It's Gelled Baby

   
   "It's Gelled Baby"
   
   The Fates, the Norns, the Godhead, whatever.  Easter is a pagan holiday--whatever.  As Riddick knew:  "If you kill something--you own it."  Perhaps this is true, in some cases.
   We have the thunder god Thor hunting the World Serpent as Saint Michael fights the rebellious adder.  Balder, who some say had the Rune "Dagaz" (LIGHT) tattooed on his tongue, him getting killed by the adversary, yet rising with a fresh, new Earth.  Odin the All Father, and we say the "Our Father" as Christ commanded, Him knowing God already knows all of our thoughts, which the Koran concludes as well.  
   Christ says to persevere to the end, and the Valkyries take you up to Valhalla due to perpetual bravery--blonde angel types.  And what angel is not blonde; plus, ever see an angel with a beard?  As the late, great Bishop Sheen humorously said:  "You get into Heaven with a clean shave."  I guess they don't allow hippies.  And Jesus was no hippie.  But they've made him a Marxist, pneumatic, black, a liberal, and a wimp--when He is none of those things, but only Our Salvation.  

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Laugh--Be Yourself, unless . . .

   
   "Laugh--Be Yourself, unless . . ."
   
   There is nothing wrong with being in your fabulous forties and watching Scooby-Doo; moreover, there is nothing wrong with wearing a cape or Frodo-like cloak to the grocery store, saying to the hot check-out girl:  "My name is Lando Calrissian--I'm the administrator of this facility."  As long as you're nice.
   If you try to screw, trick, besmirch, or offer false testimony, God will stir up the Holy Spirit in the Prophet Daniel, and you will be cut in half.  Karma can be a sum bitch--as they say in the American South, for She is the Sum of ALL Bitches.
   So, if watching and reading Westerns with John Wayne is cool to you, and he gets shot in the leg in every movie; next, watch John Wayne, and ENJOY.  
   Don't think being empowered is being a pervert.  Being empowered is obeying the true Law, and following Christ's Beatitudes.  Make yourself like unto little children and simply believe.  You don't want to die of jock itch like Captain Hook.  
   And don't feel guilty if you are Catholic, for the Blessed Virgin Mary always points to Her Son on the Cross; thus, have no guilt if you are His little brother or sister.  He loves you.  So does the Virgin Mother.
   Just laugh and be yourself, unless you want to hurt people; then, yours is darkness, but the light cometh, and the darkness comprehends it not.  

Lando Calrissian & LA Dodgers

   
   "Lando Calrissian & LA Dodgers"
   
   Lando Calrissian and the Mindharp of Sharu is a 1983 book, speaking to a con man getting conned himself; specifically, during a sabacc game, Lando is convinced to go on an intrepid adventure for mystical crystals, armed only with stale cigarettes, a few fresh cigars; plus, a five-tentacled droid dubbed Vuffi Raa, who reminds me of a vacuum cleaner with consciousness, and a conscience, for the droid is always pleasantly proper and kind to Lando, calling him Master, and Lando returns his kindness, instructing the droid:  "Call me Lando."  If you like Kenny Rogers music, or his rotisserie chicken--this is for you!
   Also, the LA Dodgers are showcasing their muscular potency, having an awesome win over San Diego yesterday--here's the score:

PADRES:  3

DODGERS:  14  

Monk Intro

The Plastic Man Comedy Adventure Show

   
   "The Plastic Man Comedy Adventure Show"
   
   Airing on the ABC Network from 1979 to 1981, before being broadcast in daily syndication during 1984, when I watched it, this was a fantastic and hilarious show, even showcasing a real life Plastic Man at times.
   Plastic Man hung out with a cool chick named Penny, and had a sidekick dubbed Hula Hula; plus, there were other shows that tagged along, such as RICKETY ROCKET; also, FANGFACE and FANGPUSS.  "Rickety Rocket--blast off!"
   I would watch it in 1984 daily, when arriving home from Holy Souls School, and would eat cheese dip.  Sometimes I'd even have a SPRITE mixed with a splash of cranberry juice over some ice.
   Unfortunately, I had to grow old, but the pimples cleared up till the Docs put me on heavy doses of steroids; then, I walked around in my late twenties always popping those suckers.
   Oh well, maybe I'll find a way to see Plastic Man again, and I always loved his funny flirtations with his boss, the Chief.  Some memories are fireproof, and should stay that way.       

Tangerine Ascendancy (2)

   
   "Tangerine Ascendancy (2)"
   
   Blaine was sleeping in his box; next, Christ came upon him, like a Spirit leading to the top of Mount Hermon, saying:  "Pick up your box and walk dude."
   Indeed, the Son of David knew--the box had owned him, yet now he would own the box.  Blaine did so, and respecting Schwarzenegger in Predator, especially, the "Body" Ventura--he toughly voiced:  "Payback time."
   G. Gordon Liddy says:  "Make your fears afraid of you."  And he is no bald-headed faggot, for fairies are divine if respected, and bald is beautiful, as did Joseph the Dreamer, in his fanatical fancy shave his head to fabulously fit in, yet cast out, even though thrown in creek-water, like a country music ballad gone bad, yet benign, for he liveth again, against the determination of darkness, for the light cometh, and the darkness comprehend it not--Saint John the Eagle.
   Blaine told Swede in produce:  "Hell boy--every night is Nazi night, and I just wanna watch Sasquatch invade London."
   Swede was like:  "Fred in Scooby-Doo is a real blonde, and I respect his lesser genes founded first--do ya get me, like a Nazarene?"
   Blaine with a buzz cut of brown said:  "I don't care, as long as I got mint chaw sold by the Japanese, them knowing the secrets of a shinobi, and not facing a samurai's covered face--holy crap--they're like Jack Lambert with a full face-mask, and I'm a little free-safety leading with my helmet.  Was all county in gremlin football."
   Swede with:  "Just don't put water on it, unless it is from the well of Christ, or as Tesla liked it--distilled."
   Blaine agreed, and got a wooden bokken, hoping he'd never have to screw a hybrid up the buttocks with it, but maybe--karma is a bitch, and the blues clues.