The adjutant to the Devil is always a fool. He will be dressed up the dandy with a hat to match, but the Devil never pays for the finery, he leased it from God and all the fool ever really gets, are ‘hand me downs’.
Fools vote. This much should be obvious by now. I do not presume to surrender a list, but their numbers are legion and growing. What was intended as a sacred trust to the thoughtful initiate has steadily devolved into a poll for ‘best dressed’. Pants first; then shirt, the time-honored ritual has protected legs from briar, maintained our genitalia as mystery and protected from element what skin does not favor.
Without engaging in another civil war to prove our point, we should endeavor to convince the fool to put his clothes on, if for no other reason to elude the embarrassment of the initiate who must focus fully on his uncertain future.
So what has the fool done, you may ask?
Plenty:
He has discarded God and therefore left the Devil to play.
He has enshrined opinion over wisdom. Oprah is a mime, lip-synched to a sound track skillfully dubbed from popular culture. Nothing of accountability ever comes out and hereby, substance, is the resultant tragedy.
He has voted for an untested Icon, and yes, the lips move as well on this one too. This Icon, the adjutant indeed, works on the careless assumption that when things are bad, changing everything will make it better.
Perhaps in an effort to appear responsible, the fool has made great effort to wag the finger, not only at human error, but to all humanity. It seems our existence is an affront to mommy earth. We must pay. Less gasoline, less babies, less wealth, less privacy, less security, etc. are the prescriptive punishments for absolution to some primal yet foggy remnant of guilt.
Before I underscore doom with a longer list (and it is very long) let me stop here to propose a remedy. We must fashion a trend not with a billion dollar campaign, and not with a media circus. It has to start with a whisper at one of those big Washington insider cocktail parties. It goes something like this:
“Hey Nancy, I heard Chris Matthews is looking for a plastic surgeon who has pioneered a procedure for turning white people into blacks, I mean African American. Nancy perceives a set up, “Oh stop it!” “No, seriously, Michael Jackson gave him a grant when he was in med school with the proviso that he would work on this. Seems he succeeded also on developing a hormone cocktail that triggers the immune system to fight the physical effects of aging.”
A conspirator calls your name holding his cell phone over his head, “Hey Dave, it’s that Doctor again.” “Nancy would you excuse me for a moment,” and you disappear into the crowd, cell phone in one ear and finger in the other.
“Hey Harry, Chris just called my answering machine, said he wouldn’t be able to pencil me in for Hardball this week, said he has a ‘procedure’ that reschedule him at some clinic. You saw him last week, is he O.K.?” Harry stares gloomily back and says innocently, “I thought he was O.K.”
Your fellow conspirator spills some Merlot on your sleeve, “Damn, I’m sorry mate . . . ‘fraid I’ve met my limit . . . get you a club soda there?” You feign some appropriate disgust, “It’s a cotton microweave. I’ll just dab it with some soap and water in the bathroom.”
Obama is posing at teleprompter angles in front of the bathroom mirror with one of his secret service agents. “Oh, Mr. President!” You appear surprised and pleased like an orgasm before church, “Just a little wine on the sleeve.” Chris Matthews gave me this shirt, said his wife got it for him but he didn’t think it would go with his color . . . didn’t really know what he meant . . . but hey . . .”
Obama exits with security in tow. You and your conspirator leave the party and hail a cab; job done.
In the mean time Chris is on vacation for a week in the Bahamas and naturally he cannot be reached. This is doubly advantageous. He cannot verify and therefore accentuates the mystery by also being out of touch.
Chris Matthews comes back from the Bahamas, quite tanned and in good health. He is scheduled to interview Nancy on hardball the next day, who for some reason was very eager for an interview about healthcare. She looks at him a little too carefully throughout the interview and asks him about his color? He thinks she means his tan, “looking better,” he quips and Nancy retreats to the green room for pampering in ‘makeup’. “Can you make me look forty,” she teases the gay artist. “Oh honey, you are so forty! Get out of here!” “Seriously” she lowers her voice, “FORTY.”
Rahm Emmanuel hands Nancy his Blackberry in the morning Cabinet meeting with the president with a raised eyebrow. “Nancy”, he says “you know this is most irregular, It’s some doctor down in the Bahamas. (You), said something about Chris Matthews getting his dream, and him your number.” Naturally, Nancy takes the call.
The doctor (you) is affectionately known as Michael’s angel, and you speak reverently about him. You explain that your future success and those of similar genius of kindly being allowed a clause in health which pertains to ‘rejuvinative procedures for the racially challenged’.
The following weak headlines just before a vote reaches the senate floor, says: Cosmetic Surgery “An American Right.”
The bill fails . . .
. . . By only one vote . . .
One fool less and 100 million to go.
Milton
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Christian's Way
The man that I am has nothing commensurate with the Divine grace afforded him. I have, in clear memory, narrowly been saved from death on at least four occasions. Those who also know me more intimately, know that I have been visited twice by a heavenly emissary, which to deny in my experience, would defy all sanity.
Let me say at once as the Plaintiff to life’s vicissitudes, and as the Defendant before God Almighty, that I have lost on both counts, and enjoy my life purely by grace.
My first angelic visit during my youth crushed any fantasies I might have had concerning the personhood of these beings. I was, in fact, afraid for my life and in full knowledge that my mind was as transparent as it was faulted. Needless to say, I survived, and without further diversion into that story, I am completely convinced of the massive powers from Heaven, and within the limits of my personal influence on you the reader, be also assured of what mighty forces of God may be marshaled.
