Does Lt. Governor Ron Ramsey Hate Sick People???

  
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   Does Lt. Governor Ron Ramsey Hate Sick People???
  
   In a quixotic nutshell--LIBERTY:  Freedom from emasculating or despotic government.   And the word "Conservative" is a genuine antonym of Liberty, meaning to limit; however, the "Liberals" are no better, politically promising change, yet never re-forging the ghostly resonation of 1776.
  
   More often than wise--Lt. Governor Ron Ramsey has boasted of his oppressive politics to the press; specifically, he has denounced Medical Cannabis in the State of Tennessee, offering up the excuse of ABUSE.  Yet he has not even a fundamental understanding of Cannabis and its medical benefits, nor that receptors for this magnanimous plant reside within human physiology.  King David and his wise son Solomon imported much from non-Hebrew nations in noble attempt to thwart depression and suffering; plus, to promote religious mysticism--David Psalming:  "Wine to make man's heart happy, and herb for the service of man."  Yet no wine in grocery stores in Tennessee; furthermore, no Medical Cannabis for the wilted and weary as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures.
  
   But if Ron Ramsey was wickedly ill, with a bestial disease; next, his tune might change, unless of course he has the constitutional strength of a Buddhist Monk, embracing agony for holy purpose--but I doubt it.  Regardless, let me examine partial aspects of my suffering:  Inflammatory Bowel Disease (Ulcerative Colitis), producing Iron-deficiency anemia and internal and external hemorrhoids; plus, a pulsating Psoriasis in the anal sphincter; moreover, when out of remission--10 to 20 explosive, bloody bowel movements daily, in incontinent fashion, diapers are back in style for me.  Too, feels like my anus has been hellishly scorched by the Magical Trident of Satan Himself; then, when in remission, a modest 5 to 10 torturous bowel movements daily, or maybe a month of sincere, agonizing constipation, shrinking my once 175 pound frame to that of 136 pounds in a mercurial amount of time.  Yup--afraid to eat; afraid to poop, nothing squirting out but a mixture of blood and fecal ruination, further bleeding me anemic and morphing me into a mutated skeleton.  At my worst:  117 pounds, in need of a major blood transfusion, high doses of IV steroids, REMICADE IV (infliximab), ASACOL HD 800 MG 3 times daily, KETOCONAZOLE Cream or APEXICON Cream for a salacious synergy of Fluxing Fungus and Persistent Psoriasis in anal cavity, ANUCORT-HD 25 MG Rectal Suppositories, and more PREDNISONE, which at one point maligned my face into an asymmetrical portrait of vivid acne and blistering boils for nearly a year.  Oh yeah, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder with Tics, further prohibiting me from having any real zest for hunger; specifically, fear of appetite. 
  
   So, I take my LEGAL medicine, suffer, suffer some more, and watch Ron Ramsey continue to fight for Medical Cannabis to never be offered in the Great State of Tennessee, and if he does ever acquiesce--he would only allow if for HIV/AIDS patients, not the majority of sufferers cranked up on Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, Anti-Anxiety Users, and Pain Killing patients.  And even with those drugs, Ron Ramsey wants to monitor you, placing a robotic replica of a spying Uncle Sam in your medicine cabinet.  So, does this guy hate sick people?  Should I go to the street and attempt to purchase cannabis there?  Next, get arrested, sodomized, put on probation, pay court fees, have random drug tests, making the local government's wallet fatter.  So, I don't!  I stay away from the streets in sublime and cautiously keen fashion, praying to Christ that Medical Cannabis might one day soothe anybody, with any condition, in the Great State of Tennessee.  But as long as Ron Ramsey runs the roost--nope!
 
   And yes, there will always be people who abuse their medication--always.  But that should not be my problem.  Do what your physician says, but give him the privilege of offering true solace; otherwise, you are an agent of evil, hating America and the concept of Liberty.   Remember Christ's Words in Red (KJV) Matthew 5:7--it wending:  "Blessed are the merciful:  for they shall obtain mercy."
 
  Too, I heard Ron Ramsey wants to make all females wait 48 hours before able to have an abortion.  What happens when the first girl disfigured by Obsessive Compulsive Disorder freaks out because some disgusting frat boy gets her drunk and takes advantage of her--you think she'll wait 48 hours?  Won't even have to worry about a crazy Doc with a coat hanger at that point--she'll cut the unwanted spawn out of her flesh with Japanese Cutlery; then, of course, the benevolent Nashville Police will incarcerate her for what wasn't her fault.  Yeah, I love Ron Ramsey, and I love living in a Free America.  These modern politicians are attempting to craft a NERF WORLD, or better--Build another Tower of Babel.  All to God's despise . . .
  
