Monday, January 22, 2018
Pap Pap
"Pap Pap"
What a nice, strong man I know. Loved everyone; thus, they took advantage of his kindness, but as a Serbian, he could snap, and he did--hanging his boss out the window of a 3 story building--good for him.
He like the charcoal filter, never looked like Senator Palpatine, loved Tesla and said Edison was a phony and that Carnegie was a crook, even though he himself was from Pittsburgh.
His Dad's name was Dragan, and he could do advance acrobatics, being Serbian born. One time at the hospital a naughty nurse asked Pap to squeeze her hand as hard as he could. He did; next, she dropped to the floor.
But what made him so courageous was that he lived with a German wife for over fifty years. Once he was choking on a pork chop; next, that German wife of his hit him on the back and the chop went flying; however, he was knocked to the ground. When he turned back around, he had his fist aimed at that German wife--can you blame him?
Oh well, what a time back up North in the days of old, and indeed, some of us were constructed for Arctic environments; anyway, back then--it was a Free Country. Remember that. Remember when people used to say: "Hey man--it's a Free Country."
All you hear now is bullshit. And if the phony doctors are so great, why is age expectancy down? Totally, the Patriots don't listen to anything but Our Lady of Victory--in a way.
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Saints preserve us
"Saints preserve us"
Drinking lager, step-dad on the heavy spirits, as it strangely goes; next, him Protestant (Southern Baptist), and me a cafeteria Catholic, a halfway decent Catholic, and even while Sean Hannity doesn't totally gel with the Vicar of Christ on EVERY matter, we all have infused instinct; nevertheless, while a Southern Baptist is big on Old Testament heroes, he doesn't invoke the sublimity of Saints--yes, invoke them, not totally pray to them, yet invoke them to pray for you or a friend or adversary even.
My step-daddy taught me partial perfect and plenty, like that every high-flying flagpole has a luminous angel; thus, I returned the favor, silently instructing--if you're ever made to feel funkalicious by freaky though fancy daydreams, just lift your head to the Blue or Moonlit Heavens; then, say: "Saints preserve us."
History. Just look at that of Saint Joan of Arc or Saint Francis. Freaking guy had a pet wolf. It gets really weird, yet was true in documentation. So say: "Saints preserve us."
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Angels and Instincts
"Angels and Instincts"
How they attempt to thwart true love, stealing it away in their nasty images. A boy in love with a blonde girl, yet his not-so-nice stalker interfered with perfect symmetry; next, caged and controlled him, and he repented with hammers and baptized himself in fire, never once lusting, yet loving a portion given to him by God, and he knows it, never wanting anymore.
Or how they hated a nice lady's baby in her womb, plotting to divide her purse among themselves, and she loved him--yes, she loved him, before being sold, as nasty folks can't stand to witness true love.
Remember your innocence--unicorns, puppies, and even Ralph Malph. How you wanted to be a sailor, not a smug officer, just wearing the white hat on open waters, sailing to Thule, Greenland, having a grappling hook and a parrot since they tell you wookiees don't exist.
So if an angel smiles at you, it's because they know you are true-blue, in a sense, and love can be as simple as a smile, giving you peace from everlasting to everlasting. And never let them tell you Yahshua doesn't save or can't do what He promised, for again, they attempt to steal you away from the totality of love. As King David prayed: "God, make me as white as snow."
And as they sing of Saint Joseph and Yahshua: "The Son of David lives forever."
How wonderful that Solomon reminded us of the girl in our youth, the one whose bosom will entertain us all of our days, and not the invaders with painted-eyes and a man in every harbor. Naughty naughty. And Mama don't like that.
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