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There Is No Punch Line Jesus & Friends (A.K.A Goalie Down Clan Goalie – 911)

January 15, 2015


I’m ready enough to let the world know exactly WHY I HAVE TO ASK THE ONE WHO CREATED PLANET EARTH TO HELP RESTORE MY FAITH IN HUMANITY AND SOME OF WHO READ THIS ARE PART OF THE REASON SO I’LL BE TRANSPARENT ABOUT THE CONVERSATION I’VE BEEN HAVING WITH GOD OVER THE LAST FOUR YEARS – MY FREAKIN’ PLEASURE! Yes, I don’t care if some of you think that typing in all capital letters is “internet yelling”. You see, I’ve been “web journaling ” all out on the World Wide Wed since about the year 2000. I’m fifteen years in and I use all-caps to EMPHASIZE certain information so as to let you, the reader, know that those words are KEY WORDS.

I’d like all of the JOSH GROBAN fans in the world to CEASE AND DESIST any all activity in efforts to bully me, contact me via e-mail, via cell phone, in person, or via any living human who chooses, as GOD as your witness and MINE, to pretend you are NOT a Josh Groban fan. No I’m not a lawyer, but I don’t need to be, because there are MILLIONS of them who do that sort of thing and sometimes they like to go on the attack. So, any of you who read this who are JOSH GROBAN fans, please forward this the people who run the Josh Groban fan club.

I very much appreciated the fact the a few years ago Sweeney Groban sent me some cards in the mail with a little help for a weary traveler, so to speak. However, the gratitude for that from me is a bit less than the true and real form of that word. Why? Because I thought it would be nice to mention how nice Mr. Groban’s doggie was out loud in public. Well, lesson learned universe. Understood. Some of your fans Groban thought my personal and private life as a regular old United States citizen was there business. Some of them got into their heads that I personally knew and paled around with Groban all living the high life or something. Some of them were so bold as to try to locate my personal medical records, thereby violating A WIDE ASSORTMENT OF MY RIGHTS AS A PRIVATE CITIZEN, INCLUDING MY HIPPA RIGHTS.

Now, I’m not going to be the one who foots the bill for all the extra INTERNET SECURITY SPECIALISTS, LAWYERS, ETC. to protect myself, yadda, yadda, yadda, send each and every one of the ones who were TOLD in writing, via internet, or via telephone not to contact only to find they had no problem creating new e-mail accounts to further harass me. No, instead what I’m going to do is find out how well some of the things that have happened to me in my 42 years of life on Earth as a member of the Lueth family hold up when seen through the eyes of the SUPREME COURT. Yes, Josh Groban, even you I prefer not to personally have face-to-face interaction with, so I’m not sure how your record company feels about me right now -BUT I CAN ASSURE THIS WORLD AND EVERY LIVING CREATURE ON IT – I DON’T CARE. YOU DON’REALLY GIVE A CRAP ABOUT A HUMAN BEING WHO HAS BEEN FIGHTING CANCER SINCE HER FAMILY PET JOHAN GOT LEUKEMIA WHEN I WAS A VERY SMALL CHILD. You don’t care that my family, several of whom are U.S. Military has been DESSIMATED by WARS they didn’t start. You don’t care that I was still trying wrap my had around the death of my brother Fritz Christian Lueth, at the same time I was trying to wrap my head the fact that my father’s kidney’s were failing and he chose not to have dialysis, at the same time I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that my mother had just been diagnosed with breast cancer when I get hit a HUGE PILE OF B.S. FROM NASTY HUMANS WHO DISGRACE THE NHL LOGO BY CALLING HUMAN BEING PIECES OF SHIT WHERE I CAN HEAR YOU.

The problem with doing that to the ONE GUARDIAN WHO HAS BEEN KEEPING THE HOLY WRATH GOD WANTS TO “DROP LIKE IT’S HOT” UPON THIS PLANET EARTH BASED ON MY CONVERSATION with him is well – I don’t know any other words to use other then HOLY WRATH. I have gone on strike so I’m not protecting any of you from GOD’S ALMIGHTY WRATH Gaurdians. If you’d like to do it, I will not stop you.

Fans and who the F’ else needs to see this over there at the John Mayer camp. The reveal as to why I had to get a BOAT LOAD of messages from JOHN MAYER haters while going through will come. This will not be negotiable. I DO NOT KNOW THAT GUY EITHER – SO MUCH LIKE THE JOSH GROBAN – YOU TOO SHALL CEASE AND DESIST  ANY COMMUNICATION IN ANY FORM CREATED AT ANY POINT IN TIME, PAST, PRESENT BY ANYONE UP TO AND INCLUDING GOD. I don’t EVEN WANT TO KNOW right now how John Mayer became my problem God. We’ll get to that later. Not negotiable.

Which brings me to Washington Capitals LLC. You and any affiliated entities, along with those who wear your logo in grocery stores, use the internet for ANY REASON WHAT-SO-EVER, shall also follow the same guidelines given to every one else who gets anywhere NEAR ME with anything, including words.

Clan goalie, YOU WILL GOALIE UP FOR ME NOW. I don’t care if your name is Evgeni Nabakov, Marty Brodeur, Olaf Kolzig, Bill Smith, Yunj Chow Fat, Blue Ribbon, Sally Jones. I went WAFFLES UP GOALIES IN 2012 and what that means is you do whatever the F’ it takes to GET EYES ON ME NOW!

Tampa Bay Lighting fans and Lighting faithful, I’d love to be in Tampa right now all enjoying the hockey paradise, but ain’t nobody on this planet seems to give a crap about how well I’m handling the EPIC BIBLICAL PROPORTION AMOUNT OF GRIEF AND LOSS THAT HAS BEEN BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF ME SINCE 1974, so pardon me if I wonder why some of you who wanted me to talk-up the women’s hockey for ya and be all “ENTERTAINING” for ya and rather didn’t happen to notice that a member of BOLTS NATION is waaaaaaaaaaaay over the top done with x-hockey team and all their CAPS CARE crap. They don’t know how to 7th player. They don’t know how to help one little hockey fan who had to sit in the old CAP CENTER and get called things like “bulldike” by human scum and hear someone wearing the crapitals logo call Mike Grier a “raisin”.

If Kevin Weekes sees this blog post and that’s not a suggestion NHL faithful, I want you to know that I need some full-on, no holds-barred, real and true help. My grandparents are all deceased. My aunts and uncles are all deceased. My children, siblings and many of friends – all deceased. I NEED SOME HOCKEY LIFERS TO HOCKEY FAMILY FOR ME AND I DON’T YET UNDERSTAND WHY THAT WAS SO MUTHA FREAKIN’ HARD FOR ANY HUMAN I HAVE SPOKEN TO TO UNDERSTAND. So you, Mr. Weekes, are AWESOME to me. I know, I identify with Dominick Hasek, because that’s how I’d describe my variety of goaltending to any who might ask. ANYTHING IT TAKES TO STOP THE PUCK. Go You Hasek. Go you.

Somebody on this planet’s going to rally some support for me TODAY. I don’t need to be cheered on or given some sort of weird instructions from @Twitterthons. You too are not beyond the judgement of God, especially when you use that name as a password, so when some person who tweets/e-mails me and REFUSES to properly identify yourself to me with that whole situation back in 2010-2011 and directs me to “FOCUS” on your little project and instructs me to “pick a project that means something to me”, well then I guess all of you involved with all of that didn’t quite understand that all of you are now saying HELLO TO YOUR LORD, JESUS CHRIST. I was being stalked. I was being beaten down by my own government. I was being treated like total and complete CRAP by people I’ve know for years who claimed to be my friends and YOU AREN’T GOD. YOU ARE ON THE “LET’S DO A FULL-SIZE GOD AUDIT LIST NOW.

