Amos Hart--Lazarus

   
   "Amos Hart--Lazarus"
   
   Amos Hart.  Wednesday morning; specifically, a minute past Midnight.  Bucko next to him in bed, where King David mentioned he prayed from sometimes, a man after God's own heart--maybe the prototype for the Sacred Heat?  Awakening.
   When Lazarus died--was it the best day of his life?  Didn't appear so to Jesus.  Shortest verse in the Bible:  "Jesus wept."  Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Holy Mary.  Are NDEs all resplendent?  It doesn't seem so.  Then why the prayer?  Amos knew a guy deemed dead and around 114 pounds in Baptist Hospital in Little Rock.  Guy should've sued the hospital.  Nurse flipped his skeletal body over, saying if she was like him; next, it would be her time to go.  Guy is still alive--twenty years later.  Screw that nurse.  She's no fighter.  Gotta fight for everything God gives you.  Don't let anybody selfishly thieve it away.  Your iron fists however, should not exceed the crime of those that sin against you.  Daniel Rand knows this, him better known as FIST in the 1980's. 
   So, as a journalist with no limitations, Amos knew that everything exists, and just as there is good, so is there evil; plus, neutrality, which doesn't give a rat's ass either way--they might have the coldest of hells if we listen to the rants of Jack Kennedy.  Gotta choose a side.  No wussies.
   Oh well, Amos went back to bed.  Lucidly dreaming of the FBI's corruption, hating Trump, not believing a celebrity is more honest than crooked lawyers thinking the Democratic Party is ushering in another phony Messiah.
   Like Trump told a secretary he hired decades ago:  "Men are better than women; however, a good woman is worth more than an army of men."