It’s not just Sunday. It happens a lot, because, as some of you know, I’m a big fat idiot. Sometimes. Oh, I can pull the wool over several readers’ eyes and appear to be halfway intelligent, but the truth is the truth. There are messages coming in, and I get the intent mixed up.
Is the message meant to encourage me? Am I ok? Am I supposed to be allowed to rest, or am I supposed to be motivated to work? Does she love me? Really, or is it all a show to get me to keep doing so much housework and keep going to work at my day job? Does my family care? Or should I be alarmed by the message, or is it a “sign” I should pay attention to, take a warning from, or react in some way.
At this point let me confess that I started writing this blog a while ago. I had asked a lady on the internet if I could send my readers to her website by a link. Most of the time I don’t feel obligated but she had a note on her site that made me decide it was a better idea to ask permission than to beg forgiveness. I sent her an email and I understand not everyone checks, because I don’t always check, but I’ve been waiting to see if she would grant the permission and she hasn’t, so I can’t refer you to her website but you can find it eventually if you research omens. I thought the content was interesting, but being an intelligent woman of discriminating taste, perhaps she looked at my content and decided to wisely and silently decline. It’s fine. If you feel like searching for information about omens, eventually you’ll find her site. Maybe it’ll be an interesting search and curious people will learn curiously interesting things. I just published it without including the web address, and now I get a bunch of psychic/tarot/responses, and I can’t tell if they’re actually blogspam, or if they are legitimate lovely people sharing the love. They’re sitting in the WordPress spam folder right now, I’ll decide sometime what to do with them. We now return to ancient content.
I left the church building after hearing a message that was sort of a mixed bag of information, and we sang that song where I have to stop singing part of it. The song is a modern choruses and it talks about God in glowing, fantastic terms that are all completely true.
It’s really a great song until 1:02 when it starts describing my own heart, and I can’t sing that because right now, and for a long time, it’s not true. It doesn’t accurately describe my heart.
Speaking of hearts, my daughter just made me describe the tricuspid valve, I swear it’s the absolute truth.
That all (except the one paragraph) was a few weekends ago. Since that time there have been events I haven’t bothered to write about. All certain things do is bring out people’s fighting side, and I don’t want to be about that. I’ll only say, as if you didn’t know what I was talking about already, that I went on record with my hatred of both candidates the American people were stupid enough to choose as their front runners, and so now we have one of them as our new President, and we have his pick as Vice President, and may God turn both of their hearts to wisdom and righteousness. Don’t tell me “a president isn’t the same as a king.” I know, but the Bible, figuratively as some people want to interpret it when they don’t like what it literally says, and, literally as some people want to interpret it some of the time when it suits their annoying argument against the rest of its’ context, can have literal and figurative meanings at the same time. Figuratively, our new president is like a king, in that he is the leader of the country. So, all you so-called Christ followers and/or Biblical scholars who just want to pick a fight and be right, maybe you and I can pray in agreement for a change, and just pray for our new President and his idiotic crony administration just like I did for our previous President and his idiotic crony administration, for God to literally guide their decisions and words so we don’t get our whole country, figuratively or literally, blown to shit.
Protesters, your children are watching. I watched a little shit on the news bragging about setting a fire, and speaking about our newly elected President in an entirely disrespectful way, and I wanted to slap his ass to Iran or Afghanistan so he could learn how much better it is to live in those countries. And his little shit family with him. He may have the legal right to burn my flag, but that, friends, doesn’t prevent me from suggesting he find an alternate country to live in, one he can love.
I’m a patriot (though not a fan of The Patriots). If you don’t love your country, and you can at all afford it, either step in and do something to help, or step the fuck out. I have no time for people who promised to leave if [insert politician name] is elected to [insert political office here]. I have even less time for them if they don’t leave when it happens. Buh bye, best of luck in whatever other country you choose. And I have no time for rich fucks who sit on their asses and their assets and don’t help anyone. Fucking useless. (See also, one of my favorite verses, Proverbs 3:27, and another, Isaiah 1:17, and another https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts+4%3A32-35&version=NIV ) I read these verses and I don’t understand why when someone is in need, someone doesn’t step up and help. But all I can do is pray, for myself, and for others I know who are in more dire need than I (am).Whatever. The rambly rant says, in short, I’m unsure of myself, I don’t like bullshitters from religious encounters or from secular encounters, and if you can do something good for someone else, as one of my relatives is fond of saying, “just fucking do it.”Insert a certain corporate logo here, you know the one, it’s in your head.And now, this:An old blog from someone who writes completely better than I (do) who is decidedly, completely better than I (am) :https://christypovolish.wordpress.com/2009/12/10/you-cant-do-everything-but-you-can-do-something/and if you followed all of that stream of consciousness, you’ll either love or hate this: