Perfecting the Levites

   
   "Perfecting the Levites"
   
   You know why Jesus never had to wash His hands?  Because they were always clean.  And they were always clean because He washed them.  God Bless Donald J. Trump.  And make Mexico great again.  Yet, we love their holy and hot women.  Men too.  

And, they loathe Catholics

   
   "And, they loathe Catholics"
   
   My mother has been a practicing Catholic for over 75 years, as were her ancestors.  I was in line for it; next, taken to Southern Baptist School--it wasn't all bad, for my mother would tongue-lash them when they spoke naughty concerning us or the Virgin Mother.  Ultimately, she put me in the right place.  Catholic school transcends military school.  You can't flog the bishop.  A Priest has a more serious mind than a soldier--them always thinking with their little heads.
   Anyway, here are some of the words I heard from my pseudo-family, making sure I never became a simple laymen even, attempting to sow doubt--they are no friends of the Catholic Church.

1.)  Brother's wife, the Debutante, though doesn't look like Paris Hilton, and that says something about the falsehood of Natural Selection--for how do asymmetrical-looking people find a willing partner to copulate with?  Her words:  "Maybe God is real, but the Catholics are wrong."  Her friend and former instructor--a Mason.  Not even Jack Kennedy liked the Masons.

2.)  My Brother--his words:  "Why don't they just castrate Priests.  The Virgin Mary is a witch.  King David is full of shit.  I don't like Saint Paul.  Jesus never said He was the Son of God."  Is that trying to give false illusion to a disabled man?  Yup.

3.)  My step-father:  "Saint Joseph was having intercourse with the Virgin Mary."  And imagine the rest I've lived with.  He yelled at a Priest for having the light on the Virgin Mary and not the American Flag.  Mama don't like that.

   Of course there's plenty more.  People have said:  "Jesus saves--ya right.  Jesus saves what?"  My mother was very hurt all those years ago when they boasted such things.  Naughty people.  

A sincere cruise with my mother

Taking Mom out on Christmas Eve

Coydog Chalcedony--Pouvez-vous m'aider?

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony--Pouvez-vous m'aider?"
   
   Hamish thought:  "I'm an asshole."  He knew damn well his duty, even as a man, to assist the lass that knew the secrets.  Did it for the money.  What was coming to them if they strapped on the boots in metaphorical ice.  And Rasputin floated back to the top of the water, curious.  Is his Priest that gallant?
   Poste de police was seemingly knee deep, or handed out to.  Quand arrivons nous?  Sanctuary.  Was it all a false hope?  Hamish knew that was false testimony, in order to get the goods.  To make themselves look good, sowing illusion.  Dick Tracy is dead, or does his ghost haunt?
   Hamish dropped his head, gave Cody a stroke of love; next, knew:  For evil to prevail, all it takes is for a good man to do nothing.  The Chinese have sublime proverbs too, here and there.  

Starsky

Coydog Chalcedony--Rufus Healing

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony--Rufus Healing"
   
   Hamish eating a hot dog on flax seed bun, and in an organic market, where dogs were allowed, and he remembered when he almost died, thinking of those needing to know fear of God, yet he also saw his flaws in that, for there are always the less pious and more productive, if that productivity produces fruit for a dog named Rufus, living in suburbia, and feasting upon the family of humans,well, at least their kindness.  Next, with Cody at the table, a small, pixie-like-man with a red hat approached, and the conversation become electric babble.

PIXIE-LIKE-MAN
Always wanted to be a Brownie; they have a high tolerance for beer.  Never can pick when you cross over, or are you recruited, or is sowing and reaping the factor?

HAMISH
Oh hell, everybody deserves a second chance, even the not-so-nice guy.  Don't you Pixie's know--we give a damn too.

PIXIE-LIKE-MAN
Caring for a dog is one thing, caring for a human is another.

HAMISH
A man's fortitude is his labor, and well-earned, if he allows himself.  I may not be a Jedi Knight, but a smuggler of silence.  So, shut your face.

PIXIE-LIKE-MAN
And I thought all the locals were nice.

HAMISH
I'm from Oregon.  Like Billy Jack Haynes.