THOUGHT POLICE

What would Jesus do in a time like this? He would support the underdog, the common people. He would fight with us against the censorship, the attack on life and the sacred union between a man and a woman. He would fight against the fear-mongering in the media. He would urge us not to blindly react to whatever awful events we’re shown. He would fight division and help us unite again as a people.

He would be totally against cancel culture. He would rally us to celebrate our commonality, not hate our neighbors because they wave a flag that you personally don’t like. This isn’t about you folks! That is the great blunder of this era; complete and utter individualism at all cost. And guess what, it’s costing us a lot. I would even argue it’s costing our beautiful America it’s soul.

Only the Good die young

I have become my father. Quite figuratively. I spend nearly all of my time out of doors. He was always on his porch. Sitting on a bench carved by his deceased best friend. There he would sip his coffee and listen to the local rock n’ roll radio station. Or be listing to the Beatles, The White Album for the 1008th time and singing along. Come noon a satisfying crack, busting open the sweet bliss of the goddess of hops. And he would sip and sing, sip and read the newspaper, sip and pet his dogs, and sip and stare off into the forest, his eyes engaged in a projector reel of his own life somewhere in space between the trees. Many deep sighs came from that bench, and shaking heads of disbelief. He chooses to stay in the forest. Away from the world he no longer understands. I have be come my father.