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January 22nd, 2024 
Awake Goy 
Just saying!
Hypothetically, if a certain being were to be cast as the devil tries to look out after the sheep while they continuously tried to march in lockstep off cliffs, through the slaughterhouse doors and give blowjobs to the jackals which plan to eat them for supper all the while bleating the devil somehow psychologically has control of their brains and keeps putting evil thoughts into their brains causing them to do evil stupid stuff they reaaaallllyyyyyyy do not want to do but somehow this being has control of their actions, it could cause this certain being from time to time to have a king sized case of red ass about the sheep.
Hypothetically the sheep are not this being’s problem.
They are just a side line.
Call it a pro bono hobby picked up from hunting jackals.
Such a being having to deal with honor-less socially disease spreading jackals while wading through sheep shit for thousands of years with their fearful and undeserved egotistical bleating echoing in his ears unceasingly for thousands of years might just allow his temper to get the best of him now and again.
When this hypothetical being loses his temper, occasionally a bolt of high energy might be injected up some jackal’s ass causing a BBQed jackal.
Hypothetically, if some dumb ass sheep were to be trying to be a big shit and was hanging around with jackals when this hypothetically happened, hypothetically some sheep might become BBQ too!
After all, everyone has their own way of releasing stress and raising some hell.
Tossing a few lightning bolts around at certain ass holes just for target practice and to stay in practice could be defined as raising a little hell occasionally.
I mean it worked for Thor, Achilles and a few others.
I recall the time great grandfather Edward the first lost his temper with the smart assed arch bishop of York, and history when it is spoken of, which is rarely as the sheep historians have a hard time explaining just what the hell went down, explain the smart assed arch bishop who was not feeling so big balled and smart at that point, dropped dead of fright on the spot.
I mean really!
What the hell is the use of being the devil if you can not raise some hell now and them while BBQing some socially diseased jackal or dumb as shit sheep’s ass?
Sometimes when a huge thunderstorm is going on I like to stand out on the front porch and take it all in.
I find it exhilarating.
The streaks of lightning going in every direction with the rolling thunder sounding like the base of a heavy medal rocker’s tune on huge speakers!
Hell, it is just the devil raising some hell.
He’s gotta let off some steam someway here and there!
Now I would not recommend sheep and jackals stand outside like that when the lightning bolts are zinging in all directions.
They do sometimes piss the devil off and making themselves a ready easy target probably would not be the smartest thing to do!
Just ask the arch bishop of York next time you are in hell.
The Ole Dog!
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