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The Bible 2 #1
The Bible 2: Hail to the King of the Jews, Baby!
It's time to put the syn back into synagogue!
Jesus is back, and he's not cruci-fuckin' around in the "official" sequel to the Bible, two-thousand years in the making.
The Bible 2 picks up nearly a thousand years after the death of Jesus Christ. Having gone into exile after his resurrection in a far and undiscovered continent, Jesus is suddenly thrown into the fray when a conspiracy of biblical proportions is revealed.
Jesus is back, and he's not cruci-fuckin' around in the "official" sequel to the Bible, two-thousand years in the making.
The Bible 2 picks up nearly a thousand years after the death of Jesus Christ. Having gone into exile after his resurrection in a far and undiscovered continent, Jesus is suddenly thrown into the fray when a conspiracy of biblical proportions is revealed.
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First published January 1, 2012
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April 13, 2018
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
-Martin Luther King jr
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
-Martin Luther King jr
September 16, 2023
I'm not quite sure what I was hoping for, but this wasn't quite it.
I expected this to be basically big dumb fun, turning JC into some sort of comic book hero. So...yes, it was going to be stupid.
But I guess I was going for a lot less shock and awe with a foul-mouthed saviour and little more of a story. To me, it felt like they had a story, and then pushed their version of Jesus into the story, as he never truly feels like the main character, only the one that comes along on his pink unicorn to save everyone's butt.
It was mildly entertaining, and the art wasn't horrible, but it's not good enough to seek out any subsequent volumes.
I expected this to be basically big dumb fun, turning JC into some sort of comic book hero. So...yes, it was going to be stupid.
But I guess I was going for a lot less shock and awe with a foul-mouthed saviour and little more of a story. To me, it felt like they had a story, and then pushed their version of Jesus into the story, as he never truly feels like the main character, only the one that comes along on his pink unicorn to save everyone's butt.
It was mildly entertaining, and the art wasn't horrible, but it's not good enough to seek out any subsequent volumes.
June 6, 2018
I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!VI
May 30, 2023
Finally, the much-awaited sequel about my life has dropped. Been waiting over 2 millenniums for this but the wait was worth it. Loved my "dramatic" entrance, watching all those mortal humans groveling at my feet reminded me of my resurrection in the bible 1.
The climatic final battle between my father and Satan proved to be a real page-turner, with God ultimately triumphing.
While the previous book was about me saving the earth, this one was more about God freeing those who had already perished and are burning in hell, a nice creative spin that continued the story, hope the authors are making a third to complete this amazing sequel, also the live action movies are a must watch!
- Kind regards,
Jesus Christ.
The climatic final battle between my father and Satan proved to be a real page-turner, with God ultimately triumphing.
While the previous book was about me saving the earth, this one was more about God freeing those who had already perished and are burning in hell, a nice creative spin that continued the story, hope the authors are making a third to complete this amazing sequel, also the live action movies are a must watch!
- Kind regards,
Jesus Christ.
January 24, 2026
This graphic novel amounts to a bit of fan fiction with Jesus Christ at the center and all kinds of societal rationalizations around Christianity stuffed in a blender set to puree. The result is a breezy, profane, paper-thin story about Jesus where he says “fuck” a lot and takes bong rips while being hunted by conspiratorial forces which he occasionally kills with machine guns and throwing stars shaped like the star of David while flying on a unicorn with rainbow wings. Also, Jesus can summon a dinosaur army. I won’t say it’s stupid, but I will say it’s not, not stupid. At least it’s short.
February 28, 2023
"Nobody f*cks with the Jesus!"
- Jesus
Endlich eine richtig gute und blutrünstige Fortsetzung der Bibel. Endlich ein Comic, der die wahren Kräfte des Sohn Gottes aufzeigt. Auf einem Einhorn reitend, mit dem Messer die Römer filetierend und in seinem Versteck Bong rauchend - "The Bible 2: Hail to the King of the Jews, Baby!" ist ein böses, gewaltgefülltes und rasantes Abenteuer.
Z.M. Thomas liefert mit diesem ersten Sammelband ein absurd-doofes Werk ab, das inhaltlich und zeichnerisch auf schnelle Lacher zielt. Und diese vor mir erhalten hat.
- Jesus
Endlich eine richtig gute und blutrünstige Fortsetzung der Bibel. Endlich ein Comic, der die wahren Kräfte des Sohn Gottes aufzeigt. Auf einem Einhorn reitend, mit dem Messer die Römer filetierend und in seinem Versteck Bong rauchend - "The Bible 2: Hail to the King of the Jews, Baby!" ist ein böses, gewaltgefülltes und rasantes Abenteuer.
Z.M. Thomas liefert mit diesem ersten Sammelband ein absurd-doofes Werk ab, das inhaltlich und zeichnerisch auf schnelle Lacher zielt. Und diese vor mir erhalten hat.
April 7, 2022
Personally I felt that the original was much too gloomy and depressing, this sequel solves all those problems. It truly is a masterpiece. if i could rate it higher i would but this website does not recognize such magnificence. This book is an instant classic beating any other terrible penmanship written by "real writers", bunch of stupid poets writing sentimental nonsense if you ask me.
Tl;dr Book good read now
Tl;dr Book good read now
November 1, 2018
Obnoxious, profane, blasphemous, and frequently clever, I was entertained. Nevertheless, an accumulation of proofreading errors and some visually muddled panel-by-panel narration (particularly of action) detract from the overall experience.
August 15, 2022
As excited as I was to read this given the tag lines on the front and back covers, I was ultimately disappointed. Nothing new here. The satire is stale and relies mostly on the shock value of putting Jesus in situations where he swears and goes all divine Rambo on folks... low hanging fruit.
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August 21, 2023This Book Changed my life Jesus is a war veteran and t rex rider and he is defintely not curci-fukin around and the jews boys assassinated hitler and cartman gets eaten by the king of the jews horny jesus who wanted some of cartman's mums pussy So black watermelon people are stinky and like kfc
February 28, 2017
I can say, it was worth the $ the shipping and the wait... I saw this online and knew I had to snag it. Looking forward to Volume 2! <3
August 17, 2022
Despite it's amateurish art, it manage to get me a few chuckles and explains many thing about how religions came to be.
July 26, 2015
Great artwork, pretty terrible writing. Fun concept though.
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