“Bullshit!”. I change and get better every damn day. The human essence of the flavored wine flowing in my veins, throughout my entire body, only gets more flavorful each passing second. You better prepare to be rolling in some serious paper when this wine factory gets built.

Dad!

Talk to me, future Godzillionaire (that’s a dollar amount only God knows, because it has too many zeros behind it to count).

I see you really in rare form today. Why?

Lil Grasshopper, you know why. Dad, once again, setting me up. He got me posting His platform for the entire planet, on my website. And I can’t do any painting until I finish with whatever He got planned. All my paintings are locked up inside me, until He says, okay Mini-Me, go for it.

What’s your point?

Look Lil Grasshopper, I’m not mad at you or Dad. I’m just not used to Him forever on my ass like He been lately. I can’t breathe, rest or take a time out, ‘cause every time I look up, there He is, talking about, “type this message”. Like He can’t get a typewriter, laptop or whatever and “Sha-Zam” it to type all by itself. I’ve seen Him do it on many occasions. First time, I saw it, I said, “cool”. That’s one thing I know, He’ll never have me doing, ‘cause He can just “Sha-Zam” them words away. But of course, Dad knew that’s what I was thinking and here I am, being “His Personal Stenographer/Biographer”.

So dad, be honest, you really like it, don’t you?

Well, since I’m being honest. No, I don’t like it, not one bit. It does however, keep me busy, and too tired to get into the type of shit, the three of us know, I’d be getting into. So, it’s all good. Dad eventually gonna cut me some slack. I know it’s not gonna be no time soon, because that clock gonna stop in less than 10 days (9 days: 5hours: 45 minutes from now). And I know Dad, at the last second gonna drop some orders in my lap, talking about, “Here’s your mission” and poof, He gonna be gone. I’d have to take off immediately, because that’s how Dad rolls. It’s all good, I’m used to it now.

So when you finally get to do your painting, how long you figure it’ll take to have a collection ready?

For certain, 30 days or less. Dad, really gonna hook me up with a nice studio and some paper to make it really stand out. You know, “Father Knows Best”, even though the three of us know, He gonna be forever on my ass, for one thing or another. It’s all good.

Dad!

What?

Father says, He still don’t trust you, because you still to this day, always trying to figure out how to de-throne Him and switch places with Him.

What’s your damn point? It’s only a flashing thought. He pre-programmed me and not the other way around, so take a chill pill Lil Grasshopper.

I’m about to raise up dad, you be good and I’ll check you later.

Rose, I’m gonna be me and I’ll leave it at that.

Check you later Alligator!

Afterwhile Crocodile!

Back to our regularly scheduled program.

Yes, Mini-Me is coming along quite well. I think I’ll keep him for a while, until he does something I don’t like. Or I just might do something to him for no apparent reason, just to be doing something. Mini-Me is my son and my best form of entertainment, but all of you are exactly the same…my creation. Mini-Me has been broken and he works strictly for me, so you better leave him alone. As long as he does things in my name (I’m God) you better stay away from him. If he doesn’t get you, “I WILL”. So to be crystal clear, Mini-Me and everyone else on the planet: past, present and future works for me. You’d better start listening to me. Mini-Me works for me and not the other way around. You all better start doing the same thing.

“THE EXACT SAME THING…

…OR ELSE”.

Your Father

God

Answer to the riddle: You’ll find out…real soon!