Arrested For Driving While Blind

Buddy

Arrested for driving while blind. Friends and neighbors, brothers and sisters, that old ZZ Top line is about the only thing I haven’t done, and I’ve done it all. If there is anything I missed, it’s only because no one told me about it. If you want to dig dirt on me, you’d better bring a dump truck. I have been in country music for forty plus years, and I mean the real music business. I wasn’t just hanging around some bar, hoping my family might drop in and hear me play a guitar, I was a writer, and I wrote my way all the way to Nashville. Unless you’ve been living under a big yellow rock you’ve probably heard something I have written.

My mother once told me that if I ever hurt a decent girl she’d beat me to death with an iron skillet, so for the first four marriages (yeah, I said four) I married sluts. Number five was a thirty year ordeal, where I kept trying to leave, and she kept following. We finally divorced, but she wouldn’t let me leave, so here I am. As time and tears went by I began to settle down. There were two major factors contributing to this: One, I got too damn old, and two, I got tired of making bail. Somehow I came through all of this with my health, which is a miracle, because I quit drinking when they invented the funnel. Today I will still take a little Jim Beam, but nowhere near my glory days. I’m partial to a martini.

So where am I going with all of this? It’s simple actually. I see people all the time living in the past. They had a bad childhood. Let me tell you about a bad childhood. I am certified white trash. The first time I saw a fruit display on a formal table I tried to eat the wax apple. I hear someone on Doctor Phil going on and on about an abusive father, but let me school you, my dad was a roofer in Texas for thirty years, and being a roofer in Texas is about as bad a job as you can get, if you don’t count being a slave. My dad wouldn’t whip us, he’d knock us through the wall. Good news was that we were quick, and he only had to knock us through one wall for us kids to catch on. We were so poor we thought the people on welfare had government jobs because they had a check!

Human beings become better through ordeal. Steel becomes stronger through tempering. What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. Texas has never been easy. This is hard country out here. Our wages are low, and our hours are long, but we know the deal. You really have to believe in God, because if you don’t then none of this makes any sense. I couldn’t understand a word of the Bible until I was thirty-five years old. We had that old King James Version, and with all the “Thees” and “Thous” I just couldn’t connect the dots. Life connected the dots for me. I began to realize that if you cast your bread upon the water you’d get back a sandwich.

Writers are a special lot. For me, writing is therapy. As the words form on the page I vocalize, and when I vocalize, I begin to see the logic, and understand not only other people, but my own situation. I don’t believe in all this psychiatry stuff, and theories, or drugs, or mind control. I believe that most thinking people, over fifty years, can figure out what hurts, and what doesn’t hurt. You begin to see that there is room in the world for other ideas, and just because you don’t agree with them, they are just ideas. When I hear a liberal expounding some whacky “Bernie Sanders” plan, I know it won’t work, but rather than go tit for tat I understand that it’s all fine because good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, they’ll have the same fifty years that I had to figure it all out. It’s all so simple. This will put a meal on the table, and that won’t.

I do understand the Bible now, but there’s a lot of “fluff” in it. The truths that Jesus spoke of were down to earth facts. Don’t judge. I never judge! When someone does something that I think is bad, I’ll just remember back when I did exactly the same thing, and be glad the statute of limitations has run out. We have all fallen short of the glory, and I fell short the day the doctor said, “Hey,” and I said, “Huh?”

It all boils down to this: You get what you expect. If you dwell in the past you will always be there. If you set goals, no matter how remote, you may not get there, but you’ll be on the way, and the journey is half the joy. We all make mistakes. What seemed so serious back then, will just be funny as you recount it to a friend at a local pub. The sad part of life is if you live long enough to figure it out then you’ll come to the same conclusions that I did after you are old, and young people have it all “figured out,” and will not listen as they begin their journey toward “the truth.”

If you want to dig dirt on me, you’d better bring a dump truck, because I’ve done it all, and if there’s anything I missed it’s only because no one told me about it, and I’m man enough to admit it! I’ve found one person who totally understands me. She sleeps with me, eats with me, agrees with everything I say, and cries when I’m away. In the spirit of the recent Supreme Court ruling on marriage I have decided to marry my dog.

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Time Was

Time was when you could write, or say anything so long as you didn’t threaten someone or incite violence. The idea of free speech was foundational to the republic. If you were out in left field everyone would just think you were stupid and ignore you.

Time was when every little Texas town had a homosexual or two and nobody cared. They stayed off to themselves and the lady’s garden society loved them. They didn’t march in the street, or jail little old ladies for exercising their conscience. We all laughed at Paul Lynn, and listened to Liberace.

Time was when you could swat your kids on the butt in the grocery store and everyone approved you as a good parent. Your kids weren’t taught sex in school, and daddy was still the greatest, because he was dad, and every little girl wanted to grow up, and marry someone just like him.

