DJ Holy Body's Blog and the King's Mask + Wearing Black to Your Own Funeral

My idea was to call it Karma Ga, but since it didn't translate in Hebrew the martial art that I created is called Krav Maga.

In addition to the personal training job, I am working at a pet store in Karma Park, CA.  My supervisor, named Heeshee Kentsolvis, is so annoying, doesn't take responsibility for his/her actions, and acts like a total Richard most of the time!  He used to be a she actually.  I'm not supposed to know the details, but my soldiers are holding Heeshee's wife captive.  I am currently fighting the empathy and sorrow that this dilemma has caused.  Heeshee's wife has aged a decade in the past six months, and it's not my fault.  It's her husband's fault. As a clear message, I gave the husband visiting hours at one of my military operations in West Virginia.  Heeshee can now see for him/herself that the drastic aging of his wife is a fit punishment for treason.  Heeshee's wife, Bobbie Burnette, is in the process of learning that her husband used to be a chick. Things might have to get worse for these people before they get better.  I'll squeeze u...

"Yeah Cofefe's back Yeah Cofefe's back Got these crazy white boys yellin' Cofefe's back I call my weed Curve On Ya Smells like teen spirit And my pack's so fuckin' loud you can't hear it"

Jones Junior, T-Raw The Ruler Slicker than a gold patch, gold chain Cuban Rope, till it's bruisin', D*CK on punte' Gimmie gimmie chocha  Kill it like OJ

Wow, it's been busy!  My living and working community is now a military community.  I have been training various armed forces, including helping a gunner to rehabilitate her shoulders.  My new job at 24Sevenfold Fitness is very rewarding! There are a couple of things that are bothering me.  I feel that it's sad that Los Angeles has to be on fire right now.  Although civilians may not understand what's going on, I deployed microscopic fire ignitors that started the fire.  I only know this because the weapons were deployed from my stomach.  It's a new weapon I had installed in my stomach during the past few years.  The weapons were deployed to prevent a civil war. I had to gain about thirty pounds for my new weapons to be installed without the public noticing.  I now have 8 different guns that fire out of my belly button.  If I upgraded any higher than that with my abdominal guns, I would have to have a rock hard belly and love handles...

My journal was leaked, so I guess it's safe to write down what my plans are for this beautiful country. I ordered the assassination of all of my enemies, meaning enemies of the United States. I had a member of the Glee Raisins get drunk and ram a giant truck into a Russian spy who was spying on innocent American citizens from a toll booth at the Bay Bridge. I also ordered the deaths of gang members who cannot comply with the laws of the land. Should I feel bad having three of my boys hang a football player from a jail cell for violating the law? He committed murder and was executed. If I can't get someone in court, then I can get them out of court. It took three guys to tie his feet and hands, then hang him while he was begging for his mama. He sh*t and pissed his pants. My boys put soap all over the floor made it look like someone tried to block the door. Then they left through a secret exit in the floor. I had them rebuild the floor as ordered. They're at an ...