"Robin Hood Cream Ale"
"Ye men of adventure, I am calling your name." Those were the words tattooed on my first can of Pittsburgh steel beer, drank in the Dirty South of Arkansas. And only enlisted Navy men and dockworkers should have tattoos, kids--in my dumb ass opinion.
It was Holland, Gibbs, and myself. I was fifteen. Collected beer cans back in the 70's. Found plenty of full ones in the Pittsburgh jungle. Years later, Holland said we should refrigerate it and drink it. We did.
Holland and myself split the pint. Gibbs just drank the froth; thus, his name from that moment on was always: Froth Man.
"MATTHEW 10:34-36"
Keep reading this passage--it gets more hardcore, theologically and truthfully.
34) Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.
35) For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.
36) A man's foes shall be of his own household.
"Coyoting Jokes"
Like the wily, humorous coyote, always chasing God, second unto the Great Spirit, and having stole fire from the gods to craft life--I will showcase OPP. Here we go:
DENNIS MILLER
I want Air Marshals, for if a guy sits next to me on a plane and looks like Jeff Goldblum on a three day meth bender, something is wrong.
What's the difference between Tom Brady and Chuck Schumer? Tom Brady is a patriot and a winner.
CONAN O'BRIEN
If your favorite movie is the APPLE DUMPLING GANG; next, you know you have problems.
DAVID LETTERMAN
If the Navy Seals weren't able to get bin Laden, the President was gonna send in the Jersey Boys.
ARCHIE BUNKER
Jesus isn't really Jewish. Well, on His Mother's side.
"Prison Planet; plus, a Serb (1)"
Dusan was an older man. Arctic blue eyes, a balding, symmetrical cranium with silver hair on the sides of his head, a build like Tebow from lifting steel in Pittsburgh, and a habit of protecting his neurology with charcoal-filtered cigarettes. It was 1950, Steel City, and he was a gorgeous man.
Dusan had a fourth grade education; however, was fluent in all the Slavic languages; moreover, knew education was enslavement. Party--a four year vacation, joining Hellenistic frats, and the art of deception, meaning you become deceived. Money, a distraction. Phony education, a distraction.
Keep you in a state of anxiety, unless you follow the system and the prince of this world. Seeking the flesh, ignoring the spirit, and having attachments that make you weak, like women. Hell, look what a woman did to James Joyce, but in the end, it made him stronger and a great confessor; thus, God tests the just man, just as Dusan tested his steel.
It's who you know. It's how much money or corporeal favors you give them. It's bologna. For you must remember where you came from. That light. Counterpoise--a father and a mother. That's true balance. Yet the Second Law of Thermodynamics, and the Father and Mother infuse their child with both sides of their knowledge; next, stellar evolution ceases, for the star is perfection personified.
Dusan kept lifting steel.
"Five Haldol A Day, Rand, & Sheriff"
Curious. Boy, give her five Haldol a day. Doctor Edwards diagnosed her with Alzheimer's Stage Four many years ago, ya--five Haldol a day, to kill dementia patients. The info age. Like Blake lived in the Age of Enlightenment; regardless, it was malicious and murder. Hey Monica, ya fat ass, fat girls stick together, if thugs don't write your plan, you put Mom into a death facility. And I can't pray for Mom, or speak to her? Can't bring Priests over and giver her the Eucharist? Just five Haldol a day, and keep her in the black? My step-dad saying, "Don't talk to her; you totally can't get through to her demented brain." He wants to live his life and be free, even though he took an oath--in utter sickness and hopeful health. My Mom worked for the Rand Corporation, a higher level of FBI investigation and knowledge than any other, and she never broke her oath.
They torment her with thug-like pseudo-caretakers that don't understand the Queen's English. They don't ask you a question, but they "axe" you a question. No teeth. Grills. Dope use. And the Sheriff lets them get away with it.
I never threatened. I only said I would use my magic. An allegory. Like this: Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! Why can't I chant a Saint's name, but they can lock her in a dark room, and utterly neglect her--curious?
Based on an intruders lack of the Queen's English, they can put her in a home. Why? She lives for six years, diagnosed, falsely with Alzheimer's Stage Four, and the physicians said: "The feeding tube is coming." They've been saying it for four years--where is it? And they cut off physical therapy two years ago. Why? Cause they had her dead, yet she still breathes life, and laughs.
Phony doctors, and false testimony, because they don't want to deal. They don't want to wash, brush, bathe, love, pray over, and enjoy a living soul. Euthanasia is their tactic. Good for them, Sheriff, ya milkweed. Why would you not look at my videos, but look at my brothers--the filthy rich man? Got you in his pocket? And you kill a woman, allegorically, at least. Love ya some Jesus, Bubba Cheese.