Time was, when stopped for a traffic stop, you would get out of the car and take out your driver’s license as you walked back to the officer, who appreciated your courtesy and respect. Police got free coffee and food because merchants wanted them to come around. An officer rarely raised his voice, and he was almost always right, because he really did serve and protect.

Time was you could carry your guns in a rack in your pickup and nobody but the deer cared. The very idea that you couldn’t defend your family and home because black lives mattered was alien. Your family’s life mattered, and that was that. Your home was your castle and the fourth amendment meant exactly what it said.

Time was when the president said something you respected it even if you didn’t agree because he was the president. Everyone knew politicians would put a spin on things, but in the end they knew that America was America, the flag was the flag, and they worked for the people of America, not the UN. If they’d ever heard of a “Benghazi” they would have thought it was a James Bond movie.

Time was when a teacher sent a note home you sided with the teacher simply because she WAS the teacher. The first words out of your parent’s mouths would be, “What did you do?”

Time was if you missed church everybody knew it and one of the routine questions you asked a new friend was what faith they followed because there simply wasn’t anyone who didn’t believe in God.

Time was when you found that your favorite movie star was getting a divorce you were shocked because personally you only knew one person who ever got one and everyone treated them as if they had tuberculosis.

Time was if you stood on the constitution in court or anywhere else it was a no brainer because everyone knew the constitution was the constitution and that was that. The language in the Bill of Rights was so simple that any farmer could understand it.

Time was when a woman stayed home and took care of the kids she was known as a good mother, and raised her girls that way, too.

Time was when the preacher would drop by if word got out that a family was having difficulties.

Time was when a dollar was inscribed “Silver Certificate” and stood for an honest dollar which would buy enough gasoline for three days work.

Time was if you didn’t have a job you just went to jail until you figured it out. This is the world I lived in in 1957 in Shreveport. Time was…

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Cowboys and Fairies

Utah just keeps coming up aces. I was looking for something to chew on today and lo and behold the right honorable Judge Scott Johansen of Price, Utah just handed me a daisy. He raised the concerns of The Utah Division of Child and Family services when he removed a baby from the foster care of two lesbians and placed it with a more, shall we say, normal couple. The two faggots, or rather fagesses were in a routine hearing when the judge brought the hammer down. They are part of a group now allowed to foster stemming from the SCOTUS ruling allowing rainbow flags for everyone. I told you people about Porter, didn’t I? First the Mormon prophet clarified the Church stance on this kind of thing, and now a judge has cemented that position. The lawyers up there are saying that they believe the judge’s religion views may have influenced his ruling. You think?
Nobody wants to call this what it is. Well, that’s my job. Doc Greene said I’m an equal opportunity offender so here goes. Homosexuals should not be raising kids. Why? Because their homosexual, that’s why. What kind of life is the kid going to have? Go to school and all the other kids have a normal home, and they’re the one with two mommies, or two daddies. You know, the couple no one looks at during a PTA meeting. The Mafia hit man, Ice Man, once got next to a victim in a crowded night club by dressing gay because he’d observed the previous night that no one would look directly at a gay couple dancing. Popped the guy with a needle and his death ruled a heart attack until years later with the Ice Man told about it on an HBO special. That’s how weird gays really are! And a kid is saddled with that?
Utah is a great big pool of common decency. The liberal left is so into PC that when a man stands up for that decency, and calls it what it really is they lose their minds. I’d marry a girl from Utah except for two things; I drink whiskey and smoke cigars. Of course the Gay Alliance is all over this. It remains to be seen how the judge’s ruling holds up, but please note in my humble opinion 99.99 percent of the population up there is on the judge’s side, but we’ve already seen the will of the people means absolutely nothing to the Obama administration. If he had two daughters they’d look like the foster parents. Wait, he does have two daughters, but I digress.
My former sister in law got married in Utah last night. She married a man, which was very politically incorrect, but a woman officiated so I guess it’ll pass in the whacked out world of LGBT order. There is a fight coming, and brothers and sisters, them Mormons ain’t gonna back off on this. We’re about to play cowboys and fairies. There is a lot at stake. Just like I said last week, Utah is a great prize for the gays. Remember when Wendy Davis tried to turn Texas blue? Well, the LGBT is trying to turn Utah pink. If you think that’s going to happen have I got a temple for you, and it’s on sale!

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Relationships

Relationships are difficult to understand. What sets off attraction is a complex maze of chemistry, psychology and desire. You have no control over these factors but you do have control over how you react to them. Chemical changes in the brain have been supported by studies that can be verified. The heart can only be verified when it is broken.

You’ll never get over love. The pain you feel at separation will never go away. I fell in love with someone a long time ago and even today the mention of her name will mist my eyes. One so loved becomes larger than life and they become a very real part of your being.

No medicine, no philosophy, no religion will save you from this. They are all empty words that will not quiet your passion nor sooth your soul. If there is betrayal or if the love is unreturned you will seek oblivion. As time passes this too will pass but the feeling will always be there just below the surface.

