Mirror of Justice

   
   "Mirror of Justice"
   
   In the LITANY OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN, we hear and invoke Her as the Mirror of Justice, like art depicting Her as the Moon, perpetually reflecting Her Son--Her loving and adoring Him like no other, as should we.
   So, when they look upon you with death and skulls, reflect it back onto them, adoring the Queen of Confessors, the Queen of Angels, the Tower of Ivory, for every soul has a right to choose Her Son, the Living Christ.
   And to further press onward, mentioning the original title of Darwin's mere theory:  On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life.  Still, we don't know what lurked in Darwin's heart.  We can't even cure the common cold.  We can't read the mind of dogs, but possibly, they can read ours.
   The late Christopher Hitchens, sometimes writing for Vanity Fair magazine, once boldly proclaimed:  "There is only one Race--the Human Race, for there are no different species of human." 
   We simply don't know save the true mystic, and even then--there are questions.  All we can do is absorb the sublimity of beauty in all things, even ugliness.  That is our duty as human beings.  

OCD versus being anal

   
   "OCD versus being anal"
   
They laugh and say they have OCD,
Making fun of your asymmetries like non-benevolent fairies under a mystic tree;
Regardless, because you merely align,
Does not mean that you have a condition that does perniciously malign.

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   Imagine involuntary and intrusive images.  A history of things you thought you did, but didn't.  A perpetual feeling of Catholic or Jewish guilt.  Beings from the Otherworld paying you visitations.
   Yes, we're clean.  Like Tobias, washing everyday and burying the dead, before Saint Raphael and the dog got him along on his journey.  A sneeze can travel very far.  Door handles and money are dirty; alas, the false images--or are they real?  Borderline psychosis?  
   Rituals, repetition, perpetual prayer, and infatuation with these possible mystical things.  But they make fun, thinking you just chase dust bunnies and purchase anal cream on a consistent basis.  
   Okay, that's fine.  But believe me--you don't want real OCD, especially with tics.  Whether this is coming from the medial temporal lobe or actual spiritual intervention--nobody really knows.  Yup, anti-psychotics can be like unto scientific exorcisms.  King David knowing humanity is almost as strong as angelity.  Every single day is a war.  Did I murder that guy they're talking about on television, for he looks familiar?  Did I run over somebody while driving?  And they still laugh at patients; next, go home and become wankers to their Bush League College Girls doing porn to empower themselves in a modern world.  Whatever.  It's all in the reflexes baby.  

Hues, Herbs; moreover, the Almighty

   
   "Hues, Herbs; moreover, the Almighty"
  
A 2nd colonoscopy showcased COMPLETE inflammation and ulceration of the large intestine--
Near death, without blood, a man's face with no lies, suffering is rarely clandestine;
Moreover, after alkaloid compounds in my suffering system,
The 3rd colonoscopy was disturbed, for nearly no inflammation in my bowel-like position;
Next, medicine thieved away, cause even the mighty soldier suffers addiction like a hungry tool;
Hence, my 4th colonoscopy displayed a polyp; plus, many centimeters of an active colitis ghoul;
Still, I did not seek a horse's solace from the street,
Forsaking any chance at addiction; plus, weary of the fuzz or the politically-controlled heat.
Therefore, we must use glowing colors and hues
To heal our corporeal anguish and blues,
Yet blue is communicative and can cool a body's nation; 
Moreover, green works with vibrant gyration;
Also, talk to God; indeed, talk to the Heavenly Family and Him, God--
Give the Almighty a faith-fueled nod.  

Arrogance, Humility; plus, Redemption

   
  
 "Arrogance, Humility; plus, Redemption"

   Went to Mass today, imbibing the Holy Eucharist.  The Priest spoke on arrogance and humility, saying:  "No one likes an arrogant soul."  Yet is that true, in this America?
   The famous in Hollywood and physicians speak of the heart taking blood for itself before offering it to the other organs.  Yet the Saints beg to differ.  Christ telling Papa:  "Father, if Thou be willing, remove this cup from Me; nevertheless, not My will, but Thine be done."  And salvation arriveth for the fools for Christ, such as Saint Francis dubbed himself.
   Verily, arrogance and pride are in high demand.  For their bigger milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard--better than yours.  And next:  they win a musical award or plaudits from earthly princes.
   Confidence, what?  Who is to be confident in anything save God?  Did you forge yourself into existence?
   But when arrogance is blasted due to the fibs of folly, we emasculate people, such as Johnny Manziel.  Yet, with all men--there is REDEMPTION!
   Only the Third Eye can see such things, glowing indigo, and sometimes with righteous shame, further chiseling an attitude of humility.  Did you not steal my sister's heart into your viper's den of demons?  Does a physician pride himself on brains, when antibiotics and anti-depressants are over-prescribed?  Furthermore, these men of medicine are one of the largest contributors to death, yet King David's ode to medical and benign herb gets you sodomized in the supposedly greatest country on Earth--so our pride claims.  
   But again:  there is always redemption, seen by such men as Twain, writing out of anger, yet finding humility, and getting to know Saint Joan, forgiving the sometimes tempting fairies under the tree.  We must bleed for others, lest Christ will not bleed for us.  And as He kinda/sorta and truly mentioned:  "You do not want to meet the Father without Me!"

Shmoo--quick facts

   
   "Shmoo--quick facts"
   
Architect:  Cartoonist, Al Capp.

Abilities:  

1.)  Lays eggs; plus, bottles of Grade A Milk.

2.)  Will gladly die for owner, morphing itself into a yummy steak.

3.)  Whiskers work better than toothpicks.

4.)  Produces offspring with more mercury than the average hare.  

5.)  Shmoos are too sublime for the purpose of humanity.  

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.