Saturday, January 28, 2017
Umbrage over watching football
"Umbrage over watching football"
On 1/20/1980 I cried and became as annoyed as an angry baby when Vince Ferragamo and the Rams lost to the Steelers--even though born in Pittsburgh, due to the fact that the Steelers had beaten the Cowboys (my team) twice in the big game; thus, I had no choice but to hope for the Steelers to lose, and that was stupid on my part. Ferragamo played a great game, and as my mother calmly explained: "They get paid tons of money, and they're more unhappy for losing than you."
My biological father, a hardcore Steelers fan, once pulled a bathroom sink out of the wall after the Steelers lost a game, according to my mother. Just don't get pissed if your team loses. Those dudes are filthy rich, and most of us have nothing in comparison. Just enjoy the game, pray that every player does their best with their God-given talents, and eat some cheese dip. That's all you can do.
Friday, January 27, 2017
Extremely pleased with step-dad
"Extremely pleased with step-dad"
I may be an ass, but I'm not a prick--just ask my last wife. Anyway, my step-dad kicked my ass, metaphorically, today--and it was great; specifically, he showed me that he has steel.
You never know. Some people just soldier up. He did--big time. I'd take a bullet for him on this day. Hell, of late--I'd take a bullet on any day.
But I'm extremely pleased with the old man. The cowboy liveth!!! And he's a patriot too.
Pence, and right to life
"Pence, and right to life"
You have to fight for EVERY life, no matter how bad it looks--even genitalic mutilation. Well, maybe I question that; regardless, Pence will speak at the MARCH today, and unmask the Pharisees as did Christ. What were Mary's words: "Do as My Son says."
Unmasking is not bad. It's best to do it to yourself. Twain did it.
People are so concerned about their happiness and they forget that little boys with no arms and legs can praise an unseen God, like fishermen casting their nets below the waters, knowing something is down there, but not exactly where, as they can not see into the seas. We must cast out our nets. Or die with the most and win--in this America.
The Galvanized Gimp (8)
"The Galvanized Gimp (8)"
Though reunited with his family and heavily involved in the Church; specifically, Our Lady of Good Counsel, Dragic was still experiencing Sleep Paralysis. Kathy would rub his shoulders in bed, sing him sweet Psalms of David, and tell him to take walks in the park and focus on the love of a Good God. Dragic did all of these things; nonetheless, from time to time, his sleep patterns were disturbing.
One night, after feeling pinned down, he pulled himself up and went into little Jude's room. The young adolescent was sleeping, a lullaby of love around his neck, the Mother of God on the Miraculous Medal; thus, Dragic felt overwhelmed to touch it, close his eyes, salute Mary, knowing She was full of grace and the Mother of true God and true man--everyone's salvation, if admitted.
Therefore, Dragic knew he was saved by the blood of the lamb and the confession of the mouth; plus, eating the body of life, and his past came back to him with full thunder from on high, igniting him with pure energy, shielding him forever from the neglect of holy inspirations. He truly became a new man, for once were there was darkness--now there was light.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
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