   Sincerely, Mark David King

Green Eunuch (Part 8) Virgin Mary's Prayer

  
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   EIGHT:
  
   Within the charitable safety of Francis' star-kissed warehouse sleeps the Patron Saint of All things Ecological along with the K-9 Gubbio; also, Skunkfire, him dreaming brilliantly by way of the soothing, cosmic herb; moreover, Mary is on Her immaculate knees, underneath the shimmering-blue of David's Star, a symmetrical tapestry, it woven by Hebrew ascetics and gifted to Francis.  Therefore, Mary invokes the genetic match that is Her Divine Son, praying:
  
   "Most sublime Son--
   The most potent demi-god, brighter than Terra's yellow Sun,
   I feel so ashamed and wickedly unclean
   Since the blinded Protestants demonize My God-Copulated gleam
   That resulted in 50% of Your genetic physiology;
   Indeed, Your heavenly flesh is My virginal psychology;
   Thus, You refrained from the selfishness of coitus too,
   Mimicking an inviolate Mother, Her being the Salvation of every Jew.
   Verily, You are Messiah--Hebrew spawned,
   Like some mystical poetry that King David lovingly Psalmed;
   Alas, I suffered sanguine tears at Calvary,
   Watching My genes be destroyed by My humanity--
   What is worse, to die, or watch Your only Son perish?
   Don't the confused Protestants know that a Mother's intention is to nourish?
   And You even mystically hint to Me
   That blasphemy against Your face is forgiven, but not against Your matriarchal genealogy.
   Truly, You love this woman, Your adoring Mother,
   And I bathed You in liquid weeping before the holy shroud did cover
   Your Transfiguration into God's Prime Salvation
   That can soothe and mend every Nation
   If they drink Your Blood and digest Your Body,
   Giving Adamkind a sense of decency--never naughty.
   Oh My most magnanimous and only child,
   Assist, Francis, Gubbio, and the Eunuch in freeing Ooba from Hel's wicked/wild,
   Which transcends apostasy,
   For this adventure I do belong
   Alongside humble souls eclipsing a terrible wrong
   That is the hellish pride of people believing themselves sincerely RIGHT
   Though unaware of their brothers' plight,
   For even the Greeks are godly and real,
   Having great mystical appeal,
   Though My favor is upon the Christian,
   Them seeing the best intentions of the Father's benevolent mission;
   Hence, Bless Me, My Son, and make Me worthy
   Of Our Father's Love, like symmetry curvy,
   Encompassing all of every god's creation,
   Sweet on Israel, though beyond that Holy Nation,
   For God reigns supreme in charity,
   Offering the best of blood with Your transubstantiation clarity."
  
   Next, the Holy Mother blessed Herself--in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost!!!

Green Eunuch (Hel Crayon Art)

  
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   This is my crummy attempt at Crayon Art--I'm try'n man!  This is a pic of HEL--the malevolent Nordic goddess.  Her iniquitous character has recently emerged within my ongoing theological fiction known as GREEN EUNUCH.  Thanks to Google Search Engine for displaying superhero sketches and such--I based this on a super-symmetrical pic by Joseph Brewster--he is the real creative genius, not me.  Haven't drawn in over a decade; I'm attempting to forge Crayon Art by way of visually mimicking charcoal (I think) sketches; next, I clumsily add crayon hue to my shaky-handed felt-tipped attempt.  So, check out GREEN EUNUCH as the Virgin Mary, Saint Francis and his pet wolf Gubbio; plus, the Green Eunuch himself (Skunkfire) attempt to free the Moon Ooba (WAAAAY BEYOND THE CREAMY MILKY WAY) from Pandemonium-like lunacy--its hellish region ruled by Hel herself and Fenrir, her wolfy brother.  Be well.
 
   Sincerely, Mark David King
  
  

Green Eunuch (Part 7)

  
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   SEVEN:
  
   The Northern Europeans are pure, symmetrical beauty,
   Blonde, blue-eyed, or red-haired with fern-green eyes, making for many a corporeal cutie;
   Regardless, their mischief starbursts axiomatic for a portion
   In the sense that many follow the folly of distortion
   As it is true with ALL people and their gods--
   Some humble to decency, others prostrate to Loki with devilish nods;
   Alas, Ooba was sincerely a portion of hell,
   And the goddess Hel received an aspect of the miserable very well,
   Deconstructing their physiology in brutal manner
   As she had done with Ham, like a groin blow from Thor's hammer;
   Plus, not only Hel but her brother reigned on Ooba with her too--
   His name Fenrir, an insidious wolf that at the End of 1 Time made Odin turn true blue;
   Anyway, these 2 villains of viciousness were wickedly wise concerning Skunkfire,
   Knowing such a gelded soul could rescue many others from a torturous mire;
   Thus, within an effulgent, diablo-black tower
   Architected with hot oil cannons and demonic weaponry that could wilt the prettiest flower,
   Hel reclined on a serpentine throne of reptilian blood,
   It forever flowing and encased in demonic fecal mud
   That stank of mutated mischief and cruelly chaotic humor,
   Positioned over a motley court of succubus and others afflicted with many a facial tumor.
   Too, Fenrir was hungrily howling at Hel's side,
   Wishing he had been the one that had removed Skunkfire's macho pride,
   For these evil siblings knew they could obstruct the possible salvation on Ooba,
   Keeping the perplexing Moon a true prophecy of a bloody Luna;
   Indeed, Apocalypses and Revelation never quicksand and fatigue;
   Hence, Hel and Fenrir's forever intention was for toxicity to breed,
   Inflicting the death of herbal vegetation and its relaxing prowess,
   Making sobriety, grief, and carnal cravings Ooba's only princess;
   As a result, Hel vociferously announced to her purple/gloomy army
   That the Eunuch, Wolf, and 2 Saints were nothing more than things Christian and swarmy,
   And to eradicate and mutilate these thieves of mischief would serve Ooba best,
   Threatening that not a follower of her intentions would have chaotic rest
   Until the 4some were banished beyond the blaze
   Of the oozing industry that ushered in Ooba's purple haze;
   Moreover, she vocally commanded with a rancorous hiss:
   "Bring me the Eunuch and his friends--don't miss
   Lest I steal your loins and you never kiss
   The nightmarish bliss
   Of oral copulation or juicy and scorching intercourse either,
   Having an eternal carnal fever,
   For I will morph you all into eunuchs yourselves,
   And there are no bodily squirts in the many hells;
   Indeed, life is lived between the legs,
   Producing demonic offspring from spermatozoon dregs
   Of our deviant desires and eternal intentions
   To eclipse the modesty of Saintly confessions!"

