Recent Antiquity: Expecting Marry Poppins

   
   "Recent Antiquity:  Expecting Mary Poppins"

   For the disabled and elderly.  Not mouth-flapping uncouth, grilled and gold, with purple hair; plus, nails longer than a wolverine's, possibly housing numerous amounts of bacteria and multi-cultural fungi, blowing someone's nose prone to phenomena.  Umbrellas and songs; moreover, grit and a symmetrical angel.  Guess I'm just not of the day.  A "Place For Mom" sounds like a death sentence.
   On record.  What they did to us.  Years ago, confessing Ninjutsu and Catholicism to stay alive.  
   Nobody forced me.  I sought council with a physician.  But the constant mantras and threats about locking up people, both of us--is devilish on your part, as Christ unmasked, rebuking with savage cool:  "Your father is the devil.  The father of lies and murder!  He was a liar and murderer from the beginning."  Jesus Christ is not cotton candy Mr. Crispy Cream.  
   I can't help reminding people of history.  See you later Confederate Generals.  Now you don't know if that's a good or bad thing.  A jumble of paradoxes.  Some take care, of all.  And shower multiple times daily.