The Story Continues (The Forever solider)

I stood on the grassy bank looking out upon the city.  Cairo.  The capital of Egypt.

There I stood.  I looked upon the city.  It was well-fortified.   I wondered if the leader had a plan up his sleeve.

“Hello.” Said a fellow soldier.

“Hello Russ.” I said to him.

He walked up and stood next to me as we looked upon the city.  Russ was a good man.  He was a skilled archer.

“Looks like we will be attacking Cairo today.”  Said Russ.

“Is that so?”  I asked.

“That’s what people think that Leader will order.”  Russ said.

More men arrived.  There were some men on horseback.  There were some men with spears and there were a few men with only axes.

I thought to myself, “We have many men but not enough to win this fight.”

 

(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT, April 21)

The Forever Solider Continued

“How old are you?”

“I don’t know how old I am.”

“But How long have you been alive?”

“I don’t know my age but I have lived a long time.”

“You don’t look a day older than thirty.”

“I can’t remember the last time that I looked older.”

“So are you saying you are immortal?”

“I don’t think so.  I have been wounded in battle.  But when I was wounded in battle I would find a medic and they would heal me.”

“That is so odd.  Have you always been a solider?”

“As long as I can remember I have been a soldier.  I have been in many battles.”

“Like what?”

“I helped our Leader destroy the Egyptians.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yes.  They were not that advanced.  Our technology was ahead of theirs and we were able to defeat them.  But we did lose men in battle.”

“Do you always follow orders?”

“Of course I do.  I am a solider.”

“But what if you did not?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if you did not follow your orders?”

“The thought has never occurred to me.  The orders have always been followed.”

“You never put any thought into if you wanted to be a solider or not?”

“I am a solider.  Have you always been a civilian?”

 

(END OF ENTRY, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)  Monday April 17, 2017

The Omnipotent God

One key thing to understand is that God is all-seeing and all-knowing.  HE knew I was going to write this post before I wrote it and he did not strike me down.  I feel #blessed that I am still alive to write this post and the almighty lord of everything did not destroy me with his might.

DJ ROBO BISCUIT takes offense to the idea of God as well as Organized Religion as a whole.  The Biscuit shows some love to eastern religions but The Wise Biscuit is a truer defender of “forethought” as well as “skepticism.”

IF God is all-powerful then whey does he not destroy evil?

IF God is all-seeing and all-knowing why did he not alert the American Christians about the incoming attack on Pearl Harbor?

IF God is all-powerful then why did he not destroy the Nazis?  Also, why did he allow so many Jewish people to get slaughtered?

Another hypothetical, if in the world there were only 1000 Christians and they were in a jihad (holy war) against one million Satanists, then … would God step in and destroy the Satan-worshippers?

Or in theory, if there were only a handful of Christians left and they were in danger of death, would God step in to save their lives?

Does God also love the Ku Klux Klan?     It seems the KKK is full of God and full of wrath but does God like them?

If God is all-seeing and all-knowing and all-powerful then why does he not step in and kill men who are serial killers before these man commit any crimes?

Essentially why does God allow tragedy to occur if HE is so powerful?

Also, furthermore, if God is all-powerful and all-knowing then why do people need to donate money at Church?  Can’t God just conjure (summon) money to the Church?

 

-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

The Leader and her Followers

PUNCH!

The woman slammed her fist into the man’s face.

“Don’t defend yourself you coward!”  The lady yelled out as she punched the man again in the face.

“I am going to punch the devil out of you.”

The man was bleeding from his nose and he fell to the floor.

The lady looked around.  You could see the bloodlust in her eyes.  Her holy eyes fell onto an unsuspecting baby.

She grabbed the baby and shook it violently.

“Devil!  Get out of this baby!”

The crowd of people looked on.  Their horror was hidden within their minds.  They were trapped.  Followers of their leader.  None of them wanted to have the Devil within them and they also wanted their own salvation.

The woman turned on a man who had a smile on his face.

“You!  You are thinking erotic thoughts!  The Devil is in you! Go to The Room!”

The man was frowning.  He walked away.

Going to The Room was a severe punishment.

-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

Noodle World Cereal Part 2

Jon Every found the box of cereal.

This cereal box did not have a Noodle Monster touching balls in milk.

It was a cereal box that had a picture of a man on it.  A man with a brown beard and brown hair.  His arms were spread wide and his face was calm.

“Interesting.” Said Jon Every.  “This box is so different from the other boxes.”

He thought it was so odd to see a human man making gestures with food.  He was so used to seeing only the Holy Noodle touch balls with His mighty appendages.

“The cult of Christianity must be gaining more followers than I thought.”  Said Jon.

A young boy ran up close and pointed at the cereal box with Jesus on it.  “Mom look!  There is a white man on this box!”

