Finnegans Wake and Crayons

   
   "Finnegans Wake and Crayons"
   
   Mr. James Joyce, the literary master of the 20th Century, sweetly surmised the only arms used by a bard are:  silence, exile, and cunning.  So near to being blind at times, like unto Milton and Homer, he had to write much of Finnegans Wake in bright, brilliant crayon.
   No apostrophe was used in the title, possibly, because this would mean Finnegan is an individual, and that he is dead (hence his wake).
   I fondly fancy his words in the book:  "First we feel.  Then we fall."
   Joyce might further say:  "A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery."
   Mr. James Joyce died due to a perforated ulcer, as goes the illusion-like biology of it all.   

Patriot Pigeon

   
   "Patriot Pigeon"

   Charlie Jones loved America.  Remembered how Kennedy got pissed when nuclear weapons were gonna be so close in Cuba.  Who would want to live with nukes so close?  But the Russians do. 
   Warsaw Pact crumbled.  Our nukes now positioned all over Eastern Europe.  And was it not Stalingrad and not D-Day that saved the day?  Approximately 25 million Russians died due to those Germans, but we don't care.  
   Trump is a KGB Operative--shows like The View will tell you.  And Hillary is just fine--no mortal head wound that gels with John's predictions of the Anti-Christ.
   What the hell is going on?  Why can't Pat Sajak be President?  Make it so!!!
   He served in Vietnam.  Spins a fancy wheel.  Tells jokes.  Entertains us.  Had a Late Night Talk Show.  
   Charlie Jones just wondered why things weren't fair.  What did Jack Kennedy boldly and smoothly proclaim:  "Life is not fair."  Well, whose fault is that?  The selfish people, yup.  
   Anyway, the carnival was coming to town.  They tried to clone Lincoln, but ended up with John Kerry instead.  Put a beard on that guy--he looks like Lincoln.  But he put splinters under his fingers to get the Purple Heart.  Lincoln had a stovepipe hat.  Hated prohibition.  Knew it led to suffering and crime.  
   So, John Kerry is not perfect; alas, Charlie Jones still hoped for Pat Sajak.  I get all this information from my elderly step-parent.  

Movie: Jane Wants a Boyfriend

   
   "Movie:  Jane Wants a Boyfriend"
   
   Like I've read and mentioned in these here Blogs, most people live normal lives, a little anxiety-ridden, but coping with cool; however, in one of every twenty houses, there's real melancholy shit going down, and nobody seems to care.
   In the movie:  Jane Wants a Boyfriend, we meet a young lady named Jane.  She has Asperger's and lives with her parents, perpetually watching the same movies over and over again.  Anyway, her parents and her live in Queens, New York, but the parents are moving; hence, enter her earthly and productive sister:  Bianca.
   Bianca has a boyfriend, and Jane needs to move in with her.  Bianca's boyfriend adores Jane, and does everything by way of his mortal power to help her have a sweet and lovely life.
   Ultimately, going on a series of dates, Jane finds the one, and of course, with ART--there is rarely defeatism, unlike real life, where family and friends rip you off due to your cerebral asymmetries.
   Bianca and Jane embrace at the end of the movie, the sisters admitting that they are totally best friends.  For every soul with shapeless people in their lives--this is a much watch movie!!!

The Karate Kid Mr Miyagi Confronts Sensei In Dojo

Mainstream Media & Truth

   
   "Mainstream Media & Truth"
   
   Can you make millions without a few dead bodies (at least metaphorically) residing in cement shoes at the bottom of a river?  Possibly.  However, can you not?
   We get angry at the smallest amounts of iniquity, when the titanic monster is upon us.  We starve the poor, celebrate capitalism and beauty, yet the wilted old man outshines in his humility and everlasting fever for the Almighty.
   All is relative; on the contrary, there are axioms.  The Big Bang, the Multiverse--whether smaller Universes were crafted from the expansion of space to its limitations, like little bubbles popping up on a loaf of bread baked to its capacity, forging other entities, or actually (maybe) having the Creator aspects, igniting our puny Universe, we don't know.  Like Jango Fett proclaimed:  "I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the Universe."  And he was, yet he wasn't.  It's all true, yet fiction haunts, as does non-fiction.
   Angels are fallible.  People are controlled.  God is Good.  What to do?
   Have faith in sublimity.  Know Jude the Obscure is actual reality, yet so full of melancholy and hurt.  Aquinas seeing a vision so grand, he could no longer write again, yet having more script than the million words of Kerouac, some of which he claimed were dictated to him by the Holy Spirit Itself.
   Thus, trust in God.  Trust in true love.  Trust in luminous, magnanimous energy that cannot be destroyed.  Trust in a Man arriving in the Name of Love.  Yet as did His allegorical father (King David) do--sometimes we have to fight and rebuke.  It is all relative; still, axioms reside.  This is our ambiguous journey.  Not sloppy sex and banging a naked woman in a pile of a million dollars, for that fornication will fade, or haunt, as do the benevolent deeds of the esoteric folk humbled by dog-like loyalty.  Yet simplicity is God--in a Fatherly sense of chiseling us through discipline.  
     

Invocation to Saint Joan of Arc

   
   "Invocation to Saint Joan of Arc"
   
   Johnny Carson might say:  "Weird and wild stuff."  But the tradition of the Universal Church will not fade with a whimper into the night, not as long as the mystical knights of Almighty God ride alongside us.  Here's an invocation to Saint Joan of Arc--her Feast Day, May 30th.

   "Most extraordinary soldier, you insistently proclaim "Let God be served first!"  You began by winning many victories and received the plaudits of princes, but then you were given to the enemy and cruelly put to death.  Instill in us the desire to serve God first and perform our earthly tasks with that idea ever in our minds.  Amen."  

Teddy Roosevelt and Pete

   
   "Teddy Roosevelt and Pete"
  
   These tales are antiquated and ambiguous, as is Pete himself.
   Pete was one of Roosevelt's many dogs, for Teddy liked dogs.  If a man doesn't like animals, especially man's best friend, possibly he doesn't like people either.  Don't murderers usually get their start by slaughtering animals?
   Pete was maybe a Bull Terrier.  Too, he tore the pants off of a visiting French Ambassador at the White House.  And supposedly attacked two cops--they might've deserved it.
   Anyway, lore suggests Pete was transported to parts unknown for terrorizing the White House from 1905 to 1908.  So goes the myth and reality of it all.