preaching to the choir Creation Lake’s Sadie Smith

                                                       I’d rather be driven by immutable truths than the winds of some opinion [influencers], whose real function is to underscore a person’s social position in a group, and belief without depth.

                        Go! Sadie! Go! See Sadie Run the Ball!

    winds

hes had to contend contentions bored him to tears with these blowhards his adult life

when he a kid a teenager picked fights with them

                                                       Put up or shaddup   his words

then win lose where it usually ended bloodied split knuckles welts blackanblue bruises

except for hardheads who didnt want to leave it a beat down

                                                                    he wasnt one

usually the skirmish was left in that weekend or evening

usually steered clear of each other avoiding other clashes

    last fight he was in he was compelled

                                            his boss in his office at the front of the business was getting knocked to hell by he had no idea why no idea what transpired but he was his meal ticket

the big man dragged him by his necktie out in the parking lot

                                                                he freakedhave someone by their Windsor punch over the top of it

lunging forwardslammed the back of his head on the red clinkerbrick wall behind him hamfist loosened tie slipped free pummeled him with both fists to the ground

                                                             Stay down

Down

Down

    mumbled Yeah

                          I’m gonna sue you.

looking down at himnoticed his shirt front hoped all that blood wasnt his

                                                                              Sue me  Ill find ya

he was Nam informed

                                                                                     Cunt

in his book lout wouldnt be fighting fair

 

nowadays he slings immutable truths

                                           curbs winds with brutal reason brutal words

    his children

informed by their mother who lovingly applied ice or steak to his eye  goose eggs  mercurochrome to his knuckles

                  said

Not as satisfying, is it, Dad?

    he taught them rhetoric

shared his sense of black humour    

1451 & 1937,  Monday,  16  3. 26

0954,  Tuesday – St Paddys Day,  17  3. 26

Donovan  Catch the Wind  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iuc9_46wf7I