so

      he found the word contemptiblechalk it up to his predilicktionwhat felt good in his mouth

he didnt put anything his mouth he couldnt swallow

so

   it was swallowing a loogie because he was either in mixed companyfuck guys or he was some place he couldnt genteelly spit it outin any event he didnt want it furthur inhabiting his cheek  never could fathomed snuff or chaw 

he did not want to appear rude

though meanwhile  his language seemed rude to the uninitiated 

                                                   he wasnt usually  at least not without provocation

rather he was quite gentlemanly

he did however caution women that the singular reason he was was that he didnt wish his mother to materialise and vigorouslyungentlemanly chastise him for acting like a bum

he preferred his mother existentially when he went to visit hersee her and his fatherwhich wasnt to say he didnt visit themto see his father  and his mother  neither appreciated his confrontational nature  they shruggedthey didnt invest it in him  where had he learned it

he told them I learned it here at home  Watching the two of you making nice when it was apparent in your faces that neither of you wanted to be niceyou curbed your tongues  Seemed dishonest to me then  You can either endure me full dose or not   You cant hurt my feelings

he didnt want his mother to use transmigrate in the sublime ether of her feminine noosphereTeilhard de Chandinno offence intended he didnt have a fucking idea what he was talking about  the Noosphere can function only by releasing more and more spiritual energy with an ever higher potential  did he really think the Noosphere accepted the spiritual energy of men  itd been coopted since time immemorial by females Goddesses Queens the Childbearers  de Chandin listen up  it wasnt in cardsnot in The Future of Man  Go out an kill something to eatyoull feel better

he couldnt be fooled  capable women everywhere had the pristine ability to haunt their children while still tethered to the planet

men hadnt the energy talentthe hutzpa the Jews had a word for everythinglike the Germansmaybe Germans were Jews a little finger of the Lost Tribe wouldnt that be ironic   and cookingwise!

                                                         but that was in his youthhe couldnt turn his back on his formative years  however he couldnt imagine a sensational Jewess cook who wouldnt have her daughters at her hips and elbows in the kitchen

he peered into the hanging blue smoke he exhaled from his cigar  so   this so was okaya placeholder  he pondered   he couldnt imagine any passionate parent not try to extent their passions onto their children  or should he call itrather  their prejudice  his daughters sought and earned bachelor degrees in biology  animal and fish  he and his wife were moved by scienceprejudiced  they were liberal freethinking  they weighed things with fact reason  that their daughters achieved degrees they had not(but had vicariously) hed be an ass(never his wife – he assumed their assdom – he was the confrontational onehed make people eat their words and didnt mind thrashing someone or being thrashed – you didnt win all your fights – but he gave as good as he got – what was another black eye – it healed – eventually all things healed)  his wife was the forgiver like her mother see! she was forgiving to a fault  that was her NatureNurture NurtureNature heads or tails Egg or Hen 

some things he couldnt forgive 

that was his Nature

                and if the things unforgiven made him less wellaffected him sighcologically  he had no apologises

he wasnt perfect 

not that there was a damn thing manmade that was

all he had to do was look around in the bright light of any day and see it was true despite sometimesbeyond his better judgment  squinting  lessening its abysmal glare buying himself a moment  he boned up again

so

   he might be more perfect than some others

he embraced their liberalness  embraced their rationale reasonableness  devoid of faith

dogma was for dogs

Fetch!

Good boy!

Good girl!

he didnt fetchhe rather they tried to beat him with a stick  if he got it out of their hands hed beat them as unmercifully as they intended to beat him

his wife loved him

she didnt love that about him

he told her You dont have to  I dont love your incredulous unending compassion(that was the stick others beat her with)

however maddening they were to each other she was she and he was he

marriage codified their differences

much to her chagrin

                 Baby  Im not a work-in-progress I yam wha I yam   Me an Popeye

SO.

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War  Four-Cornered Room  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFmCCxMp7BE