Why doesn't Odie talk?

   
   "Why doesn't Odie talk?"
    
   I always loved Garfield as a kid, though Bill the Cat said:  "Real cats don't eat lasagna."  Plus, in Bloom County they were always hunting liberals.  
   Garfield actually lost a little weight, getting more lean as he evolved, and Odie went through a bit of color-changing evolution as well; moreover, read War and Peace, but he doesn't seem to be vociferous in any manner--oh well, at least he always appears to be smiling, and they say werewolves have telepathy; thus, related to Homo Lupus, I guess he just grabs you're attention with loyal love, for dogs work on the reward system.  You can't tough love a dog, or sensitive people, but with the reward system, all those related to canines are forged friendly and benign, but kick a dog, and he'll take a bite out of your snatch.  

An Angel of the Lord

   
   "An Angel of the Lord"
   
   Do they call you General Sherman, having contempt for scorched burning, when like with Lycanthropy, you are fighting for freedom and truth--or was he?
   Living in a sanitized world, purifying perpetually to maintain innocence and benevolence, and when you deny the shrew--she hates you, never to be tamed save by demons, always offering false testimony, yet Daniel admits the LIGHT.
   They, as accusers, are noise, trumpeting in the Illuminati of lies, in order to disrupt your contemplation of celibacy--not a punishment, yet a divine discipline.  They want you to get involved, mix it up, smear a bedazzled babe, light the wick of passion non-pure, yet you see the illumination of persecution, in order to inherit a mansion, with many fathers and mothers; plus, many brothers and sisters, all in a collective mesh of mystical mutual.  And that's why Timothy and me love cool Grandmas.  But they believe thugs pamper her and speak truly, yet Heston knows as the chimp rides the pony, and Soylent Green is to be avoided in fast-food joints, where iniquity is upon the toilet seat, and a washed hand is not enough, save through the grace of opening the door with a wet, sanitized wipe.  
   They lie about you, hunting your negative blood type, dismissing Joan of Arc's voices, as she was, having burned her to not get the DNA of a Saint's truth, when it has been spoken through Twain, never giving a damn about Tom Sawyer, only her, and they salaciously criticize, as they are of the prince of this world.
   Resist not evil--let it touch you, for if you have that portion of God, the light of the Holy Spirit within--when it touches you--it dies, and you are no longer labelled a liar, when their fibs are paramount, in order to obnoxiously accuse, and they are harlots visiting, yet their husbands sustain weirdly, defiled by a besmirched beauty, her not having beauty, but reptilian lips smelling circumstance.  Only the chosen know, and big mouths on the telephone are monkeys throwing poop at the zoo, so mischievous and malnourished by the labors of pure passion, them confessors giving water to the thirsty, and never mocking God with the false realm of reality, knowing . . .

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  

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