Most of my posts on this blog are beyond serious. Many times an outright bitch fest. Today I will try to lighten the mood even though I just can’t resist these two I got from someone when I was working for the government.
Only in America do we use the word ‘politics’ to describe the process so well: ‘Poli’ in Latin meaning ‘many’ and ‘tics’ meaning ‘bloodsucking creatures’.
If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?
Never Trust an Angry Woman
A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy morning. Both of their cars are totaled but amazingly neither is injured. God works in mysterious ways.
After they crawl from their cars the woman says, “You’re a man, interesting. Wow, look at our cars! Totaled and we are not hurt. This must be a sign from God that we were destined to meet for some reason.”
Flattered, the man replied, “I agree, this must be a sign from God.”
The woman reaches into her car and continues, “And another miracle is that even though my car is completely wrecked, this bottle of wine didn’t even break! We must use this sign from God to toast to our good fortune!” She hands the bottle to the man.
The man nodded in agreement while opening the bottle and drinking from it. He hands it back to the woman who immediately puts the cap back on and hands it back to the man.
The man asked her, “Aren’t you going to have any?”
The woman replies, “No thanks, I’ll just wait for the police to come.”
Moral of the story:
Women are evil. Don’t mess with them!
When I saw “Rhyme” as the prompt I said, “Why not, what the hell.” I’ll never publish my book of poems as I had hoped so many years ago. I have written poems/songs since my teens just for the fun of it. I used to LOVE poetry. I mean LOVE it when I was young. Virtually all of my poems & songs rhyme. I am not a fan of the verse that is “perverse” and does not.
I have written numerous poems a few years back after a very long break in which I studied other visual arts and dance. So funny to me that I have notebooks full of my poetry and writing and I see others blog about this stuff but I don’t share mine, so far. Here is one of my poems that I wrote in anger after one of my friends succumbed but before my sister found out she had advanced stage esophageal cancer.
Cancer is a bloody bitch and then you die. Most of my family and friends have passed from this dangerous, insidious fuck up of the body, for lack of a better description. It’s exactly what it is. Your body fucks up and you hope for the best in remissions or treatment or just prepare yourself to say goodbye.
Cancer Kiss my Ass!!
Cancer kiss my ass!!
You sneaky sack of shit!!
You creep inside my body
and make a mess of it!
You take away my family
and friends that I hold dear.
Until there’s only one of me
awaiting you with fear.
I know about the car crash
the nutso with a gun,
But you just bide your time
until you take out everyone!
Po’ Girl Shines © 2014
I consider our modern “Liberal” or “Progressive” movement that some have quickly jumped on board with, so they don’t get left out, to be one of the most absurd, convoluted and demonically insane groups of folks this world has seen yet. No conventional wisdom here.
Let’s get into our current society, or lack thereof. Most of us live and let live, we really don’t care what someone else is doing unless it effects us or someone we love adversely. This is the way grownups have managed to get by not killing one another throughout most of history. Minding our own business. It’s only when you have those that try to force their will on others, that don’t agree with whatever it is, that you start to have conflict, much as we have now and there is no excuse for it. This is starting to become a problem now that conservative people insist on others playing by the same rules we all live by. “Give them an inch and they will take a mile” comes to mind when I think of some of the unrest we have been seeing in recent months. Some have been assuming that their agenda was the only one that mattered so when they cannot get what they want, when they want it, they use force and violence or pitch a public fit.
No one needs to shout in any streets about anything in America. We are not a third world country. We have law and many regulations and if we don’t like something we pass petitions, get signatures or we write and or discuss with others who can make the changes needed, if they are reasonable. Today we seem to have many unreasonable people that know there is nothing wrong, but somehow they are just not happy so they want to be sure others that are content are just as miserable as they are. No one needs to scream about being gay, because it doesn’t matter. It’s a personal, private decision and unless your ego is dangerous, you know this.
The current popularity of “Progressive Liberals” was caused by our mainstream media constantly giving fools attention and validation to various demands that were self-serving and ridiculous. Celebrities are big on doing this and most are so starstruck they will go along with anything someone they admire believes in, much like a 12 year old schoolgirl. Our mainstream media consists of three major networks, CBS, NBC & ABC that keep up the non-stop propaganda needed so that you will be properly indoctrinated to whatever those who own the stations wish you to believe and want you to buy.
Exactly how they pick their next fad or person they wish to thrust into the spotlight for you to follow is their little secret for now, but they have an agenda. One week it’s women screaming for the right to be topless in public, what they hope to achieve with that request, besides bring women back to the stone ages and make us more potential to become rape victims that no man can take seriously, is beyond me. These people are either trying to mess things up for the rest of us on purpose or they are mentally ill and need help, not validation. That stunt shouldn’t be taken seriously anymore than wearing a vagina hat means you are the kind of solid citizen I would trust teaching my kids.
Sadly, instead of evolving to a better society, which is where we should be, we have regressed to the point of neanderthal with better toys to play with. If some had their way we would all walk around naked while we play with our cell phones taking selfies with the rest of the herd on our way to the trough.
Bitter? You ain’t heard the half of it! So, Conventional Wisdom you say? I say that wisdom is about to go the way of the dinosaur due to the very nature of man who hates and tries to destroy anyone who seems to know better than them. The wise man/woman is truly an endangered species.
Many years ago we were sitting in church with our friends during the Christmas season. It was a special evening program for all ages and our oldest son, at the time about 8 years old, was telling us that earlier that day the children had all made Christmas cards for the pastor of our very large church.
When the pastor came out he was holding a card in his hand at which our son said excitedly, “Hey, the pastor has my card! I can tell by the drawing I did on the back of it!” We were to discover our pastor had decided to start the evening service with a little humor. He advised the congregation that the children had all given him Christmas cards after morning service and he was hoping that they would enjoy one card in particular. None of us had any idea what he had written, so he began:
“Roses are red, violets are blue, it’s snowing outside and in here too!”
To which there were gales of laughter. At the time I sort of laughed but was more mortified than amused. My friend sitting right next to me could not stop giggling for the longest time. Even when the service started, I could see her body shaking in the laughter she kept trying to stifle, then I started giggling as well. We were both trying to keep our composure while the sermon was being preached. We kept setting each other off. I don’t remember when we finally managed to get it together and put our attention back on God! After the evening program I tried to explain to my confused son why everyone had such a good laugh at his expense.
Or what I like to call the times I think back and would like to kick myself. Sort of a joke, but most of you get it. These are the times to pray on the matter and stay strong in the Word.