Thursday, October 2, 2014

blessed be those who wear clean underwear...for they shall not offend

so.... I stumbled on this... “Blessed are the weird people–poets, misfits, writers, mystics…painters & troubadours–for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”

Moab Dichleer and I kinda liked it. Misfits...if you say it over and over it sounds like oven mits or something. Milwaukee Misfits would also be just a peachy name for a baseball team. But I kind of thought a little more about the Blessed thing. I mean, if we are going to go around blessing Misfits....why gees, I am sure there are others that could use a good blessing... ....
Blessed are the poor in spirit for they have not had enough beer.
Blessed are they who mourn, for they didn't cover the point spread on the last Packer game.
Blessed are the meek, for they never get laid. Blessed are the clean of heart, now if they would only clean their underwear is what I'm thinking.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they hang out with the meek.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be subject to ridicule and scorn by the Tea Party.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called wimps and shipped off to Iraq.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,* for their commie pinko attitude gets them shit from everyone.
Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you 'cause that'll teach you to be a guest on Bill O'Reilly's show! HA!
So anyways, Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great unless you are audited by the IRS. Then you can just go hang out with the meek and curse your brother-in-law who did your taxes.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Burned out...toasty, working on staying tasty

well...I sure haven't written anything here in a bunch. They call it, 'visually' impaired. Hd this laptop set up with great big letters and stuff, and with some difficulty, I can still type, but it got hard to do. And when they reconfigured it, somehow the tool bar on blogger semi-disappeared. paragraphs disappeared...welll here's the story, a week or so ago my apartment house caught fire and well, gosh, I became a displace person. Really....so anyways...for theraputic reasons, I am going to come back. Maybe some readers are left or maybe not, but I never started this thing to be a Hemingway...it was just to get stuff off my mind, to reach out to like minded folks....and, let's be honest..it was good fun. I think it can still be fun. Hope to hear from ya'll...Iza gonna post and get around....again. Stuff.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

pppfffffffffffffffffffffttttttttttttttttttttttt

well, still can't see very well. Still can't make paragraphs on blogger....but I scrapped together enough money for a beer. back later.

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