Man has an intellectual ability to understand this and if not rise above it at least live with it. These feelings fulfill you. Great art comes from these feelings. That’s what makes us human. There should be no guilt because you loved a woman. Love is never wrong, it’s what you do with it that makes it right or wrong. Good love will build you up and a bad love will tear you down.

There are those who will try to reason you away from your feelings but their words will fall upon deaf ears. You, and only you will make the choice to walk away and it will hurt. Willie Nelson wrote, “If guilt is the question, then truth is the answer, and I’ve been lying to me all along.”

There is no rhyme or reason to love. It is something you must work out for yourself. The good news is that one day the sun will rise and though the one so lost will always cause you a moment of reflection it will sustain you not destroy you and you will in fact be stronger for it.

You may never find another or perhaps you will but the most important thing is to find yourself. Once you discover yourself you will understand that no woman, no religion or no mantra can make or break you. Be YOU! Everything else is only commentary.

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I Have a Dream

I have a dream. I see an America where you can go into a restroom at any time, regardless of gender, and indulge in any act of depravity that suits your fancy, I have a dream. I envision a time when you can have relations with any person, of any sex, anywhere, anytime, and if that person is a child it will be understood that you are not diseased you are only “minor attracted,” I have a dream! A world where only the most disenfranchised, the most confused, the most sociopathic are allowed to have a gun and the rest are secure in gun free zones oh, I have a dream today.

I can clearly see a time when the Statue of Liberty will welcome the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to take everything they can without even a bubble gum wrapper of paperwork allowing entry, and their culture will supplant the Constitution because a goat herder talked to some angel in a cave fourteen hundred years ago, I have a dream! I see a beautiful vision where a man is voted woman of the year, and Christian churches throw open their doors to the devil. In this brave new world the Qu’ran will be revered and the Bible will be against the law, where women wear sack cloth and high school cheer leaders are assaulted for being beautiful, oh, Lord, I have a DREAM!!

I see a world where entire cities are turned over to anyone who needs a “get out of jail free” card until those cities are degraded to the level of a war zone and no citizen is safe to even take a bus to the mall, what a glorious dream I have today. I see women being killed while having ice cream on a pier with their father and Judges at a loss trying to decide if it is a crime because the killer is not American.

In my dream I see a school system with standards so low that the Russians laugh at graduates from it who can’t even write their own names, I have a dream today. I see an economy so degraded that the Mexicans start jumping the border to get back into Mexico after they rob, rape and kill, and no man may say anything about it for fear of the god of political correctness, I have a dream today.

I dream of the day when all of God’s children, should they survive abortion, will not be judged by the content of their character, but by the content of their pocket, I have a dream. A day when they run down the middle of the street, under the Rainbow Flag screaming, “Free at Last! Free at last!” I will not be there with you. I shall not cross over. God has not chosen me. Do not be disinherited, however. I’ll be in Canada! I have a dream.

The word you’re looking for is “Facetious.”

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It’s All Going To Pot

Sat back this weekend and had a beer (or two) watching the news and regrouping. I call it, “Letting the well fill.” I have ideas flowing in my mind all the time. I’ll start watching YouTube and get on a run of videos that leads just about anywhere. Yesterday’s big push was Facebook addiction. I crappith thee not! There is an actual condition called “Facebook Addiction Disorder!” It has SYMTOMS! No, for real, and I have every one of them. I’m real good at dodging a drunk test, but this caught be a bit unawares.

As you know, I pulled back from Facebook about a week ago because I was putting a huge amount of time into it for virtually no return. Over the weekend I refined my ideas and I’m still going to post on Doc’s page, and a small private group. What I’m not going to do is sit on this porch “liking” Cob salads and dogs dancing the cha cha! My original contention was correct. Much ado about nothing. I did find one major flaw, stemming from the videos. They go on and on about once you put something on Facebook it’s there forever! You can’t really delete anything, and millions upon millions of people will see it. LIE!! Ok, lookee here. . . I’m a writer. I WANT millions of people to see my stuff. That’s my complaint! Nada! I could put a picture of myself naked on this porch typing this article and maybe, just maybe I’ll get one “like” from the gay guy around the corner.

But that’s not where the addiction comes from. That is where you check, and recheck your status, likes, news feed, whatEVER, hoping something will break. The only thing that ever happens is when you make an honest comment someone takes offense and you’re off to “Facebook Jail.” While sitting in my cell last week I came to realize that I was just as goofy as those thirteen year old airhead chicks with their pink iPhones and their “BFF.s” My granddaughter, Kylie, is cooler than I am. My other granddaughter, Jordyn, not so much. After three days in solitary I got over the shakes. Facebook reinstated me, but I didn’t go back for my fix. I pulled completely away. I did set up some rules. No more scanning the news feed. Other than my secret group, and you must be invited by an existing member to get there, I don’t comment on squat! You have to have people you really know! I once made a comment to a girl in Arizona that she was still pretty, even though she was pregnant. She was having an issue, thinking she was fat, and I was driving home the point of beautiful motherhood. Well, I’m sixty-four, and she’s twenty-one, and all her friends jumped on me calling me a creepy stalker. I un-friended everybody in Arizona and searched for a way to block anything I ever write from going there. Stalk that!

That brings me to another subject I got into this weekend. If you type in “Facebook danger” you’ll get a virtual instruction manual on how to lure teen-age girls to a city park and pick them up. It’s all in the guise of “saving the children,” but the bottom dollar is that after you watch a couple hundred of these videos you realize that teens are semi-retarded. When I was young the rules were simple; don’t talk to strangers, look both ways when you cross the street and eat all your spinach. Now you have kids who “friend” just about anybody and the first time they get invited to a face to face their only response is, “I have to wait until my parents are asleep.” Kylie would never do that. Jury’s still out on Jordyn. Matter of fact she did sneak out at least once, but we don’t like to talk about that around here. What I’m trying to say is we, as adults, seriously need to reinforce simple survival rules or the species is not going to make it. The world is changed. When I was seven a rite of passage was to be able to get on a trolley, go downtown, see a movie, and find your way back home. If you tried to teach your kid that nowadays you’d have the CPS case from hell! Like ol’ Willie said in his last song, “It’s all going to pot. . . best I can tell the world’s gone to hell, and we’re sure gonna miss it a lot!” God, I hope Trump makes it.

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The Pineapple Upside Down Cake

Texas is not the only state fed up with the Fed. A recent survey revealed that one in four Americans would be perfectly fine with divorcing the Federal government without alimony. The remaining simply don’t know what the structure of the government is, or they are buying into Abraham Lincoln’s lie. Back in the day, right after we sent the British packing, each colony ran its own show. The fine folks in New York didn’t know squat about growing cotton, and people in Virginia had never seen a bagel in their entire lives. The people ran the towns which ran the county which ran the state. Somewhere along the line they invented some body that would loosely represent all the states, which is what the colonies morphed into so that they could all get together for things that may be of interest to all combined, such as the British coming back, which they did in 1812.

It was always understood that the government you had to be concerned with was “right here,” and whatEVER that other government did was “over yonder.” They were VERY aware of the old days when the crown was WAY over yonder, taking money and taxing tea. While everyone understood the Bill of Rights (a lost art) the central government was confined to the rather short to do list called the constitution. The constitution was craftily designed that way. A bunch of rather clear, but limited rules with the understanding that the day to day affairs would be handled on a local level.

And the Bill of Rights was just a laundry list of things they already knew. They knew people had a right to pray, speak, eat dinner, protect themselves and not become their own prosecutor. The eleventh amendment should have simply been the word “but,” because after the Bill of Rights there was really nothing more to say, BUT, a lot of room for “interpretation.” Take, for example the freed slaves. You don’t have to add an amendment giving them all the rights outlined in the Bill of Rights, they already HAVE them! Nowhere in the constitution does it outline how to own people, so addressing that issue isn’t needed. We fought a war, slaves were freed, and that was that!

The reconstruction era created a whole new critter. Remember that bunch of guys down on the Potomac eating dinners and watching for the British? Well, they found out that when you free a bunch of people you create a vacuum. They just filled that vacuum with the ENTIRE south! We got “reconstructed!” And you Yankees out there rubbing yourselves suggestively, when OUR reconstruction was finished they just reconstructed you too! At this time the structure of government became one big pineapple upside down cake. Every wonder why we even have a state Capitol anymore? I mean, pass all the laws you want, but Washington DC (Damn Communists) just says, “Naw!” and you need to take your butt back to the house.

Funny thing about power is its like a potato chip; nobody can eat just one. Think of our rights as a bag of potato chips, and the Federal government as Fat Albert. The Bill of Rights is still there, but it’s just an empty bag. Simple understanding has flown out the window, been replaced with legal mumbo-jumbo and the men in black have the guns to make it count.

Some things were skipped over in the Bill of Rights. Things like boys marry girls. You see, boys and girls are different. Velma Prigmore pulled her dress up and showed me that back in the eighth grade. Get your heads out the gutter, all I saw was her underwear. Nobody thought it needed to be explained in the constitution how to make babies. Somewhere down the line the states did explain that you should keep your shenadagins to a dull roar, i. e. one girl at a time.

Now, some groups got a little frisky and figured out that it was real cool to have a bunch of wives, and I’m down with that. I, myself, would love to be having martinis on the patio with four or five Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders at my every command. I’m too old to do them any good, but the thought is nice. That makes me a creepy old pervert. Confession is good for the soul. Remember that bag of potato chips? Well, once the Fed got done with that bag of chips they were looking for a fresh bag. The states had this marriage thing down pretty good. They’d gotten into a little light pimping on the side and called it licensing. That’s where you’d run down to the courthouse and pay them to do what you’re gonna do anyway. The states never DREAMED that the big ol’ government never met Velma Prigmore.