The mom moved quickly and grabbed her son.  “Don’t look at that vile thing Billy!  That white demon is a desecration to the Noodle that we hold sacred.”

The mom and young boy moved away.

Jon Every thought out loud, “This world is becoming stranger everyday.”

-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

The End Of The Small Town (Story)

It had been decided.

The people of Forevertown voted to end their time of being a town.

Forevertown only had 100 people who lived in it.

“All we have are streetlights.” Said one local man.

“We don’t have money for the police.” Said a local woman.

The denizens of Forevertown just did not see a reason to continue being a town.

The people of the town voted.  Of course, it was only about 12 people who showed up to vote.  In 10 days, Forevertown would no longer exist.  It would stop being a town.

A local man took time to talk to his wife.

“Well honey, it was good while it lasted.”

“You bet babe we had some really good years living here in Forevertown.”

“Yeah, well I guess I’ll send some of our money to our son.”

“Good idea babe.  Our son will appreciate it.  I guess he was thinking good when he decided to move to the city.”

“I reckon so.”

As some people walked into the local store to purchase some small goods there was a certain strange-ness that settled into the town denizens.

People were saying weird things to one another.

“I’ll see you at Church for our big ceremony.”  One lady said.

“I’ll need to write some letters for sure.”  Another woman said.

“I just can not believe this.” One man said.  His face appeared to be stunned.

One old woman walked into the small convenience store.  She looked at the older man working behind the counter.  “Well Jim, I been livin’ here in Forvertown for the past 50 years and I just can not believe that it’s going to end.”

Jim looked at her.  “Sometimes good things have to come to an end Jessica.”

Over the next few days in Forevertown, there were more letters sent off to different places than in the whole history of Forevertown.

The days went by.  People went about their lives.  Some of the couples had a little more intimacy and kind physicalness than they usually did.  People drank more alcohol than they usually did.

The 6th day came.  It was a Sunday.  Many members of Forevertown were at the service.

The pastor was powerful and commanding.  Many Forevertownians were on their knees and praying harder than they ever had.

“The Lord is a merciful one!  He has been watching you your whole life and he rewards those that have done well.  The Sinners will be punished!  We can never forget the powerful value of our beliefs!  The Lord can hear your prayers!  Talk to him!  Do not be stingy with your donation. Amen to all!”

Many people put $20 dollar bills in the collection plate (most usually put far less).

There were news story from other areas about Forevertown.

Local Town goes off the Map

Forevertown Ends

The Show is Over for the Small Town

(Those were the headlines)

The 9th day came.  People were friendlier than they have ever been.  People drank heavily. People gave their love.  People got very close together without any kind of protection.

Old man Jim crawled into bed with his wife, Debra.  The 10th day was soon upon them.

“Honey, I love you.”

“I love you too babe.”

They started to cry.  “I don’t want Forevertown to end!”

“Sorry honey.  Sometimes a town like this has to come to an end.”

They cried and cried and went to sleep.

The clock struck midnight.

 

It was midnight on the outskirts of town.  The bulldozers had arrived.  There was a Mapman with a map and he was ready to mark it.  The line of bulldozers had 20 (plenty for a small town).  There were men who stood on the bulldozer, they were called the “Lookers.”  The Mapman walked and made eye contact with all of the Lookers.  The Lookers looked at him and showed him their handguns.  They all cocked them and took off the safety.  Once the Mapman knew his team was ready, he gave the command.  “Let’s end this town.”

The Bulldozers moved forward with all of the Lookers on high alert.  Forevertown did not put up a fight; it knew its time was up.  There were only 4 gunshots needed.

After two hours of labor, the deed had been done.

The Mapman looked around and said, “Good job boys.  2:03AM.  Mission accomplished.”

All of Forevertown had been ended.  Including the people.

 

-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

 

Rob vs Bob

“Do you know why you are here?”

“To be an agent.”

“Yes.  That is obvious.  This is an agency.”

“Well, right.”

“But do you know why you are here at this agency?”

“You wanted the best and the brightest.”

“So here you are?”

“So here I am.”

“Do you consider yourself to be good with time?”

“I think I manage it well.”

“Have you ever lost it?”

“Come again?”

“Robert, Have you ever lost time?”

“Do you mean lost track of it?”

“I do not.”

“Well, you can not lose it.”

“I beg to differ Robert.  I beg to differ.”

“I am confused.”

“Well Robert, are you ready to become an agent?”

“I don’t know my assignments.”

“You only have one assignment.”

“Only one?”

“Yes.  We need you to track down one of our agents who has gone rogue.”

“Gone Rogue?”

“Yes.  He turned against the agency and against humanity.”

“So, he is a rogue agent that I need to stop?”

“Yes.  His name is Bob.”

-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT