107 definitions by Spiritual-Master
When the two cords in the back of your neck look like an eleven because you have become too thin. meaning your time on earth is short. From the Mel Brooks classic movie "Life Stinks" for those of us old enough to remember the character Sailor's explanation. Later in the movie Sailors elevens were up.
Sailor: Pops ain't gonna be around long his elevens are up.
Pepto: What!!
Sailor: his elevens, look at the back of his neck see those two cords sticking up, they make like an eleven, once there up that's it he is a goner.
Pepto: What!!
Sailor: his elevens, look at the back of his neck see those two cords sticking up, they make like an eleven, once there up that's it he is a goner.
by Spiritual-Master January 18, 2022
Lord Bud's free satire foundation. The method that uses my definitions for codes, abbreviations, and acronyms as a reference when teaching understanding in the future. This ensures I may stay ahead of those who attempt to confuse me with questions that contain such code words. FSF already had definitions so Lord Bud started his personal online "Free Satire Foundation"
Harpo Mason: I am the cornerstone and founding member of this church of satire and comedy known as the Free Satire Foundation.
Lord Bud: You are only my Blackberry picker moonlighting in one of your online identities I own this foundation you failed to use the term correctly in your sentence. LBFSF= Lord Bud's Free Satire Foundation
Lord Bud: You are only my Blackberry picker moonlighting in one of your online identities I own this foundation you failed to use the term correctly in your sentence. LBFSF= Lord Bud's Free Satire Foundation
by Spiritual-Master March 10, 2022
Stands for "Christ Bob's Private Blackberry Picker University" Tuition is paid the same as trespass fines in "Blackberry Futures". The Leprechaun's pennies are worth your twenties. The Economics classes are limited to High School level "Home Economics" designed for future homemakers, not for corporate-level vulture capitalists.
The Private University for positive thinking where critical thinking and hypothetical worst-case scenarios are outlawed as well as psyops. No grievance studies are available for any minority groups as all are treated as a minority of one no matter who, what, where, when, or why you identify.
English classes teach that you do not own language and that includes the parts of a diagramed sentence.
language is a tool to be used for the succinct articulation of your personal American Dreams for the future.
Your pronouns will be confiscated should you reveal them, and replaced with the universal "SNOWFLAKE" title. Don't ask and Don't tell was a wonderful thing when first implemented.
Political Science is treated as a liberal art because we all know it is the art of becoming the most popular LIAR.
Your God is who you say it is, and we will never disagree for we respect your right to individual belief.
All religions welcome (BYOG) Bring your own God but be warned all Pastafarians starting a food fight to prove the existence of the flying spaghetti monster will face fines and do cleanup duties.
Blessings, respect, and love to all without prejudice.
The Private University for positive thinking where critical thinking and hypothetical worst-case scenarios are outlawed as well as psyops. No grievance studies are available for any minority groups as all are treated as a minority of one no matter who, what, where, when, or why you identify.
English classes teach that you do not own language and that includes the parts of a diagramed sentence.
language is a tool to be used for the succinct articulation of your personal American Dreams for the future.
Your pronouns will be confiscated should you reveal them, and replaced with the universal "SNOWFLAKE" title. Don't ask and Don't tell was a wonderful thing when first implemented.
Political Science is treated as a liberal art because we all know it is the art of becoming the most popular LIAR.
Your God is who you say it is, and we will never disagree for we respect your right to individual belief.
All religions welcome (BYOG) Bring your own God but be warned all Pastafarians starting a food fight to prove the existence of the flying spaghetti monster will face fines and do cleanup duties.
Blessings, respect, and love to all without prejudice.
Christ Bob: Welcome to the CBPBPU online campus dedicated to growing your hippocampus and shrinking your swelled ego. The spirited debater and Orwellian tyrannical Totalitarian Blackfoot redneck is here to teach that ALL ARE WORTHY of "basic human respect." "BHRM"= Basic Human Respect Mandate.
by Spiritual-Master January 28, 2022
A spiritually inspired Poem written to celebrate the life of your's or anyone's Grandma when she finds a permanent residency inside your heart. Grandma's wisdom (not unlike the fathers) will never leave or forsake you. Socialism is the schooling you get at home.