The Supreme Court is supposed to arbitrate between litigants concerning questions about the constitution. The constitution is fairly direct, but sometimes you have to have some guys in authority say, “Uh, y’all can have guns.” They don’t MAKE laws, they EXPLAIN laws. There is no marriage laws in the constitution that I know of, but I’m just a simple ol’ boy from Austin, and I could be wrong. Don’t matter . . . SCOTUS PUT it there and we were all entertained by two rump rangers strolling into a courthouse in Kentucky and asking a little old hillbilly woman to let them get married. I’d always thought Kentucky was a fairly straight up place, but after seeing all the Nancy boys in the courthouse building that day I resolved to never drink Jim Beam again!

Well, as you know, this lady got jailed for refusing to issue the license, and the happy couple got married, skipping off to wedded bliss or a variation thereof. Oh, she was a Christian, too, and that’s never good. Before you get your Bibles and prayer beads out she’ll get a huge book deal, and be on TV more than Mylie Cyrus. The bottom line is the country’s going to pot. If I had them cheerleaders I’d be a pervert, and if you marry the same sex YOU are a pervert. Swat them bees. If the condom fits, wear it.

Where is this gay lesbo thing heading? Well, it won’t destroy the country in and of itself. It’s just a symptom of a very sick society. I’m going to lay the blame for this squarely at the feet of Christians. To be sure there are some very vocal Christians standing up, one’s in jail, but for the most part the majority just sit back and cede authority to that pineapple upside down cake. From Mormon to Methodist they are praying when they should be throwing that judge out of the courthouse window. The arrested county clerk should have a GoFundMe filled to,the brim, and dozens of lawyers, pro-bono and otherwise just foaming at the mouth to get the case. This is the only GOOD thing about Muslims. They have a distinctive remedy for homosexuality. The underlying aim of this entire mess to to destroy the morality of America. Once we’re all squabbling about what restroom to use the Chinese, Russians, Mexicans, and Californians can just come in and scoop it all up. I’ll be in Tijuana with them cheerleaders I told you about.

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Little Pink Houses

Kim Davis has drawn a line down at the courthouse that once again has us all considering the ramifications of same sex marriage. I support same sex! I’ve been having the same sex for years, just not with other men. Ms. Davis came up with a solution today saying that if she simply doesn’t have to sign the marriage license then it won’t conflict with her religious beliefs. Ok, ring the bell, schools in. In America we say we try to separate church and state. For a religious person marriage is a sacrament. A license is a government document granting permission to do certain things. The very term “Marriage License” is an oxymoron, and is, in fact, unconstitutional.

Gays go on and on about their rights. They say they want tax benefits. This is not true. The militant gay groups want nothing less than to destroy society and make it conform to their twisted world view. They don’t want to just live a peaceful live and enjoy tax breaks, they want to push their agenda on every school child they can to ease their own conscience, and justify themselves. Little pink houses. Swat them bees . . . little pink bees.

The main emphasis in all this is the eventual destruction of Christianity. Christianity stands as a huge stumbling block to the gay agenda. And Christians assist in their own demise. “God, Family, and Country!” You have all heard that. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Verily, verily, I say unto thee, when your priest, Rabbi, Mormon Bishop, or medicine man leans over to sign off on that government document he has just ceded all sacramental authority to the government and the holy mantra becomes “God, Family and Country” UNLESS you get married and then it’s “Government, country, and family” ONLY if you sign it in blue ink!

Sometimes all it takes is the actions of one person to point out the insane direction this country has been drifting toward in the last few years. We all come with a moral compass, some just point south, like the Gay Alliance. North, south, your anus is south of your head . . . I digress. SCOTUS legislated from the bench when it regurgitated that ruling. The good thing is we now know how many fairies sit on that court. Yeah, I called ’em “Fairies,” I’m from Texas, deal with it.

So, here’s the solution. Do away with marriage license. Let the churches marry people, or judges who will then just document for the record that two people consider themselves to be one in whatever configuration they see fit. If Gays want to have religious ceremony start a church, something like “The Church of the Mighty Erection,” and go there and eat a nice gay wedding cake. NOBODY CARES! I don’t care about Gays. Now, I wouldn’t want one of them to marry my sister . . . wait, come to think about it one of them DID marry my sister, but I also have a semi-black great grandchild, too. It’s getting harder to be a gay-bashing, racist redneck these days, but, you try, you know.

Anyway, poor Kim sits in jail, reading her Bible, eating pot pies. Any ideas on how good she’s gonna do in the next election? I didn’t even know Kentucky HAD gays! Don’t miss her bestselling book coming out, and her possible appointment to President Trump’s cabinet. Many are chosen, but few are called. She was called, and answered. Federal Judge got to beat up a little old lady and the Gay Alliance is so proud. Please wake up people. The Republic Texas is becoming more and more a reality.
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The Great Director

This is a hard article to write. Usually, when I write, I chuckle through, typing as fast as I can, but this one is different. It’s different because it strikes where we live. It challenges the thread someone may be holding onto for dear life. I’m fully aware there may be some poor soul out there clinging to one ray of hope, however arrived at, and if something I say takes that hope then that person lives his remaining months in hopelessness, because of my words. I can’t live with that. Just remember the words of Karl Marx. Religion is the Opiate of the masses. Not God, RELIGION! God is always free, religion is always for sale.

I believe in faith healing, but I do not believe in faith healers. The power of faith cannot be analyzed by empirical method. The power of the mind, or human spirit, likewise, cannot truly be measured, but the outward signs of charlatans can! Know them by their fruits. Faith healing is big business. All you have to do is look at any large scale production and realize the Beatles had nothing on these guys. The large, enthusiastic crowds, the adrenalin rush of meeting a religious super star face to face, the inner belief that everything’s going to be fine is powerful medicine.

But that medicine comes from within, and once you give that medicine to someone else you basically doubt your own faith, relying, instead, on the faith of someone else being transmuted back to you. Faith! Belief! Think, therefore you will become. Know how you become a hit song writer? You believe you ARE a hit song writer. It works. I know. Bought five mansions using that. Still have three! And I’ll be damned if I let some snake charmer take that away from me. Y’all keep that between us.

Not all faith healers are bad. When I started this article I intended to tear Oral Roberts’ butt UP! . When I was a boy in Shreveport, Louisiana, he’d come on TV, and being seven years old I BELIEVED! My mother told me Jesus didn’t have no TV show, and he was only in it for the money. Before starting this piece I watched several of his healings. I’d watched a video sent to me by my friend Chip Darby. I saw none of the signs of fakery. He explained he could do nothing and that it all came from God. No yelling, no dramatics, just a simple laying on of hands, followed by instructions to the person to check back with their doctor to verify any changes in their condition. He pretended no clairvoyant powers, reading from cards handed to him by the people. Oral was rare. If he was a fake I didn’t see it. I do know, without a doubt, ever ONE of those super evangelists you see on TV, the Internet, or under a tent, has not more power than you have within your own self! Roberts always asked if the person had the FAITH to believe.

Healing come in all favors, great and small. From a heart condition to a simple case of the “blues” that disappears after a prayer. It does NOT come from the hand of someone dancing around a stage, like a fool with the crowd going into a frenzy as people fall on the floor. In 1954 I was in Schumpert Hospital. I had polio and encephalitis. Not much hope for me. Stick a fork in me, I was done! My mother went to pray with the nuns. While she was gone a nun came in to sit with me. She washed my face and told me I would get well. I walked out of the hospital the next day.

Does this sort of thing happen every day? Why did it happen to me? I can’t answer either question. I was only four years old. I HAD no religion. After that my grandmother took me to a Baptist Church and the preacher told me I was going to hell, so I went there. The nun told me her name was “Margot.” She became my invisible friend. She never lost faith in me, but in my arrogance I lost faith in her. It took me thirty years to circle back to that night. In Margot’s effort there was no shouting, no dramatic gestures, only a mumbled prayer, and a brief washcloth on the face, followed by simple assurance. Years later I found out who she was, but I can’t tell you here. You’ll think I’m crazy. If we ever meet face to face I will tell you her name. Like Paul, all I have to do is close my left eye, and see the spots before my right eye, left by the encephalitis and Margot is right there. . I have no doubts.

You have to ask yourself, if a faker is promoting himself do the believers in the audience pay for his sins? Will the Lord turn away from His people to punish for the blasphemer? You hear about the “True” church, but they’re ALL true churches from the Pope all the way to the snake kisser in Arkansas. Jesus said wherever two or more believers meet that He will be there. Can the faith of a thousand believers in a tent be cancelled by one heretic with a microphone?

Any basic human need can be capitalized on be it food, sex . . . RELIGION, and upon capitalization the essence of the original need becomes twisted and the issue becomes the property of the person doing the issuing. Mom’s homemade apple pie is not enough, it has to be part of a Happy Meal. Your girlfriend, or wife never quite measures up to the movie star, and your simple faith has to be refined to the point where the rules mean more than the faith. Hordes of people fall on the ground at a tent revival. I checked Matthew chapter five and no one fell on the ground during the Sermon on the Mount. They didn’t fall on the ground at the wedding at Cana either, and they were drunk!

I look for God’s perspective in all things. Now, I don’t tell everybody that so y’all keep this between us, ok? The way I see it God calls all the shots, and He doesn’t do anything without good reason so when something comes along that I don’t like I try to squeeze it into an understanding that He is in control and if I just don’t mess with it everything will work out just fine. Oh, we have free will, just when we stretch that will God has to bring us back around to the original plan and sometimes you just gotta start again and get it right. In “Sharon” I explained it like this. Imagine the universe as a book, and God is the author. He creates us with free will, and sits back, letting us do our thing, but in the end He still writes the book and knows the overall plot.