I will continue on with another blog post tomorrow. Maybe one of you humans, might get freakin’ inspired to HUMAN UP and call my CELL phone. Not e-mail me. Not any other thing. My cell number is on this blog – take some INITIATIVE and give me a call people of Earth who say with words you care, but who have ZERO follow-through when it comes to actually showing up for fellow human.

Military side of my family, Veteren’s of Foreign Wars – My father was a U.S. Military veteran of the Korean war and spent many years after being forced to retire from the military because he had diabetes in civil service to the country and he didn’t even get a funeral when he passed away. I NEED you to MILITARY FAMILY UP FOR ME NOW! Pessin Katz Law has shown very little respect to a fellow 101 Airborne and seems to think stealing the inherantence of his daughter who fought that PTSD war with him, who fought that war he had with alcohol, who fought that war we both had to fight because my Mother, also deceased was demetia variety non-copus mentus Pessin Law. Pessin Law Katz is NOT MILITARY FRIENDLY – PLEASE PASS THIS AROUND TO ALL U.S. MILITARY IN THE MD/DC/VA AREA – SPARE YOURSELVES THE MISERY. I most certainly can prove that in a court of law. Would you like to join me legal pitbulls? There’s plenty of room for a few good men and women, just give me a call.

My tomorrow is going to be so much better my today people of Earth and one of you is going to be THAT PERSON for me and you’re going to do it like you mean it. I want to IMMEDIATELY get help moving to Tampa Bay. I don’t want to spend another single day in Maryland for any reason. That’s right Harford County, MD – I got no problem letting you know – I’m still a Duran Duran fan those of you who added to all my woes by doing things like throwing my shoes out the window of Harford County Public School Bus #113. I have no problem telling all those who grew-up in Bynam Ridge, especially those pretending to grown-up adults that you let my family full of addicts keep knocking me around and YOU DID NOTHING TO STOP IT! Yes, I also got anally and vaginally raped when I was a teenager in that neighborhood where I grew up because vile adult perverts got no problem putting a chemical in a beer that an underage female (yes, that’s me), drank. Interestingly one beer does not produce a complete and total state of paralysis in a young teenage girl who felt and heard every word that M-F’er did and said but could not move a muscle to stop him. My little rapist “friend” liked to put his sperm “right in my ass”. He also fancied taking some polaroids to remember me by – how nice for him.

Every human alive should READ THIS BLOG POST AND WEEP NOW. Nothing on this planet but a bunch of people who say they’re fighting cancer, but won’t show up at my door with love in your hearts, empathy, sympathy for a woman who WANTS TO F’ ING know for sure if she’s got blood cancer but can’t seem to find doctors who give a crap about me a whole, real and true human being.

HEY, HUMANITY – Kiss my ass. Of course you’ll have to do that virtually, because all I wanted was to settle down, get married and make babies. Instead, I’ll not be letting MOST of you anywhere NEAR my ass (in any sense), and I’ll be asking God not to assign me to the CRAP detail known as Earth again. Not for me God – they think you’re going to make them another planet to screw-up – I do not recommend that action.

GO BOLTS! Spend some real time getting to know me by taking in my blog human people who thought for some reason I want to sit in my apartment alone, unable to muster up even the will to bathe properly and not get some hugs, some sympathy cards in the mail or well any indication that you have a single shred of decency at all.

Yes, I do know some federal law enforcement officers and to those of you actually know me – I’d have to give you a failing grade when it comes to resiliency training and that is all I have to say to any of you as well.

Bring on the Holy Wrath God – they’ll probably think it’s some sort of fun game to play and complain that there weren’t enough pyrotechnichs for ’em. It wont phase me God – so were good.

I love you, but not enough to wait for a fake, imaginary hero – I got past that a LOOOOOOOOONG time ago.

Gee, sorry I don’t have a text plan A-holes. I don’t feel like putting the links in this blog – THAT’S WHY.

No, most of this blog is not a work of fiction. There is no punch line.

No snark or sarcasm should be implied.

I’m as serious as the second death is serious. Don’t care? Oh good – there’s a plan for that. The “S” list is long and deep.




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