Snoopy and the Red Baron

   
   "Snoopy and the Red Baron"
   
   Many times throughout the flux of life, whether within the theater of your mind or in a possible actuality, there seems to be a return to innocence.  Like a bird dog aligned with a yellow goldfinch, or so it seems that metaphorical elves are in communion with certain canines; regardless, to know that some animation exists with only inviolate purity and mild levity in order to return you to the days before consciousness became so unearthly that you feel as if gravity doesn't exist.
   The really sad part is:  Look at how high-level cops are so crooked; as a result, a Barney Fife would do anything for a dollar or a promotion, and corruption is everywhere.
   There's nothing wrong when an allegorical Starsky or Hutch is on the job; however, people want financial evolution so intensely that dismissing an elderly lady's innocence for an easier lifestyle is not mere temptation, but true fact.  A Place for Mom says Joan Lunden; indeed, she got paid to do that, and now there's a special place in hell for her, as well as all of those attempting to get the elderly sick through infection, and they do it on purpose.  
   And just like a problem child born handicapped--we throw these people away, as if our shit doesn't stink.  There are flaming queer priests that molest boys, dirty cops on every block, family members that loathe you or play on your disabilities, all as a slow torture, because people can't be happy with living in a Free Country, which doesn't exist, mostly.
   If people don't like you for no reason and initiate the hate--screw them.  You know when people are spreading the monstrous manure.  Sometimes you play along, sometimes you get pissed, sometimes they accuse you to cover their mistakes.
   We've all sinned; however, what draws us into this?  Phonies, favors, false documents, and many people only thirst for contentment, getting by with nothing.
   People like to torture the rejected, it gives the masses a collective glee.  But those that have repented with pure asceticism, and always were washed and clean, really only wanted one thing, and it wasn't self-elation.  It was to simply take a walk in the park.  But even that can get you killed.
   So, remain focused, carry an ancient weapon of sorts, say your prayers and take your vitamins; next, let nobody steal the idea of a Good God away from you, even if you have a family that has told you for decades that God is a myth.  Screw them.  Have they looked in the mirror lately?  Wonder if they wear their masks when they shave?  Of course they do, for they give so much false testimony, they believe it themselves, unable to accept that they're not the best.  That's reserved for an angel named Jesus Christ--in my opinion.  Will they start a calendar after your death?