You can’t reject all healings. Remember the Master said, “Your FAITH has healed you!” Can a faith healer affect your faith? No, but he can affect your trust! The biggest mistake you can make is losing sight of that book I mentioned earlier. You’re part of that, you know. God is the great director and God answers prayer. Sometimes He says, “CUT!” Eighty year old man, eat up with cancer. Comes to a tent. Faith healer does his song and dance. God says, “CUT!” You can’t do rewrites for God. You want to be healed of a limp, but God knows you need that limp. It’s in the book. You want money, but if you were wealthy you may be weak. You want a long life, but God gave you sixty years. He didn’t owe you sixty seconds. You can’t bargain with God, and neither can some TV evangelist, or preacher, or Pope. They are like having a court appointed lawyer. Plead guilty because you ARE!

God deals all the cards, but hope is the Joker. You can’t stop hope. Sometimes the hope itself is enough. Your life is a busted flush, and there’s hope. Sometimes hope just leads to acceptance. Suffering is perceived. There is a secret to life, but I cannot tell you. If you tell me I will tell you if you are right, but if I tell you what I know then it just becomes religion, and if I try to give you the secret and you have not ears it just becomes a mantra, and will do you no good, but once you find it you will sell all you own to keep it. I will tell you this; the universe is built upon the interaction of opposites, Ying and Yang, and once you understand that, then, you too will know the secret. It also destroys faith healers because it is an eternal truth against there is no retort, and it’s not religion, it’s FAITH!
Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

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The Principle

“Then the glory of the Lord departed from off the threshold of the house, and stood over the cherubims. And the cherubims lifted up their wings, and mounted up from the earth in my sight”

Parties are born, they grow old, and die, but the principle behind the Party can never die, and lends its light to a party only so long as the party obeys the principle. The rebirth of an eternal truth is blazing. It seems to have a life of its own. The founding of the United States was like that. What the American Revolution was about wasn’t so much the advent of new ideas as the profound preservation of old ideas, understood by statesmen, and thinkers from far back in history. The understanding that people are born with a right to live simply by virtue of having been born, and that each should live their lives happily without destroying the happiness of those around them. These things came from something other than ourselves, something pre-existent, call it God, or the universe, or whatever, I call it the principle. These were the ideas that drove the revolution and cumulated into the Bill of Rights, where they were recognized, not formed. It was the principle.

The universe is built on opposites. Night turns into day. Mountains crumble into the sea. For all matter there is an equal and opposite anti-matter. For every principle given by that creation there is a force designed to tear it down, or dilute it, and that’s good, because that’s what reinforces, and makes it stronger! Light will always dispel the darkness. A party, such as the Republican Party is only a vehicle through which the principle can be expounded. It cannot create it, it cannot destroy it, it can only obey it, and when it ceases to do that, then the principle will destroy the party, and that’s exactly what is happening to the Republican Party right now!

The right to marry and have children, the principle. The idea of like marrying like, NOT the principle. The right to conceive a child, the principle. The theory that the child has no right to life before physical birth, NOT! To try to confound the simple purity of the principle is the definition of evil. The principle gathers and sustains, any effort to explain away, or ignore is in stark contrast. With the principle there is no right and wrong there just IS! The more you try to rationalize the more the principle condemns you.

The Republican Party was born to free slaves, and in its old age is enslaving everyone. It has abandoned the principle. Now the principle will abandon the party. The reaction of the entire leadership of the Republican Party to Donald Trump is a sign that this is so. For too long we conservatives have struggled to work within the confines of the party, knowing that it had moved left of center, but afraid to speak out because we recognized the power of it and without even the illusion of what the party used to stand for the alternative was unthinkable. The only thing left that the party can use as a threat is if Trump is allowed to continue it will destroy the party and the Democrats will run full tilt to finish the demolition of the constitution. The party has completely abandoned the principle and now seeks survival, nothing more. Donald Trump was sent to destroy the Republican Party.

After the Party is gone the principle will remain. The Party didn’t create the principle, it only recognized it. As liberalism filtered in the principle left the party. It didn’t fade, it didn’t become politically correct, it left! Donald Trump displayed it to the Party, but by this time the Republican leadership had become so depraved it could not tolerate the light. Now, Trump is not Jesus, but the dynamics of what you see is almost exactly what happened in Jerusalem when Jesus confronted the Pharisees who had been in bed with the Romans so long they’d forgotten why they were even there. The politics were much more important than the laws Moses had handed down to them, the laws they were sworn to uphold. Forty years later the Romans tired of these spineless fools and dispensed with them, and their entire nation. The principle had left them. You can see parallels all over this. McCain, Chiapas. Obama, Caesar. Pilate, Rick Perry. There is nothing new under the sun. The principle does not forgive, and it does not forget.

