Honor Conception Today; plus, Blood Is The Battery

   
   "Honor Conception Today; plus, Blood Is The Battery"
  
   We are charged by our blood.  Messiah says:  "The blood is the life."  Electricity, in enough ways, conducting copper, and if anyone says you're anemic, make sure they see the whole picture with the iron.  Enough already.
   Honor your mother as best you can.  If it's in the trenches; next, a smoke among the Arctic temperatures to fuel your labors--do it.  Sure there is legalism; however, truth outshines, and your place is where your heart is, reflecting others, and doing penance before going to Confession, cause that's how a country girl rolls, in sawed-off shorts, and always, acting humbly by having a heart that sees its treasure in truth.  And they're not Yahshua, not nearly.  Some close, but most . . .
   Just stay in loyal league with your magnanimous kin.  And pray without ceasing, always having the Spirit in your mostly obedient actions; nevertheless, sometimes Passion is perfectly pure, especially in an Angel of Great Counsel; specifically, JESUS.  

Coyote and Badger

   
   "Coyote and Badger"
  
   An innocent and loving woman is with child today.  A Queen of Peace.
   So, Mr. Coyote comes romping in, a bit clumsily, and Miss Badger is happy to see him.  The coyote doesn't try to bite her, for his father told him it was a bad idea.  And Mr. Coyote helps her get food.  Even though sometimes--he gets the food.
   Miss Badger knows--it's a fantastic friendship.  You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours, or however.  Two different types of non-cuddly creatures, both great in their own right, having a synergy of sublime survival.  What a wonderful day to be alive for Mr. Coyote and Miss Badger.  

American Badger versus Wolverine

   
   "American Badger versus Wolverine"

   I'm coyoting much of this info; however, every student needs an honest teacher--are you honest?
   The American Badger and Wolverine only have one weakness among them, which is gluttony; on the contrary, all else was given by God for survival, and to show the larger predators that the "Little Guy" can be a real spunky bastard.
   An American Badger's teeth are not as long as the Wolverine's, nor do they possess the most monstrous molars, as does the Wolverine.  And while the Wolverine's claws are fixed but semi-retractable, the American Badger's claws are a little less; moreover, they both have tough hides, and maybe the American Badger's hide is a little tougher; plus, the American Badger has some blood immunity.
   Both of these ferocious animals will fight to the death, especially the Badger.  The Badger will always fight to the death.  A Wolverine will kill you through suffocation.  One killed a Polar Bear by locking its jaws around the colossal mammal's throat.  The Badger goes for the genitalia, disfiguring it with bites and lashes.  
   So, who would win in a fight between the American Badger and Wolverine?  Never can tell.  And we shouldn't find out.  For these little but fiery animals have already been put to the test.
   Just know Big Wolves, that making an attempt to kill a little badger digging a burrow will not go as expected.  You may kill and devour the little guy or girl, after hours and hours of battle, but you'll never be the same afterwards--if you live to howl about it.  And hell, I love wolves.  Coyotes are just wise enough to make friends with the badger, mostly.  

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Where did the coyote go?

   
   "Where did the coyote go?"
   
   Canis latrans, or sumth'n--nobody exactly knows nowadays.  Every minute in the United States an old school coyote is killed; next, ten take his or her place.  Yet as the ultimate survivor, and friend of the badger, the coyote interbreeds with wolves, dogs, maybe more; thus, is it exactly even a coyote anymore?  Moreover, are wolves, through the genetic manipulation of the coyote, gonna be re-introduced back into the American Southwest?  Never can tell--a truck driver might ponder, who never stays to kiss the virgin ornamented in the Fleur-de-lis, cause it's best to be chaste, unless of course God calls you to the action of high romance--and He can; He can do anything He wants--He's God, dude.  And check out the Red Wolf in Carolina--that's half coyote and half wolf.  
   The Sheriff here gave his weasel-like deputies the authority to shoot coyotes years ago--they were calling them coydogs, which was a big myth in Williamson County during the late 1990's--I was out and about in the area all night, talked to witnesses and spotted only garden-variety coyotes; however, unlike the fox who likes to entertain with hilarious antics, the coyote is more reclusive, not flashing the chicken in his mouth at you, like many a fox has done to me during my nocturnal time in the suburbs and beyond as a newspaper man working circulation.
   Oh well.  Androids, new wolves, coydogs, firetrucks, nanobots, hookers--it's all real, fella.  

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Reminding phony sheriff, or Deputy Dawg

   
   "Reminding phony sheriff, or Deputy Dawg"
  
   Wanted to royally remind of July 4th, 2017--sleazeballs.  When you drug a disabled man out of his house, in front of his traumatized mother, on phony offenses; moreover, even you:  all the insidious architects involved, so as to further neglect and abuse a woman, my mother.  A woman who was hijacked into Notary Fraud by attorneys, and the toxic guilt still stains your sadistic souls--unless you confess, both honestly and humbly; otherwise, you can look over your sinister shoulders for the rest of your impotent  days.
   How many folks can you keep giving false testimony to?  Haven't you covered the bases?  Holy men and physicians.  Family members.  And when I was wrongfully incarcerated with dangerous psychotics, my Rosary Beads ripped from my hands, blood taken against my will, Grandfather's watch broken, my mother was sitting (crooked) at home, and nobody brushed her teeth, bathed her, or gave her a damn vitamin for an entire week, which equals seven days for all of you who attended Bush League Universities.  
   Good for you.  You people are officially odious Satanists, more or less.
   Keep screwing your ugly wives in your dirty money--it won't make her, or you, look any better, on the outside or the inside.
   God Bless America.  Trump.  The Virgin Mary.  And I even dig Elvira and Pee-Wee Herman.