Laugh--Be Yourself, unless . . .

   
   "Laugh--Be Yourself, unless . . ."
   
   There is nothing wrong with being in your fabulous forties and watching Scooby-Doo; moreover, there is nothing wrong with wearing a cape or Frodo-like cloak to the grocery store, saying to the hot check-out girl:  "My name is Lando Calrissian--I'm the administrator of this facility."  As long as you're nice.
   If you try to screw, trick, besmirch, or offer false testimony, God will stir up the Holy Spirit in the Prophet Daniel, and you will be cut in half.  Karma can be a sum bitch--as they say in the American South, for She is the Sum of ALL Bitches.
   So, if watching and reading Westerns with John Wayne is cool to you, and he gets shot in the leg in every movie; next, watch John Wayne, and ENJOY.  
   Don't think being empowered is being a pervert.  Being empowered is obeying the true Law, and following Christ's Beatitudes.  Make yourself like unto little children and simply believe.  You don't want to die of jock itch like Captain Hook.  
   And don't feel guilty if you are Catholic, for the Blessed Virgin Mary always points to Her Son on the Cross; thus, have no guilt if you are His little brother or sister.  He loves you.  So does the Virgin Mother.
   Just laugh and be yourself, unless you want to hurt people; then, yours is darkness, but the light cometh, and the darkness comprehends it not.  

Lando Calrissian & LA Dodgers

   
   "Lando Calrissian & LA Dodgers"
   
   Lando Calrissian and the Mindharp of Sharu is a 1983 book, speaking to a con man getting conned himself; specifically, during a sabacc game, Lando is convinced to go on an intrepid adventure for mystical crystals, armed only with stale cigarettes, a few fresh cigars; plus, a five-tentacled droid dubbed Vuffi Raa, who reminds me of a vacuum cleaner with consciousness, and a conscience, for the droid is always pleasantly proper and kind to Lando, calling him Master, and Lando returns his kindness, instructing the droid:  "Call me Lando."  If you like Kenny Rogers music, or his rotisserie chicken--this is for you!
   Also, the LA Dodgers are showcasing their muscular potency, having an awesome win over San Diego yesterday--here's the score:

PADRES:  3

DODGERS:  14  

Monk Intro

The Plastic Man Comedy Adventure Show

   
   "The Plastic Man Comedy Adventure Show"
   
   Airing on the ABC Network from 1979 to 1981, before being broadcast in daily syndication during 1984, when I watched it, this was a fantastic and hilarious show, even showcasing a real life Plastic Man at times.
   Plastic Man hung out with a cool chick named Penny, and had a sidekick dubbed Hula Hula; plus, there were other shows that tagged along, such as RICKETY ROCKET; also, FANGFACE and FANGPUSS.  "Rickety Rocket--blast off!"
   I would watch it in 1984 daily, when arriving home from Holy Souls School, and would eat cheese dip.  Sometimes I'd even have a SPRITE mixed with a splash of cranberry juice over some ice.
   Unfortunately, I had to grow old, but the pimples cleared up till the Docs put me on heavy doses of steroids; then, I walked around in my late twenties always popping those suckers.
   Oh well, maybe I'll find a way to see Plastic Man again, and I always loved his funny flirtations with his boss, the Chief.  Some memories are fireproof, and should stay that way.       

Tangerine Ascendancy (2)

   
   "Tangerine Ascendancy (2)"
   
