Good morning, dear friends and bizarrely reading “enemies”. Now, I like to consider myself as a man without enemies, even those who hate me are still my brothers, sisters and non binary whatever you care to identify as’ers. Humanity transcends such trivial rivalries and I’ll always be here to welcome any who would properly welcome others. Every moment is a new opportunity to spurn hate and embrace all that this World truly is.
I was accused recently of being a, “modernist”, as though that’s some kind of insult. If anything, it exists solely as an indictment on the history of our species itself. Truly a revolutionary view to attempt minimizing contempt via love. For an atheist, it sure feels as though I’m channeling some Jesus vibes here. Purely coincidental, I assure you, though I do happen to look rather marvelous in sandals. Additionally, with blonde hair and blue eyes, apparently I fit the ferociously apocryphal western visualization. Must have been tough for the Big J, being the only white dude in the middle-east… I get that everyone wants to embody their savior, but perhaps it’s a touch more important to do so in mentality than physicality. But that’s just one humble carpenter’s view. I assembled an IKEA entertainment unit recently, you see.
With the surprising attempted uprising of racist comments from the preceding entry, the timing feels right for today’s piece to find daylight. Let’s see who my seemingly innocuous words trigger today. I’m hardly a firebrand, no burning bushes here. Not since the genital lice were attended to anyway. My apologies to any actual genital lice sufferers for the chuckle at your expense, let’s scratch away the stigma, no?
By the way, I have to approve any comments before they appear so stop wasting your time with any sickening vitriol or disgusting rhetoric. When you’re ready to engage meaningfully that’s a different matter, but advocating self-harm and murder are hardly constructive.
“Hate-Learning”, May 20, 2021.
Flea bites and pin pricks
Raising welts, depleting spirits
Ill preceptor’s puerile disdain.
Initial joy so crisply vivacious
Greets a cruelly patient world
With all its improper time
And scant feasible alternative.
Abundant, vexing presumption
A congested, reeking hazard
Rancid, enveloping blur
The nefariously vital stench.
All air and sense drawn out
Implacable and choking
Rendering perversely vulnerable
Despotic crafts, insipid design.
I chose to speak no further on such deplorable matters today for the sake of my own psyche. If one tries picturing the aggregate pain and misery among us, it far exceeds my ability to retain any semblance of optimism. But the individual good employed by millions will continue to be our inspiration and I sincerely thank every one of you. Be blessed, my friends, you deserve it!
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales,
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.