"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
Sometimes people post something they believe is funny or makes them look cool and you shake your head because they are so far off of the mark.
The dumbass that posted this is the poster child for planned parenthood and general buffoonery.
I wonder if he has figured out yet how many recognize him for who he is and who he isn’t.
The ape ought to jump off the page and slap some sense into me.
He ought to tell me to give up, move on and walk away from some things but he won’t and it probably wouldn’t matter.
I am going to do what I am going to do until my gut says I don’t what had to be done.
It is not just because the heart wants what the heart wants either but because I hear music and I am following it.
In the interim I have undergone one hell of a battle to recover and restore this place. Came within a heartbeat of losing every damn thing here.
Given the lackluster efforts to keep the doors open and the blog breathing you might wonder if I care.
The answer is I do and I suspect a few others do too.
So if you stick around I expect you’ll see some movement here…soon.
He told me the thing he remembered the most wasn’t the silver bracelets that kept his arms behind his back or the smell of a car interior in desperate need of an odor neutralizer.
Nor was it the chatter of the radio or cackling of the people who saw him get his silver bracelets.
It was a hand.
“The hand on the back of your head stays with you. That rough push down that they do to keep you from banging it on the door frame is the clearest sign that you are not seen as a human.
It is a rough shove like they would give livestock they are guiding into the barn, which I guess is kind what happens.
Because they lead you to a barn or maybe a pen is a better word and lock you in.”
The tweet read, “I like you, get a grip” or something like that.
It made me wonder what the author’s intentions were because if he really likes me and desired to motivate me to rethink my position that tweet was misguided.
Hell, it wasn’t misguided, it is a prime example of how to encourage me to tell you that you’re profoundly ignorant, willfully blind and probably mentally ill.
Ok, that last part is my irritation rising to the surface and sharing its voice with the world.
But the other parts, well I mean them.
I was familiar with some of the author’s beliefs prior to their tweet and had already decided not to bother engaging with them about politics.
Not because I thought it was polite but because their aforementioned ignorance and unwillingness to consider other options made it seem like a waste of time.
I’ll admit my initial response to the tweet was to send something back that expressed my displeasure in no uncertain terms.
Hell, they are lucky I don’t have a phone number because I would have unloaded upon them.
Some of it is because they deserve a verbal ass kicking and because I hope it would wake them up because we’re not living in normal times.
We’re not dealing with a good president surrounded by good people.
There is bad stuff going on and this fool is trying to gaslight us into believing that he is our savior and not an inveterate liar and manipulator.
He is not a steward of our rights and someone who understands how to reach across the table to negotiate compromise.
No, he is a Machiavellian fool who believes fear and cruelty should be part of how you crush the opposition.
So the foolish person who suggests I ought to get a grip better hope and pray that I am truly wrong here because their rights are getting crushed along with mine.
They better pray this doesn’t go down the dark path we are on because it will hurt all of us and the net result could be very ugly.
But what do I know.
Maybe I am wrong and the fool prefers to let the government tell us what to think and maybe they think women are silly little creatures who overreact.
Wouldn’t surprise me because their profound myopia sure makes it look like that.
Your friend Traveling Jack hasn’t given up blogging or forgotten about you and the joint that started the ride.
He still lives, breathes and writes albeit in other places but not without regard or thought for those who only know him here.
Sometimes he thinks about writing with the sort of blistering honesty he hasn’t used in quite some time.
It is not because he doesn’t want to or hasn’t felt the need in forever because he has but there are consequences to opening yourself up in that manner.
Consequences that you can’t control or predict with the sort of accuracy one would like.
You could end up as Ozymandias or the Passionate shepherd–maybe both.
So here at The Undying Blog we reaffirm that which we haven’t said in forever.
We say that those who remember the days of Judy, Hamilton Guy and Willie remember a love that doesn’t just flame out and go away no matter what others may say.
We say that ring of fire burns and that you have to make an active choice to follow or ignore.
The decision isn’t simple or easy and at this time doesn’t require a life long commitment nor does one decision preclude making another.
But that is now and who can say what we will experience down the road.
Maybe the words of the prophet shall come back to haunt us or maybe they shall lead to healing.
And let us say, “amen.”
Let us say some loves last and some fizzle but even those that fizzle can spark up again and remind us of the warmth they can provide.
And that warmth can be felt and seen, like a star in the night sky it can help you find your way back.
Confusion may accompany it, but only that caused by a refusal to take action.
