Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Cowboys and Indians
"Cowboys and Indians"
A guy told me: "Bon Jovi is no cowboy--dude is from New Jersey." I always kinda liked him; moreover, adored the Indians, especially Apache Chief on SUPERFRIENDS. The American Indian is forgotten, and he possesses some of the best cures. More than most of us, he and she deserve reverence. Their empirical accounts of wildlife transcends ALL in the Americas; plus, they have great hair and don't have furry wolfman beards. Always keep some turquoise around, as they most recently have instructed, and wisely.
Movies now are fashioned in the direction of bio-mechanical things, and the Amazon robot or man can enter your house upon deliveries. What the hell happened to Fonzie? Was all this shit going on when he flew through the airwaves?
Maybe the 1950's were just a bogus illusion, and people were actually nasty. Yet power seemed controlled then, as it is with the heavenly hue of burgundy.
Country Music needs more COUNTRY. More rednecks, not in party dresses and heels, but cut-offs and cowboy boots with hats and rhinestones--in my opinion.
And as for rock and roll in the 1980's--I always knew the news was Bravo Sierra, or that reporters are mostly lazy drunks, yet 80's rock proved trustworthy, in some cases.
And without Johnny Carson--there is no late night anymore. So some say. Me too.
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."
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