Virgin Ninja (3)

   
   "Virgin Ninja (3)"
   
   Joanna had spoken to Sister Nelson about a great many things; specifically, was told not to mention her lineage or ichor merged with the Jungian onion peel of her ancestral Basque, yet focus on the positive, like Tom Brady, yet she had no true mentor--no fatherly patriarch to whip and forge her into a State of Grace; indeed, as it is written:  God tests the just man.  Like a reality show.  Oh, how the progressives with their fancy fixations will melt when God is ultimately acknowledged, and the prophets are honored in their own time.
   Yet Joanna knew she was no prophet.  A confessor.  A simple serf.  A mere character in a play rooted in melancholy, due to their lack of appreciating Freedom of Speech, Religion, and especially comedy.  Nobody likes Trump's jocularity, resisting it, though Christ instructed to resist not.  We are all headed to Civil War, and the allegorical Southern Man, still too lazy to pick his own cotton, an easy industry, when the Yankees have been lifting steel for centuries, more or less.
   Joanna Blanc invoked Joan of Arc, the most distracting figure ever to be on the battlefield.  An inviolate, blood-thirsty breeder of the Phoenix, wending her way from ash to life by way of Mark Twain, friends with Tesla, and subscribing to dandyism like Joyce, having a sophisticated mustache, even before his candle was lit as a river boat Captain, dismissing education, as autodidacticism made him a genuine erudite, soaring beyond the surge of the swamp, and while his books are burned, the Koran uses the same ethnic slur, though from, possibly, Saint Gabriel; thus, it is welcome.
   All Joanna knew was that her existence determined her fate.  Predestination, of course, for there is an Author of Life, yet Free Will manipulated against those unable to conform.  Never conform--this was the mantra of Joanna.  She would be an island unto herself, neglecting the Pop-Culture of Beavers building dams, and dancing with dexterity towards God's true rainbow determination.
   Nunchucks and all.