Wednesday, November 15, 2017

There Comes A Woman

There comes a woman once in a crazy man’s life who can bring him back down to reality-at least for a few minutes, anyway.
Remember the girl that Thumper met in Bambi?
How about Adrian with Rocky?
Leia with Han Solo?
I’m out of my mind, but it’s quite possible that the finger has been pointed at me now.
Everyone knows I’m a fighter.  Some people think I’m just a troll on the Net, and I don’t care about that, as I have witnesses who can attest to the fact that it’s not wise to get into my face and it’s a stupid idea to hit me.   I mean, you can probably kick my ass, because I’m not Bruce Lee, but I get right back up to take the next punch-which I don’t even feel.  I don’t even have to hit you to get my way.
I can send your pretty daughter who’s in her senior year of high school straight to the local gentleman’s club if she really wants to go to college-and that’s all I need to do.
I lose a couple of teeth, you lose your house and she loses her reputation, so it’s not worth it.
That’s when happens when someone gets into a fight with me in a parking lot.  I might get my ass kicked, but I heal much more quickly than the reputations of others.
This young lady knows that I will fight for her.  In fact, I would lay down my life for this young woman who is in her early twenties.    I am humbled by the fact that she worries about me, and that’s because I worry about her.
Ah, the Age of the Donald; right-wing dictator and modern-day fascist.
What really annoys me is that I’m one of the few on the left who’s willing to put someone’s face through the windshield of a 1954 Chrysler Imperial-I’ve even been coaxed by a man with autism not to do that a few times to those who said he should be put in an institution.
Windshields, library chairs, bats, it’s all the same to me-just think what I would do for this woman whom I would give my final drop of blood for. I would also do some pleasant things to anyone who makes fun of my niece, as she has cerebral palsy.  Don’t fuck with me, Wigboy.  I know you like to make fun of people with Parkinson’s.
There comes a woman once in a man’s life who does her best to keep her man from giving someone free dental work, and if this goes where I hope it does, the poor Senorita has one hell of a job to do.

Coming To Terms, And Possibly At Peace With It
















This writer has come to terms with his fate within the Church after yesterday’s meeting with the pastor at Ascension Lutheran Church in Littleton, Colorado, where the incident occurred a week prior.

Again, while the columnist’s response to the church’s pamphlet on depression may not have been proper, one of the worst things which could have happened was when the woman beside me sarcastically asked me why I was there.

You have read the article, so read it again to refresh your memory.

The incident has since shaken my family to its foundation and the older people in the church want nothing to do with me-which is fine.  I was not there for myself.  I was doing something for someone else every time I went there.   All which was confirmed in the past two weeks is that Christianity and Islam are practically the same with just another name, as both judge and condemn.

The Christian Church still rejects Science as the truth because I explained to the Reverend John Larson what the frontal lobes do-and he still told me I had no excuse-even after I told him Phineas Gage’s tragic outcome. 

Christianity has not changed since the Renaissance.  It is still vehemently opposed to scientific inquiry and scientific fact; choosing only to believe that behaviors are a matter of self-control-which they often are not.  Therefore, we have mood stabilizers, so that stupid people don’t get thrown out of windows or pushed into an oncoming Amtrak when they mock someone who has a suffered a traumatic brain injury.

He could not understand that it was Black Sabbath which sent my behavior back to base level on Sunday.  All he continued to reiterate was depth of my misconduct-and I was wrong to do what I did at the time.  However, it’s a reenactment of the OK Corral when one’s frontal lobes can’t do the job.

Christ did not judge people who behaved as I did.  He healed them.  It is unfortunate that the Christian Church has lost all its credibility, and judging people who struggle is just one reason why that is.