Kennedy & Trump

   
   "Kennedy & Trump"
  
   Jack Kennedy and "the Donald" Trump do not need to join your club; indeed, Kennedy lavishly lives on, with an awesome and eternal flame, and Trump is our modern reality President.
   Kennedy couldn't be indoctrinated, for he was born rich, Catholic, and good looking; thus, he didn't need favors, already secure by Camelot's Round Table--a family with class and ultra-suave smoothness.  And what normal man would turn down Marilyn Monroe?  Well, since her tits were better than Tony Curtis', I'd turn her down, but I'm a wacky and weird wimp.  Specifically, Kennedy would not join schmuck clubs, and that's why he pissed people off.
   It's the same with our modern Commander in Chief.  Trump is richer than the rest, and he won't be indoctrinated, nor bought off.  It's not that he thinks he's better than social clubs like the FBI (Federal Bureau of Intimidation)--it's just that he actually is.  And that's why they hate him.  He likes the Blue Collar man, hot women in appropriate fashion, and rock and roll; plus, the Christian preacher--good for him. 
   People that join corrupt groups only become more corrupted.  Nobody can save the world--that already happened, its architect, a Jewish carpenter.  

Elect Jesus, then

   
   "Elect Jesus, then"

   Commander in Chief--they throw everything @ him; specifically, plenty of manufactured  malcontents; however, only be thirsty for regal righteousness; next, you are queen-like quenched; otherwise, thirsting for yourself, unless attempted murder in your non-start-up direction, it doesn't wend well; therefore, align yourself with stubborn sublimity--why not?
   Everybody's poop smells snarly, unless you were lost and weirdly minding your own business in the fabulous fields, seen and spied as a specter of smooching stories that are strongholds of bodacious benevolence.
   Some like country.  Some like rap.  Some like smooth jazz; however, others fancy folk--never can tell.  Do your best, and remember:  the innocence of a child, a true child, that which imperatively  ignites innocence, not some meth-forged delinquent getting toxins into the dastardly discharge, or a mollifying matriarch that mistreats with aloofness, yet a damned daredevil voting for freedom, in the true sense of the word on the American ballot.  
   Make the field awesomely optic.  See and know instead of blinding.  Allow them their gifts, and you yours--just never abuse or think you are commando-sworn telepathic, unless you know you are--never can tell.
   Life would be plenty easier if we were all truck drivers with friends in the mystical restaurant business, in a sophisticated sense of the Blue Collar, though never replacing the Roman Collar.   

Back to the Future - The Power of Love

Thundarr the Barbarian TV cartoon intro (1980)

Prayer to St. Rocco

    
   "Prayer to St. Rocco"
  
   O Great St. Rocco, deliver us, we beseech thee, from the scourges of God; through thy intercession, preserve our bodies from contagious diseases, and our souls from the contagion of sin.

   Obtain for us salubrious air; but, above all, purity of heart.
  
   Assist us to make good use of health, to bear sufferings with patience; and, after thy example, to live in the practice of penance and charity, that we may one day enjoy the happiness which thou has merited by thy virtues.
  
   St. Rocco, pray for us--3 times.
  
   In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen  

Taking badgers on a walk

Power of the Cross

   
   "Power of the Cross"
  
   Sometimes, a transplanted Yankee Lady must offer vociferous twang--here and there only, always remembering herself, never erasing a portion of sublimity, gregariously gelling with a Cinderella-Victory futurity--I mean all the Franciscan humility dubbed with the Passion of labeling yourself ultra-cool, like a Fool for Christ, only to be adored all the more since you stood up for the merciful majesty of Jesus, or as the Southern Baptist kid bluntly and boldly says:  "Give me some Jesus."  And they can be true; moreover, potently determined in their fabulous faith, maybe it smoothly determined for ALL time by God Himself, who is Jesus' Father.  And smooth is a 1972 Cutlass armed with a 350 Rocket; furthermore, it only housing a tame two-barrel, driven by a nice and cool guy.   

From Cross to Crucifix:
  
1.)  CROSS:  Potent against most vampires, at least showing you have faith; thus, they know you mean a bit of business, even though you like Country Music too much.
  
2.)  ORTHODOX CROSS:  Werewolves are a bit shy about this one, but will approach you, for the lower bar shows great mercy for Christ; however, one must still remember the violence involved, and the werewolf will depart.
  
3.)  CRUCIFIX:  Puts pressure on those adorned by it; nevertheless, offers the ultimate Passion; next, wards off high -level villains from the DC Universe, mostly Earth One characters--you know what I'm saying.
  
   All of these Crosses bring psychological and spiritual improvement for most Christians--in my dog's opinion.