All American White Men Are Evil

I’m always amused when I hear some fool say on television, “We are seeing history”, or muse about some event as history being made...no kidding idiot, anything that happens becomes history or historic...there’s nothing significant or groundbreaking about that...what is different is that some history is more noteworthy and likely to be remembered than other kinds...in our own lives, we have certain things that stand out from the past...for some reason unclear undefined or understandable, there are those things that have a seemingly permanent place in that little corner of the mind that the great architect designed to hold such things...some are trivial, silly things to others, but they are historic to us...and some things remain remembered for no reason whatsoever and we need a delete file button to press to erase them from our hard drive and free up space so that we can remember stuff that we really want to remember... another thing about history is it isn’t always the truth despite what the ‘authorities’ want you to believe...for thousands of years, history has been embellished, whitewashed, or twisted into some kind of lie...go through any older history book and you will find things that are not quite the truth...lies, exaggerations, half-truths...they’re all there--whatever it takes to present their ‘version of the truth’...like when one side writes things about a war—the winners always write the ‘definitive’ version of what actually happened even though it may not have actually happened that way--and it’s accepted as fact by most people...these days, a new version of history is being written about old history and many people want to rewrite history to paint a more favorable portrait of things or to push a social agenda...something like how physically challenged eskimos actually played a huge part in the winning of World War I...you know something to push the desired agenda and place in history...and certain people want to try and minimize the evil white man’s role in anything good...all American white men are evil right?..we all are the white devil--I mean if you watched that dreck of a movie ‘Wonder Woman’, you would certainly think so...an American Indian fighting wearing native dress because the WHITE MAN stole his land, another guy complaining the WHITE MAN wouldn’t let him be an actor...true, some did but why pound it over somebody else’s head?...am I supposed to feel guilty?...well, the brainwashing is working on some but not me...I don’t go to that many movies, but I’ve noticed a new trend in films...whereas the black guy was always the first to die, now the theme is that the white man is evil or stupid and gets his comeuppance like in the movie ‘The Meg’ for example...this usually involving being killed...if a white guy isn’t evil, you can bet he usually has an Australian accent or something or is kinda dopey acting...another example was that cinematic classic ‘Unstoppable’ and no I don’t know who was in it...it had a not too bright white guy being schooled by an older black guy with a Hispanic woman who if I remember correctly was some kind of railyard boss...and sure enough there was an older white guy who played the corporate bad guy...what a surprise...--but about all white men being evil...uh, noooo...some are evil of course but they can’t all be painted with the same broad brush any more than you can ‘paint’ any other group...you just can’t believe ‘history’ anymore though and the way the world is going, I’m not sure you can believe anything anymore, words pictures ‘facts’...it’s like a ride at Disney World...everything seems to be fake now no matter how much they try to make it look real.

Pastor Holy Joe

Hey leader of the frock that was a rock, a role model all could aspire to, outstanding member of the community,  mr. family man with the devoted wife and two and a half kids...pastor role model, he spoke in tongues or so they say and he spoke a lot of dung when I heard him and he said the Easter Bunny was evil and blamed electric for the ills of this sinful world in one of his fire and brimstone sermons that went on and on and on and on for an eternity burning in hell...not only was the devil in the details according to him, but the devil was everywhere...behind every building, tree, under every rock, inside every red blooded human...the bewildered and the naive good-hearted believed and couldn’t do enough for him and his little church The Holy Name of the Beloved Dollar or whatever it was called, located inside a double wide just off a dirt road between two cypress trees covered in moss that hangs down low and that probably wish they’d been left the hell alone...plush red pews that radiated religion and purity the good news of the book—twisted and mangled into whatever shape benefitted his viewpoint but of course he wasn’t the first or the last....the ubiquitous Sunday school with the Stepford wives and their plastic smiles and vacant eyes that saw nothing...he was quick to point out faults of others—the real and the imagined but slow to recognize his own shortcomings...imagine that...anyone that doubted him was seen by him as someone who had strayed from the flock and needed a good shearing to get back in line...lightning and thunder, thunder and lightning from the pulpit and plenty of come to god moments...all day Sunday the service would go with the occasional dinner afterwards consisting of cheap corn dogs, potato chips, and buckets of sweet tea to wash down the food and all the bullshit they were fed...he was a human 8-ball that had all the answers even when he wasn’t asked the questions and was about as accurate, but of course he would resent being compared to something he would surely consider “the devil’s work”...this guy used to do a radio show on some local Hispanic station and gave advice and pretended to be a ‘life coach’...well, one day I drove by and saw a for sale sign in front of the building and figured he must have gotten someplace bigger, but NOOOOOOOO!...the neighbor who used to go there said he ran off to New York or New Jersey with a young girlfriend he was keeping on the sly that old sly dog, that hypocrite...quite a shock to his wife, his kids, and the congregation after he ran off with the young assistant who worked with him at the church and always had on the tight skirts and blouses...rumor has it that some of the collection plate money might have been used to ‘take care’ of the mistress in question...i’m sure the congregation and the elders brought over some comfort food for the good wife and the kids afterwards...and then found a new leader that they could believe in...meanwhile pastor holy joe absconded with a good chunk of the church money and last I heard they were still looking for mr. holy joe and his christian values and his hot girlfriend...no surprise to me there...nor am I surprised when other churches wind up in the news when accusations and a whole kind of sensation revelation are made against the ‘youth pastor’ who turns out to be a child molestor and once again the people at the church are ‘shocked’...they can’t believe that could happen...and gee, he always loved to work with kids...i wonder why???

Drift Away

Imagine having this kind of experience when you’re totally not expecting it...your laying on the couch or the bed, chilling, relaxing on the sofa vista, laying back in your recliner, sitting in the loveseat without the love of your life or whatever...you’re looking at nothing in particular because it’s your place and there isn’t anything in particular worth looking at is there?...then without any kind of surgeon general’s warning or civil defense announcement or air raid like sirens going off nor effort on your part...gradually the lights in the room blur and seem to start moving...no, what?...they are moving...or at least seem to be...maybe some extra lights appear too…soft pastelly colors of green and purple maybe, or maybe soft white lights that help set the mood...slowly, slowly...you start to feel as though you are floating weightlessly…free and easy peasy...then it seems like you are drifting, just drifting away somewhere in space...maybe into a secret stratosphere?...who knows?...all this without the help of a bottle of Wild Irish Rose or some pricey vodka that doesn’t taste any different from the low end kind that you have to get on your knees and reach to the back of the bottom shelf of your favorite purveyor of spirits store to get...this is pure natural participation in another world type of reality and being...it isn’t anything conjured up or manufactured in any way--anyway this feeling is one where you’re just drifting along in peace and floating on a sea or cloud of ataraxia...floating  floating floating—pleasant all the same...the longer you drift and lift...sometimes it feels like you’re drifting through space, brushing by the moon, touching the stars and the constellations, taking a bite out of the Milky Way with its chocolate caramel nougat...and maybe, maybe you are even drifting through time even...minutes and years and millenniums dissolve...time is no longer real and you’re going into a different kind of dimension...a third, fourth, or even fifth?...maybe while all this is going on, you start to look inwards and begin to ponder...ponder the wonder of it all maybe--ponder the ponderable...your mind is just an open field and the gate to the corral is wide open and you are ready to run like a wild horse…there’s just a feeling of calmness about the whole thing...no fear at all, no anxiety, no nerves...just pure tranquility...all your problems have slipped away...and then…...everything slowly comes back into focus...this feeling of ecstasy has ceased and once again you sense yourself laying on the couch and the lights come back into a state of fixed reality and you’ve got what is known among the jargon of doctorates and titans of the psychological industry as a ‘warm and fuzzy’ feeling inside of you...soon, real life experiences intercede...you don’t know what happened, but you’re glad it did and hope it happens again soon...this type of experience happens to everyday people...Joe Sixpacks and Oliver O. Officetypes...you don’t need to be of the paranormal leaning persuasion to encounter such a phenomenon...it happens to some people and never to some...some people scoff, brush off, dismiss, reject, ridicule and scorn ideas of this type of thing occurring, but what do they know for no one has an understanding of these profound experiences...they haven’t had the pleasure of it all...pleasure and magical experiences tend to avoid these carcasses of negativity...they probably don’t believe in rainbow colored unicorns either...who wouldn’t want a feeling of joy and peace?