   Blaine was sleeping in his box; next, Christ came upon him, like a Spirit leading to the top of Mount Hermon, saying:  "Pick up your box and walk dude."
   Indeed, the Son of David knew--the box had owned him, yet now he would own the box.  Blaine did so, and respecting Schwarzenegger in Predator, especially, the "Body" Ventura--he toughly voiced:  "Payback time."
   G. Gordon Liddy says:  "Make your fears afraid of you."  And he is no bald-headed faggot, for fairies are divine if respected, and bald is beautiful, as did Joseph the Dreamer, in his fanatical fancy shave his head to fabulously fit in, yet cast out, even though thrown in creek-water, like a country music ballad gone bad, yet benign, for he liveth again, against the determination of darkness, for the light cometh, and the darkness comprehend it not--Saint John the Eagle.
   Blaine told Swede in produce:  "Hell boy--every night is Nazi night, and I just wanna watch Sasquatch invade London."
   Swede was like:  "Fred in Scooby-Doo is a real blonde, and I respect his lesser genes founded first--do ya get me, like a Nazarene?"
   Blaine with a buzz cut of brown said:  "I don't care, as long as I got mint chaw sold by the Japanese, them knowing the secrets of a shinobi, and not facing a samurai's covered face--holy crap--they're like Jack Lambert with a full face-mask, and I'm a little free-safety leading with my helmet.  Was all county in gremlin football."
   Swede with:  "Just don't put water on it, unless it is from the well of Christ, or as Tesla liked it--distilled."
   Blaine agreed, and got a wooden bokken, hoping he'd never have to screw a hybrid up the buttocks with it, but maybe--karma is a bitch, and the blues clues.   

Son of David Lives Forever

   
   "Son of David Lives Forever"
   
   Saint Joseph, a man of silence--not one bit of his vociferousness is recorded in the Gospels, yet loud in defense; specifically, chaste guardian of the Virgin, protector of Holy Church, terror of demons . . .
   This is an older man, a widower with children of his own, and it was Saint Irenaeus, beyond this wise/fool's comprehension, who said:  "Just as there are Four Winds; then, so shall there be Four Gospels."  Of course--there were many more.  Rome and Israel having a plethora of Good News, as well as other places--even Chief Mojo Rising speaks of the Great Spirit, and the Coyote birthing man, second unto the Great Spirit, unmasking, as Christ did to the Pharisees, saying:  "Your father is the devil--the father of lies and murder--he was a liar and murderer from the beginning."  And Christ whipped some dudes too, as goes the way of the SOURCE of ALL consolation.  He died and rose for YOU, not me or your beer-drinking buddies, but you and you alone, in a sense of relativity, and only His Mother and John the Eagle had the brave of Northern Europe.     
   Did Patton unearth the Spear of Destiny under Adolph's bed?  The Iraq War executed only to uncover Solomon's Ring?  58,00 dead in Vietnam.  Poor black kids from the ghetto, and non-college white boys living in Kerouac's slums.  What bullshit.  Yet the supposed adversary transcended with pure spirit.  
   Saint Joseph is a mystery.  Saint Joseph has been raped by Martin Luther.  Saint Joseph was the Son of David, and a pedagogue and ear-puller to the Son of Man--true God/true man, born of an immaculate Mother.  He took no prisoners, and fought the Sith.  Them, more machine than man, yet droids can be nice--if they know their place, but--can we control them?  Trust only in the fluxing Holy Spirit.  And as Christ said:  "God is Spirit; hence, when you pray--pray in Spirit."     

   

   
 

Mother of God: Mary

   
   "Mother of God:  Mary"
   
   And it is hidden, yet written of Jesus:  "Whoever rejects My Mother--he rejects Me."
   It is not the fault of Martin Luther, for he believed that pencils had erasers, yet the stone-forged Word of God is eternal, and God is not limited to the Bible.  If you think of the Virgin Mother; next, become aroused, as many Protestants do--you have an Oedipus Complex, and need the bullwhip of Christ to cool your dual exhaust.  For as the Virgin Mother knew:  "Do not be of two minds."
   There is no Son without the Mother, formed by the Holy Spirit in Her Inviolate Womb, not Martin Luther's dirty womb, for he had no womb, but great flatulence--flatus expelled through the anus; moreover, Saint Gabriel never spoke to him.  
   She is the Greatest Disciple, and even the Koran holds Her up.  As does Genesis, Her stepping on the adder before Saint Michael had a chance to demonically detoxify.
   Your candle was lit, way back yonder, as King Solomon knew in his automatic writing.  And King David, his biological father, wrote and fought from the heart--pure heart--a man after God's Own Heart.
   What do they sing about Christ during the celebration of Saint Joseph's silence:  "The Son of David lives forever!!!"
   But what are we, without our mothers pointing us to God?