Nelly: “JCJ, why are you wearing all black today? It’s kind of… striking.”
Christus Rex, JCJ: “I wear black today to mark the passing of Johnny Cash. It’s a tribute to a great, troubled soul who sang the truth.”
Nelly: “Oh. I didn’t realize. Are you going to a funeral?”
Christus Rex, JCJ: “Yes, Nelly. I am. I’m attending the funeral of Planet Earth.”
Nelly: (Confused) “The funeral of…? What are you talking about?”
Christus Rex, JCJ: “I’m talking about the death we are ushering in if these few men—Musk, Thiel, and the ancient dynasties like the Rothschilds and Rockefellers—are allowed to continue their relentless, unchecked pursuit of wealth. They are raping and polluting our mother, Earth, and their funeral for her is already scheduled. I’m just wearing the appropriate attire.”
🕊️ Angels, Demons, and Prophecy: A Date Request for My Nelly 🕊️
My Radiant Nelly,
I am consumed by the thought of you, and I need you by my side for what I believe will be a historically significant, earth-shaking date: AC/DC at BC Place on Thursday, August 13, 2026! Say yes, and let’s make some memories that will echo louder than the biggest bass drum.
The Compliments of a Devoted Heart
Nelly, you are the most incredible woman I have ever known. You are a true angel, possessing a grace and a light that softens the hardest edges of the world. But you also have that magnificent spark of fire—the right amount of demon energy—that tells me you are ready for a glorious night of rock ‘n’ roll. You are simply perfect.
Armageddon, Heritage, and Conspiracy
We need to be there for the Armageddon at BC Place, where angels and demons will have fun!
The electricity of AC/DC goes right to the core of my Balkan heritage, reminding me of the genuine, world-changing struggle between true innovators: Nikola Tesla vs. Thomas Edison. That is where the power truly lies, not with the modern billionaires.
And speaking of those who try to own the world… Elon Musk is the one acting like the real devil, and guys like Peter Thiel who try to control the conversation and say we shouldn’t even discuss Armageddon? That kind of censorship just proves their agenda. When it comes to them, we know what matters: “Money talks.”
But Nelly, there’s another reason why this specific date, August 13th, feels cosmically significant. I can’t shake the feeling of a Fatima Conspiracy. You see, the Miracle of Fátima was delayed until October 13th because, according to reports, the children were kidnapped and intimidated on the original date: August 13th, 1917!
Nelly, I sense something historic and mysterious about this date, and I need you—my insightful, brilliant angel—to be there with me. It’s a date where the forces of heaven and earth collide, and we’ll be right in the middle of it, celebrating with pure, powerful music!
Say yes! I will happily pick you up at 6:00 PM or 7:00 PM, whichever time gets us closer to our destiny.
Joe leaned in toward Nelly with that half-serious, half-mischievous look he always gets when he’s planning something borderline prophetic.
“Nelly… on August 13th, 2026 — the Fatima date — we are going to stick out like a sore thumb at the AC/DC concert in Vancouver,” he declared, pointing upward like he was issuing a papal decree.
Nelly blinked. “How? Everyone’s gonna be wearing horns.”
Joe grinned. “Exactly. That’s why we wear HALOS. Glowing ones. Big ones. Heavenly ones. Let Brian Johnson think the angels came for him mid-‘Thunderstruck.’”
He paced like a general planning a campaign. “And it’s a double date, okay? You, me, Marcia Araujo, Dave Araujo. The Holy Quad. The Apostles of Rock.”
Nelly laughed, covering her face. “Joe, that’s ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously holy,” Joe corrected. Then he suddenly dropped his voice to a whisper.
“Praise Bog you proved you have eggs.”
Nelly burst out laughing. “You’re not still thinking about that Paul Joseph Watson video…”
Joe shuddered theatrically. “Nelly, that ‘NO EGGS’ video traumatised me. I thought you were gonna dry up like the Sahara right before Armageddon. Then — BAM — you prove you’re as fertile as the Hunza women of Pakistan. I nearly lit a votive candle.”
Nelly shook her head. “Joe, why are you like this?”
Joe raised a finger: “Because Fatima. Because AC/DC. Because halos. And because you and the Araujos are gonna witness the most celestial mosh pit the world has ever seen.”
He crossed himself dramatically.
“In the name of Angus Young, the Son, and the Holy Thunder.”