Will the United States survive? It doesn’t matter. Will the Republican Party survive? It didn’t! It’s been dead a long time. Jesus could raise the dead, but He can’t raise the Republican Party, and neither can Donald Trump. The United States is just a land mass with a particular government. When that government falls, and it surely will, another will replace it, the land mass will remain the same, and a few men and women will come together and rediscover the Principle, the rights of the people, and it’ll all begin again. Jesus told us to know the signs. Donald Trump is a sign. Some people hold his wealth against him, but could it be that he was placed in a position of wealth for precisely this reason, to display the principle? I can’t predict the future, I’m nowhere near a prophet, just a simple old boy from Austin pointing out the obvious. When the scales fall from you eyes you’ll see it too.

“Then the glory of the Lord departed from off the threshold of the house, and stood over the cherubims. And the cherubims lifted up their wings, and mounted up from the earth in my sight”

Parties are born, they grow old, and die, but the principle behind the Party can never die, and lends its light to a party only so long as the party obeys the principle. The rebirth of an eternal truth is blazing. It seems to have a life of its own. The founding of the United States was like that. What the American Revolution was about wasn’t so much the advent of new ideas as the profound preservation of old ideas, understood by statesmen, and thinkers from far back in history. The understanding that people are born with a right to live simply by virtue of having been born, and that each should live their lives happily without destroying the happiness of those around them. These things came from something other than ourselves, something pre-existent, call it God, or the universe, or whatever, I call it the principle. These were the ideas that drove the revolution and cumulated into the Bill of Rights, where they were recognized, not formed. It was the principle.

The universe is built on opposites. Night turns into day. Mountains crumble into the sea. For all matter there is an equal and opposite anti-matter. For every principle given by that creation there is a force designed to tear it down, or dilute it, and that’s good, because that’s what reinforces, and makes it stronger! Light will always dispel the darkness. A party, such as the Republican Party is only a vehicle through which the principle can be expounded. It cannot create it, it cannot destroy it, it can only obey it, and when it ceases to do that, then the principle will destroy the party, and that’s exactly what is happening to the Republican Party right now!

The right to marry and have children, the principle. The idea of like marrying like, NOT the principle. The right to conceive a child, the principle. The theory that the child has no right to life before physical birth, NOT! To try to confound the simple purity of the principle is the definition of evil. The principle gathers and sustains, any effort to explain away, or ignore is in stark contrast. With the principle there is no right and wrong there just IS! The more you try to rationalize the more the principle condemns you.

The Republican Party was born to free slaves, and in its old age is enslaving everyone. It has abandoned the principle. Now the principle will abandon the party. The reaction of the entire leadership of the Republican Party to Donald Trump is a sign that this is so. For too long we conservatives have struggled to work within the confines of the party, knowing that it had moved left of center, but afraid to speak out because we recognized the power of it and without even the illusion of what the party used to stand for the alternative was unthinkable. The only thing left that the party can use as a threat is if Trump is allowed to continue it will destroy the party and the Democrats will run full tilt to finish the demolition of the constitution. The party has completely abandoned the principle and now seeks survival, nothing more. Donald Trump was sent to destroy the Republican Party.

After the Party is gone the principle will remain. The Party didn’t create the principle, it only recognized it. As liberalism filtered in the principle left the party. It didn’t fade, it didn’t become politically correct, it left! Donald Trump displayed it to the Party, but by this time the Republican leadership had become so depraved it could not tolerate the light. Now, Trump is not Jesus, but the dynamics of what you see is almost exactly what happened in Jerusalem when Jesus confronted the Pharisees who had been in bed with the Romans so long they’d forgotten why they were even there. The politics were much more important than the laws Moses had handed down to them, the laws they were sworn to uphold. Forty years later the Romans tired of these spineless fools and dispensed with them, and their entire nation. The principle had left them. You can see parallels all over this. McCain, Chiapas. Obama, Caesar. Pilate, Rick Perry. There is nothing new under the sun. The principle does not forgive, and it does not forget.

Will the United States survive? It doesn’t matter. Will the Republican Party survive? It didn’t! It’s been dead a long time. Jesus could raise the dead, but He can’t raise the Republican Party, and neither can Donald Trump. The United States is just a land mass with a particular government. When that government falls, and it surely will, another will replace it, the land mass will remain the same, and a few men and women will come together and rediscover the Principle, the rights of the people, and it’ll all begin again. Jesus told us to know the signs. Donald Trump is a sign. Some people hold his wealth against him, but could it be that he was placed in a position of wealth for precisely this reason, to display the principle? I can’t predict the future, I’m nowhere near a prophet, just a simple old boy from Austin pointing out the obvious. When the scales fall from your eyes you’ll see it too.

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin

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