If I don’t write stuff down I’ll forget it. Most of the time that’s just fine with me. But if I really wanna remember something I better have a written reminder, and preferably, one I won’t overlook. Can’t just put a note on a loose pile of papers, cause sure as shit I won’t see it. No, it’s gotta be a big old sign featured prominently like the one the Wife put on our refrigerator door: Push Me Closed. We have an older model fridge, which sometimes doesn’t close all the way because it’s so full of half eaten crap ya gotta rearrange everything inside to get what ya got out back in. It would be a shame to leave the door ajar, and let all the junk you ain’t gonna eat go bad.
Sometimes when I walk by the fridge, I wonder “Push who closed?” That reminds me, I better check the fridge to make sure it’s closed…Didn’t write it down.
Recently I’ve come to realize that life is short, and forever closer than ya might think. At anytime, the Sweet Lord Jesus could swoop down from Heaven in His chariot of fire, scoop up my ancient ass and take me away to my eternal reward.
The first thing I’d say to Him , besides “Thank you Jesus” is: “Hey Lord, don’t forget my buddy Jock”.
Yep, Ol’ Hansi has gone over to the dark-side of politics, and is now a Conservative. Although I’ve been a liberal (of the bleeding heart variety) for just about all my adult life, I’ve found that lately I haven’t been happy. In fact, I’ve been down-right grumpy, cynical and pissed off… all the time. My frustration usually starts early in the a.m. when I watch Morning Joe (a liberal MSNBC talk-show) and continues into the evening chased by more
left-wing progressive talking head shows.
From now on none of that stuff is gonna bother me anymore. If I hear something I disagree with, no problem…it’s fake news. Donald Trump is a great president. He knows the art of the deal. He’s gonna make America great again (if all them liberals and illegal aliens would get outta the way). Cause he’s a business man, he’ll drain the swamp in Washington – Stormy Daniels monkey business notwithstanding. I no longer care about the double standard and am very concerned about the unborn. Hey, everybody knows if one standard is good, two’s gotta be better, and once outside the womb, it’s open-season on your ass! Besides, as a newly converted conservative, I now know the secret password (jesus…but don’t tell anybody) which is like a ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ card. All this new found euphoria ain’t gonna come cheap for Ol’ Hansi. I gotta rush out and buy a gun to protect my Second Amendment rights; everything is gonna be just fine once I’m fully armed.
Wow…All this new-found conservatism is starting to look really good. I’m a lot happier now, but I don’t think I’ll be ripping-up my medical marijuana prescription just yet. Never know when you’ll need a little help from on High.
Disclaimer: My writing skills being what the may, some folks might misconstrue this as absolute truth, instead of parody, satire, sarcastic lampoonery or just plain bullshit as was my intention.
A lot was going on in July of 2017. Unfortunately, this is just about all of it I can remember – and only because of thorough documentation,. I’m finding that if I don’t write it down , I’m not gonna remember it. [I haven’t found out yet that prioritizing things in order of importance is of any substantial value].
Although I’m glad that I did document these images, the downside of featuring the date so prominently, kinda sucks the possibility of other titles out of consideration. “Love Is In The Air” could have been a good one; “Hanging Loose In the Heavens” another. “No Time For Romance” is a hot one. “More Strange Shit” overstates the obvious. You can call it anything you want.
Nope. It’s now forever etched into your memory. No matter how hard ya try, you won’t be able to un-see this image. It’s in there forever, kinda like the digital history of all the smutty porn sites you’ve been to and think you’ve erased by clearing your browser history and cookies. Not so. It’s on your permanent record, and it can’t be wiped clean.
Sorry. Maybe I should’ve posted a warning.
Although it may not seem like it at times, the world isn’t such a bad place. The earth is still my favorite planet despite all its shortcomings. That’s why at least once a day, when the situation warrants, I try to smile. It’s good for ya.
Love comes in many forms, and positions too. Loving-kindness is one of the Buddhist Divine Abodes, along with compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity. In Christian thought love is greater than hope or even faith (according to Paul). He thought love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. The Beatles thought love was all ya need, but can’t buy it.