On a broader note, I wish to address Christendom not just rhetorically but sincerely and to its heart. “Why are you so scattered in intent, so divided by credos and so feeble in your causes?” And to the Devil, “why do you attack such a feeble foe with such virulence?”
To these twain queries I declare flatly and without apology, the power of God will prevail and the name of Christ will conquer.
Not being afforded the opportunity of a pulpit, nor exceptionally inclined to deserve one, to the few who actually read my blogs, I say emphatically, that the second coming of Christ is a soon to be reality.
I want you to dispel the leanings of sentiment which have penetrated Christian culture, in particular, the popular idea that the second coming is purely a symbolic idea of the fluffy goodness which by Providence is coming our way. No, this natter-headed nonsense is a dangerous diversion. It stands in startling contrast to the writings of the prophets Daniel, Jeremiah, Ezekiel and John the Revelator, and not to let the matter rest too lightly, are in stark contrast with the explicitly recorded personal utterances of Jesus.
Understand, that the forces to which our government has succumbed are little else than what the company of mutually compelled sociopaths commonly renders: In contest it holds no good thing for the benefit of the many, but rather accumulates for itself only more power and tyranny. Human life is cumulatively being drawn down in value by popular culture, sinister environmental policies, threat of war, and rationing of resources. All these things are in concert with the portents voluminously written of in the Bible.
It will require a miracle to save mankind. It will require the second coming of Christ, (Moshiach). The affairs of man will so totally exceed the debauch of any previous age, that only a reboot of civilization will revive the possibility of our survival. And, necessarily our lives must center ‘round our loyalty to God and a resolute commitment to follow His Laws.
Not to discourage mind you, but rather to encourage your allegiance to God, I implore my friends and foe alike, to commit yourselves humbly before God and seek his power to repent. All faith depends on familiarity with Him, and with Him we are not powerless. In fact God is content with our weakness to perform in us great things. I tremble for my family, my nation and my world, but I still tremble at my own humanity in the face my personal failures. I need God in my life more than ever and yet I elude my own needs be denying Him in my life. God is Almighty. Let us stand up for him when opportunity comes, at it will, and let us recognize our purpose in life to lead mankind to Him who led us in the wilderness, who lead us in the gospels and will lead us also to heaven.
An Epistle was not my intention. I rather relish the idea of a purer, happier world. Only the path to it frightens me. Fear lessens with Love, as any child knows from getting a vaccination. Ours is the same as the child’s, in fact, for to our Father in Heaven we are all His Children.
Milton
Let me say at once as the Plaintiff to life’s vicissitudes, and as the Defendant before God Almighty, that I have lost on both counts, and enjoy my life purely by grace.
My first angelic visit during my youth crushed any fantasies I might have had concerning the personhood of these beings. I was, in fact, afraid for my life and in full knowledge that my mind was as transparent as it was faulted. Needless to say, I survived, and without further diversion into that story, I am completely convinced of the massive powers from Heaven, and within the limits of my personal influence on you the reader, be also assured of what mighty forces of God may be marshaled.
On a broader note, I wish to address Christendom not just rhetorically but sincerely and to its heart. “Why are you so scattered in intent, so divided by credos and so feeble in your causes?” And to the Devil, “why do you attack such a feeble foe with such virulence?”
To these twain queries I declare flatly and without apology, the power of God will prevail and the name of Christ will conquer.
Not being afforded the opportunity of a pulpit, nor exceptionally inclined to deserve one, to the few who actually read my blogs, I say emphatically, that the second coming of Christ is a soon to be reality.
I want you to dispel the leanings of sentiment which have penetrated Christian culture, in particular, the popular idea that the second coming is purely a symbolic idea of the fluffy goodness which by Providence is coming our way. No, this natter-headed nonsense is a dangerous diversion. It stands in startling contrast to the writings of the prophets Daniel, Jeremiah, Ezekiel and John the Revelator, and not to let the matter rest too lightly, are in stark contrast with the explicitly recorded personal utterances of Jesus.
Understand, that the forces to which our government has succumbed are little else than what the company of mutually compelled sociopaths commonly renders: In contest it holds no good thing for the benefit of the many, but rather accumulates for itself only more power and tyranny. Human life is cumulatively being drawn down in value by popular culture, sinister environmental policies, threat of war, and rationing of resources. All these things are in concert with the portents voluminously written of in the Bible.
It will require a miracle to save mankind. It will require the second coming of Christ, (Moshiach). The affairs of man will so totally exceed the debauch of any previous age, that only a reboot of civilization will revive the possibility of our survival. And, necessarily our lives must center ‘round our loyalty to God and a resolute commitment to follow His Laws.
Not to discourage mind you, but rather to encourage your allegiance to God, I implore my friends and foe alike, to commit yourselves humbly before God and seek his power to repent. All faith depends on familiarity with Him, and with Him we are not powerless. In fact God is content with our weakness to perform in us great things. I tremble for my family, my nation and my world, but I still tremble at my own humanity in the face my personal failures. I need God in my life more than ever and yet I elude my own needs be denying Him in my life. God is Almighty. Let us stand up for him when opportunity comes, at it will, and let us recognize our purpose in life to lead mankind to Him who led us in the wilderness, who lead us in the gospels and will lead us also to heaven.
An Epistle was not my intention. I rather relish the idea of a purer, happier world. Only the path to it frightens me. Fear lessens with Love, as any child knows from getting a vaccination. Ours is the same as the child’s, in fact, for to our Father in Heaven we are all His Children.
Milton
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