17.1.16



#FreetoBelieve* 

                            what they tell you to believe
 
their headliner Tony Perkins FRC(you figure out the acronym  he wasnt saying) an(they infer DR. he thinks screwball) Rick Scarborough who  if youll remember  threatened to immolate himself last June if the Supreme Court found in favor of Marriage Equality but somehow  somewhere  lost his book of matches on his way to the barbecue


this dynamic duo

these wannabe lynch-pimps
                                               were going after  yet again  anyone who didnt hold their rarified belief in God

that their religious freedoms are under dire attack

 

which he found incredulous

if they wholly believed in God

if they believed in His Grace

then what did they fear

they were celebrating Americas National Religious Freedom Day an the 230th anniversary of Thomas Jeffersons
Virginia Statute for Religious Freedom

the United States Constitution does not provide for a State religion

it insures as President Obama proclaimed:  . . let us recommit ourselves to protecting religious minorities here at home and around the world. May we remember those who have been persecuted, tortured, or murdered for their faith and reject any politics that targets people because of their religion, including any suggestion that our laws, policies, or practices should single out certain faiths for disfavored treatment.

And as one Nation, let us state clearly and without equivocation that an attack on any faith is an attack on every faith and come together to promote religious freedom for all.

yet Mutt an Jeff continually point their fingers at the Gay(accurately the LGBTQ Community)
at Abortion Givers an Takers
                                                 an this day were joined by five Presidential candidates

JEB!  Dr Carson  Rafael Cruz  Fiorina(not a speck of cereal **) an Huck-  ah  Huck-  ahh   Huck    he forgot!  but counting
all the fingers an thumb on one hand there were five

who by their very presence gave credence an semented themselves to the agenda of the FRC/VA Washington (AC/)DC gathering



his interest in the day was inspired solely by hearing Scarborough pronounce GRIDS (sounded so much like grits (thats where the man was from what he ate) that he would have been remiss if he hadnt continued to listen  provide him the benefit of doubt  until he spewed it again) its vernacular from the 80s that he remembered as GRID  a sick acronym for Gay-related Immune Deficiency or Gay-related Immunodeficiency Disease which Scarborough insisted an insists God dispensed onto the Gays for their Sin ^
      
tho he might have to offer the eidget some niggling 
 
that he wasnt a complete an verifiable retard

because there was a slight chance by GRIDS he meant Gay-related Immune Deficiency Syndrome

but syndrome was a mighty big word that someone with a mouth full of grits might not only have a hard time saying
but even knowing the word 
 
syndrome and God-speak werent consistent with one another unless  unless   an perhaps not a severe overreach  unless syndrome and God-speak were reliable Pathologies or Psychiatry
  
dare he say?
                       he did
                     
diagnosing or treating mental disorders





1301,  Saturday,  16  1. 16
 0031,  Sunday,  17  1. 16

      
                                                                            




1301,  Saturday,  16  1. 16 
 0031,  Sunday,  17  1. 16

16.1.16



the Soviets -- what the hell  really  they were Soviets then  --  though admittedly are Russian now except for the politics they suffer arent outside the dead Soviet regime or sphere-of-influence  not unlike here in America where we need lots an lots of old white men to die because only death will force them to drop the reins White entitlement placed in their hands which they grip in tight-balled fists
                                                         but thats an aside
I dont want to get too far off my mark an risk losing the thigh-slapper they shared

a hilarious joke they insisted   The Future is certain  The Past is what is unpredictable



I didnt laugh
  
they howled unperturbed

  

I got it I just didnt think it was funny
 
though my discontent my drollness may come from listening to too many political hacks try an reengineer our History
retell stories liberally(its okay when they use the word or set the currency of what or what isnt PC)  liberally apply their spin delete inconvenient facts alter timelines
 
there really isnt much difference between theirs an the Soviets long game

I opted out then utterly confounding them  changed things up an talked about an American boy and his cat 
His dog  they rebuked me  they werent going to have it

No    His cat

they sternly insisted I was incorrect  It is boy an his dog has always been boy an his dog why would boy have cat

(in my best mock-Russian) Mebbe boy does not buy into status quo do what he is told
Mebbe he is bad boy

bushy eyebrows arched shoulders rose slightly  pensively  perhaps in a sly attitude to manipulate or further inquiry

Dog  Cat  Future  Past  
Theyre the same difference  a matter of perspective  a redtailed hawk perched in a treetop two in a bush is worth one
in hand
                If youre clever


the Soviets sighed  they werent happy with me

it seemed they prefer happiness  tortured laughter

as a gesture of good will I offered glasses of vodka believing it might be the way to a Soviets heart  an if not  then to indulge in cold crystal-clear vodka to hold up before any trouble problem or transgression  see if it might help magnify
or elucidate it



Dog   Cat   Future   Past  
                                         Vodka   Happiness

theres really no difference after all  not a speck or scintilla of bloody difference

its all drawn dipped or oozed from the same shimmering well of human experience

  


1428,  Thursday,  14  1. 16
2327,  Thursday,  14 1. 16

15.1.16



sometimes the muffled sound you hear through a closed window at night defies comprehension
incites your courage to turn an leave 
                                                                                                                               
quickens  stuffs your breath


your brave hasty fingers
suddenly arrested

they linger at the sash lock 
                                             linger  hooked  in the handle at the bottom of the casement

the muntins groan uneasily at your tension

  
with the slightest turn you can unlock the window
                                                                                 the slightest lift will open it 
an then you can see
 

there will be nothing between you and it
                                                                  whatever it is
that is out there
mewling

morose

                                        
                whatever it is it
isnt part of the world you inhabited

before the sun went down


transmogrified


 
                          an your only hope when it enters the house
because it will
                                                            
is to unsee it see through it 
                                             utterly unreactive unresponsive unimpressed


                                                                                                                                                Wau Wauuh   
Wauwhamp    
                     slithers 

                                                                                                                                      

the square tiles on the floor behind it are smeared stained with earth  tracked with soot spore black ruined leaves spurned moss slivered with greyspeckled decay   an a smell that thickens an adheres to the back of your throat
precipitates your choking retching                                                 
                                                        bile an snotgreen phlegm
                                                                                                                              slithers    past
your unseeing

youve done well



an slaughters the rest of the household

untipped                                                                                                                                                   
                by the horrid sound breath outside
the softened glaring glass




0055,  Thursday,  14  1. 16
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