I am quite amused by the claim of the rabid mongrel bitch that " I destroy God's Children". Who would that describe ???????
I am not theological in orientation and live by my own codes. I do not place my morals on other people and could care less what others think. My principles are those of the founding fathers whom racist imbeciles and Marxist clowns know zero about.
Sorry, but if I want a lecture about God I will discuss it with the Beloved Rav Roov, Junglemom, Justin Morris, Warren, TMW, Z or anyone else who can buy a clue. I run a blog dedicated to my friends and for my enjoyment. As for my personal life, I live a rather unexceptional ordinary life.
I have wonderful relationship with the Tranquil Sea and am serving as a Parental figure to the Beloved Sprite who fills my heart with joy.
There are many people out there who lead empty wasted lives. One sees a typical life filled with love, family and career in these pages. People like Warren and AOW who have dedicated themselves in loving relationships are my heroes. They can write volumes and all I have is just the routine poetry. TMW working hard to raise her kids after her husband has passed away is to be admired. Z whose deep love for her late husband was evident in words.
What does one say of a man near 60 who thinks he is Peter Pan. Where are the great loves of a normal man in the Gourd Dancer. His soul is barren and filled with hate for those of different pigmentation. Do I care that my step daughter is many shades darker? Not at all as every day is a joy. She made me a play dough Golem to protect me after hearing the legend. Such a noble gesture is beyond the grasp of Yeagley. We went to the live food store up the block and she hid behind me as the live crabs scared her. I responded with a gentle look and gesture. A person of depth knows these simple parts of life. You can find these snap shots of life in that of any ordinary man or woman. I love the Tranquil Sea as God made her with hair and skin dark as night yet soft as butter to my touch. I love her resilience and she loves my passion and warmth.
Those who are alive live and those who are not can only be green with envy.
Whatever, I must answer for in the after life is no doubt mundane. My life is dedicated to public service and those family and friends nearby. I will accept blame for my wrongs and take credits for my rights with the dignity I lived my life.
I will not be judged by a Truck Stop Seniors looking for the near dead, nor by the Gourd Dancer.
While Alive Live Love and Grow as there is plenty of time to lay around when we are no more.