I paid for this truth and it is yours to use for free. My grandma was a real hero to me.
I paid for this truth and it is yours to use for free. My grandma was a real hero to me.
Grandmas are Heroes we should all agree
My father's mother Mary taught the bible to me
I was only 5 when I learned, God's golden rule.
A full year, before my first day of school
She was the one who made sure I learned
that respect is given, it is not earned
She said for those who would disagree things always worsen
For everyone notices, a disrespectful person
When children were playing, and Grandma was near
There was no escaping, her eyes or her ears
When children would fuss and threaten to brawl
She said, "if you can't say something nice, say nothing at all"
For when the words of your mouth make others act violently
Your game of life, is best played silently.
Yes, Grandmas are heroes of this I am sure,
their smiles are a comfort their hugs are the cure.
She is always encouraging when hearing your plan.
Her food always nourishing prepared by her hand.
Grandmas will never guide you in the wrong way.
Grandmas are Heroes, what more can I say?
My father's mother Mary taught the bible to me
I was only 5 when I learned, God's golden rule.
A full year, before my first day of school
She was the one who made sure I learned
that respect is given, it is not earned
She said for those who would disagree things always worsen
For everyone notices, a disrespectful person
When children were playing, and Grandma was near
There was no escaping, her eyes or her ears
When children would fuss and threaten to brawl
She said, "if you can't say something nice, say nothing at all"
For when the words of your mouth make others act violently
Your game of life, is best played silently.
Yes, Grandmas are heroes of this I am sure,
their smiles are a comfort their hugs are the cure.
She is always encouraging when hearing your plan.
Her food always nourishing prepared by her hand.
Grandmas will never guide you in the wrong way.
Grandmas are Heroes, what more can I say?
by Spiritual-Master January 21, 2022
The Iron Confederacy or Iron Confederation (also known as Cree-Assiniboine in English or Nehiyaw-Pwat in Cree) was a political and military alliance of Plains Indians of what is now Western Canada and the northern United States. This confederacy included various individual bands that formed political, hunting, and military alliances in defense against common enemies.1 The ethnic groups that made up the Confederacy were the branches of the Cree that moved onto the Great Plains around 1740 (the southern half of this movement eventually became the "Plains Cree" and the northern half the "Woods Cree"), the Saulteaux (Plains Ojibwa), the Nakoda or Stoney people also called Pwat or Assiniboine,2 and the Métis and Haudenosaunee (who had come west with the fur trade). The Confederacy rose to predominance on the northern Plains during the height of the North American fur trade when they operated as middlemen controlling the flow of European goods, particularly guns and ammunition, to other Indigenous nations (the "Indian Trade"), The Blackfoot secrets are now declassified But Only the Holy Okie knows the stories of Benjamin Franklin Buck his Grandfather as told to him by his Mother Mary Mae Buck.
1972 Bob was age 9 Mary was 67
Christ Bob: Mammaw who is your Godfather?
Mary Mae: My Godfather is Frank Buck a full Blackfoot Indian who walked the trail of tears. He knew legalese and spoke the white man's language and secured guns and ammo for the plains tribes. He had to work secretly because trading with the savages was frowned upon by the whites and he was considered a traitor by the white settlers. He walked armed with only the swords of his mouth, a Bible, and an old Stradivarius violin. He was Black as coal and I am white so it looked suspicious after my mother was gone. I am their only child. I married your grandfather Sam A. McKinney when I was 15 years old and we raised three boys and three girls to adults. A 7th child died at 6 weeks named Sandra Kay whose name and spirit were given to your Sister. The Iron confederacy is not classified anymore. The family members whose lives were endangered if they were exposed have moved to the Blackberry Plantation and begin their afterlives. A Native secret is a forbidden topic and punished much more harshly than in white man's statutory law. Certain People have to pass into the spirit world before native secrets are declassified.
Secret Family history is stored in the spirits of Blackberry pickers living all around the world.
Someday you will also be declassified and many spirits will speak through you if you are patient and trustworthy.
Christ Bob: The secrets are safe with me. I love you Mammaw.