Green Eunuch (Virgin Mary Crayon Art)

  
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   MORE GREEN EUNUCH CRAYON ART--(THE VIRGIN MARY)
  
   "GREEN EUNUCH" spins the mystical yarn concerning 2 Saints (Virgin Mary/Saint Francis), a Wolf (Gubbio), and a Bio-Mechanical Eunuch (Skunkfire).  The 4some are on the Moon known as Ooba, waaaaaay beyond the Milky Way, battling within this one of many hells, attempting to thwart some of the pain in the Pits of Pandemonium. 
  
  

Green Eunuch (Part 6)

  
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   SIX:
  
   Milton's hell broke loose,
   Yet this time Franciscans not put in the poetic noose;
   Moreover, archfiends falling upon Mary's azure range
   As Francis, Gubbio, and Skunkfire blazed to save Ham from kinda/sorta mange;
   Furthermore, he was a horny dog in the realm of real life,
   Death spawning him a fluidic soul with a manpiece severed by a demon's knife;
   Alas, Mary outside holding off the Satanic flow
   Of winged hellion wanting Her to know
   That their fiery contagion should ignite fear in Her immaculate heart,
   Yet She swung the icy-blue sword into Ooba's terrain, and a mystic glacier did start
   To coldly rise from whence She struck the angelically-forged blade,
   Encompassing the wicked creatures into Han Solo in carbonite made;
   Indeed, the magical weapon when swung poured forth a freeze
   That would frigidly chill any approaching adversary onto their shaking knees;
   Anyway, once the fallen angels defeated, She too ran inside the hellish apartment complex,
   Finding the eunuch holding hot doggish genitalia with a backwards hex,
   And Francis offering the Body of Christ to a Satanic guard
   While Gubbio tackled another hellspawn hard--
   An alien servant, unable to repent after hearing Francis' quicksilver preach,
   For some souls are beyond the Messiah's sublime reach--
   Meanwhile, Skunkfire connected the loins back onto the baking Ham,
   The pornographic sinner's body feeling noble again like a horned ram;
   Next, the robotic eunuch kenned Ham's soul,
   Telepathically telling him to now take forever control
   Over his lewd and lascivious lusts, following the humility of Christ
   To which Quasi-Kaori leapt from the television screen of Ham's imaginative heist--
   Her, a cloned creation of Kristoff's STORMDANCER
   That entertained him while his punishment plagued him like flesh-eating cancer,
   Though now he would bond with a singular Lady,
   Not stepping out on her scar or warts, nor giving into things pink and shady;
   Hence, Quasi-Kaori and Ham bolted from the incarcerating prison,
   Outpacing the Godly 4some that had dreamed the vision
   Of freeing souls bound to the most mutilating hells
   Brainstormed by the Creator of all that reeks and smells--
   Proving Satan can only torture and monstrously malign for so long
   Before the Abrahamic God consoles with a love song,
   And back outside on their legs and steeds--
   The 4some dashed away as to their wisdom that heeds
   Their inviolate escape, undetected and clean,
   Having been surgically precise in defeating something macabre and mean--
   Verily, Evil Intention always wants souls to suffer
   In order for God to magnetically muster
   COUNTERPOISE--oh, it is the flux of the Multiverse,
   Yet the Good God will triumph, love being His purse--
   Forever and ever, eternity never ends
   Though rebirths conclusions of a Holy God's trends.

Green Eunuch (St. Francis Crayon Art)

  
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   Sincerely, Me . . .

  
   Yes, I know my Crayon Art reminds of Elementary School, but I'm just a poet attempting to forge visual art.  Thank you for your mercy!