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Thank You Jesus

Thank you Jesus. Thank you Jesus. Thank you Jesus. And in case thrice is not enough. One mo time: Thank You Jesus. Or as the Munchkins sang when Dorothy’s house landed on the Wicked Witch of the East in the Land of Oz: “Ding-Dong the Witch is dead, the Wicked Witch, the Wicked Witch, Ding-Dong the Wicked Witch is dead.” We all know the lord is long-suffering. But it’s been four long years and I think we’ve all suffered long enough. Donald Trump is no longer president. It’s been a rough four years, longer if ya count all the bullshit running up to his election in 2016, but it’s now over. Thank you sweet Jesus, the wicked Dong is gone.

This reminds me of the age old dilemma about suffering. If God is good and filled with love, why does He allow so much evil and suffering in the world? Beats me. The traditional answer has always been: Because God has given men (and a growing number of women) freedom of choice. [I said ‘ a growing number’ because a lot of women don’t have freedom of choice when it comes to their own bodies. It’s funny, but actually sadly pathetic, that the common refrain from the conservative right when it came to mandatory mask wearing during Covid was; “I can’t breath” ( a mockery of George Floyd?) “I want control over my body, not someone in the guvernment tellin’ me what I can and can’t do”. Phucking hypocrites!]

Regarding suffering. Maybe I’m not a deep thinker, but I’ve never found any benefit from dying in a war, premature death due to disease, or starvation, which holds no appeal to me whatsoever. All that shit does is make ya dead, not a better person. Freedom of choice is a myth anyway. I’d prefer to not pay taxes, but cough-up my fair share every April 15th to avoid a world of hurt. So I guess my free choice is to pay or hurt. Some choice.

“Hansi, you’ve had too much medication.” Well I don’t know about that. All I know is Trump is gone and everything is gonna be better and everybody is gonna be happy. “Like I said Hansi, You’ve had way too much medication”.

Comments on: "Thank You Jesus" (2)

  1. I keep breaking down crying out of nowhere. Like someone died. It feels as if the last four years were taken away from us and we didn’t have the luxury of grief because it was too easy to fear it would never stop. I thought about living the rest of my life in a dictatorship where I couldn’t even write a snarky comment about the leadership without wondering when I’d hear a knock on the door. It’s gonna take a few days.

    We are making homemade pizza and bought ice cream, something I don’t like that much and almost never eat, but I gather Joe Biden does. Just seems necessary to have a dinner and dessert that are sort of comfort-foody and honor the moment, you’re looking at a woman who usually wants a wok full of vegetables or a big bowl of lentil soup.

    And I’m drinking port at two in the afternoon, which isn’t a first, but I’m going to go have another one.

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