Christ Bob: Mammaw who is your Godfather?
Mary Mae: My Godfather is Frank Buck a full Blackfoot Indian who walked the trail of tears. He knew legalese and spoke the white man's language and secured guns and ammo for the plains tribes. He had to work secretly because trading with the savages was frowned upon by the whites and he was considered a traitor by the white settlers. He walked armed with only the swords of his mouth, a Bible, and an old Stradivarius violin. He was Black as coal and I am white so it looked suspicious after my mother was gone. I am their only child. I married your grandfather Sam A. McKinney when I was 15 years old and we raised three boys and three girls to adults. A 7th child died at 6 weeks named Sandra Kay whose name and spirit were given to your Sister. The Iron confederacy is not classified anymore. The family members whose lives were endangered if they were exposed have moved to the Blackberry Plantation and begin their afterlives. A Native secret is a forbidden topic and punished much more harshly than in white man's statutory law. Certain People have to pass into the spirit world before native secrets are declassified.
Secret Family history is stored in the spirits of Blackberry pickers living all around the world.
Someday you will also be declassified and many spirits will speak through you if you are patient and trustworthy.
Christ Bob: The secrets are safe with me. I love you Mammaw.
by Spiritual-Master February 6, 2022
synonymous with Bowel Movement. The stink permeates society when politics enter every aspect of private life. Shit, that is really unpopular but no one is brave enough to flush it for good. Politically Activated morons.
I would love to flush the political movement down the toilet, but if I open my mouth I feel the taste may never go away.
by Spiritual-Master January 5, 2022
The currency of Leprechaun grandmothers goes like this. Grandma will always pay $2 for a gallon of Blackberries. Giving Wheat pennies to "Lord Bud's Cordwood Chapel helps the minister of plenty. Grandmas are the ministers of plenty who insures the American dollar will never fall in value to below 1/2 gallon of Blackberries. If you do not believe me bring me a Gallon of Blackberries and I will give you $2... I know more than a few buyers who are Grandmothers.
To determine the value of a Dollar one must determine the value of a penny. I will give a single Blackberry size that of a Garden-Gnomes-Green Thumbnail for a Penny of current striking, But Magic and miracles happen when you pay for a Blackberry with wheat cents. Any grandma will tell you that if you take care of the pennies the dollars will take care of themselves.
In the words of a preacher, I know: "I would rather owe you a DEBT the rest of my life than to try and beat you out of it." DIE owing money and someone gets beat out of it, but DIE owing DEBT notes and none are the wiser. DIE owing Blackberries and next summer the lord will provide the means of payment without your helping effort, all you have to add to the recipe is faith, hope, and LOVE. Fiat currency is for the payment of Debts. You owe me no DEBTS but the 22 years backdated trespass fines are still currently in arrears and are due and payable in Blackberries or Blackberry futures.
For all are guilty and have fallen short of the "Lord Bud's Glory.'
To determine the value of a Dollar one must determine the value of a penny. I will give a single Blackberry size that of a Garden-Gnomes-Green Thumbnail for a Penny of current striking, But Magic and miracles happen when you pay for a Blackberry with wheat cents. Any grandma will tell you that if you take care of the pennies the dollars will take care of themselves.
In the words of a preacher, I know: "I would rather owe you a DEBT the rest of my life than to try and beat you out of it." DIE owing money and someone gets beat out of it, but DIE owing DEBT notes and none are the wiser. DIE owing Blackberries and next summer the lord will provide the means of payment without your helping effort, all you have to add to the recipe is faith, hope, and LOVE. Fiat currency is for the payment of Debts. You owe me no DEBTS but the 22 years backdated trespass fines are still currently in arrears and are due and payable in Blackberries or Blackberry futures.
For all are guilty and have fallen short of the "Lord Bud's Glory.'
The value of Old money is perceived to be more than that of new money, and taking that into consideration I claim my son's BOND to be equal to everything printed Since my Death on August 13, 1999. I must carry only one "wheat cents" and you must always donate it back to the Chapel. You can't take it with you pal. Laugh you, silly Humans.
by Spiritual-Master February 7, 2022