The first Mother’s Day after mother died was a nice, warm day, unusual for early May and I went to the White Lotus Day celebration at the Theosophical Society. Then I came home, lay down on the couch and slept through a thunderstorm and a small tornado that went through the forest preserves on the other side of town.
It was a good day, to not have to deal with my mother.
There was nothing more that needed to be said.
Ding dong! The bitch was dead!
Well, the war has been going on for days now and I will speak boldly.
I don’t give a tinker’s damn about the Ukraine!
Russians and Ukrainians killing each other is nothing but foreigners killing foreigners. Other than the spectator sport value of the Russian military blowing it again I have absolutely no interest in it. I have no more interest in it than in two countries in Africa going at it. All the fuss is just a ridiculous waste of time and money.
Dedicated to the God of War.
Today we celebrate a comic book villain, the Martian In the Iron Mask. When I was eight years old this character introduced me to the wonders of mind control and set me on the course I would follow all my lafe.
62 years ago I got this comic book. It literally changed my life in ways I could not begin to imagine.
This is Lilith. She is the patron demon of Feminists. She also kills pregnant women and devours their infants.
This is Texas.
This might be fun to watch.
Of all the oddness of this political year, the rise of Senator Manchin to role of the elegant arbiter has been the most fun. Unmoved by Presidential tears, the whining of the press and the thug tactics of the Progressives he has become the moveable thorn in the flesh to the Left and people wonder why he has not just crossed the aisle to become a Republican.
Why should he?
If he becomes a Republican, it cannot hurt him in a state where he is the last Democrat office holder and it would deprive the Democrats of their tie with Vice President Harris, otherwise affectionately known as Barbie Blowjob, being the deciding vote. If he does that, though, he loses his leverage.
The Democrats in West Virginia cannot vote him out in a primary. That would cause them to the lose the Senate seat to a Republican and they have no real constituency in West Virginia. With their kowtowing to the environmentalist scum they literally threw the state, with its whole economy based on coal, away. So the National Party has no leverage. If he becomes a Republican, he is just another Republican senator. He could no longer extort concessions like he can now.
He is in best of all possible worlds until 2023, when, if as expected, the Republicans bury the Democrats and have a true majority in both houses of Congress. Then he will just be another Democrat again.
Beside one who is unjustly accused God and Satan, the Angels and Demons, the Sura and Asura, all stand together with you.
And if the mob attacks the innocent, the cosmos itself will strike them down.
Ok. now that I have your attention…
Ok, I’m not a Christian. I do not believe in the divinity of Jesus. I do not accept him as a Great Teacher. I have no real use for just about anything he said or did. If anyone uses the teachings or whatever of Jesus to try to control me that person is wasting his time.
No surprise there.
But here is the thing. Why should his words be privileged by those who do not consider themselves Christian? Why should they be given weight over the Buddha, Mohammed, Moses, Confucius, or even Shankaracharya? If you don’t believe in him why do you quote him or worse, set his bad behavior up as an example to be followed?
The meek will not inherit the Earth.
The poor are cursed.
What the hell even is “righteous?”
Who cares?
I just learned that my friend Russ Dizdar died of Covid two nights ago. I was a regular listener to his show years ago but a combination of time changes and schedule conflicts ended that. I never actually met him but I know he was big, hulking bear of a man and he had a heart as big. He really changed my mind about Christians even if I could not agree with him.
I’m sure Heaven will hold a lot of surprises for him, with Jesus tending bar, the hot tub, angels in three piece suits and sunglasses and the giant, gold-bound copy of Psionic Psupervillain floating in the sky. I also know that when he gets over the initial shock. After all, he knew Uncle Chuckie and that qualifies him for an hour Zoom conference with God every thousand years.
Oh, by the way, my name on Second Life, Argon the Devil, was a joke on him. One of his favorite stories was about when he cast out a demon of remote viewing from someone and it said its name was Argon. There was no way I could resist that.
The Wit and Wisdom of Uncle Chuckie 