Showing posts with label Ethics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ethics. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 13, 2022

Dots and Caps

 




The adopted one speaks like her Papa. Always innocent until proven guilty. Always the victim. Always the humble and wise apologist, asking useless questions related to imaginary foundational gaps, accompanied with poor grammar and reasoning. Always tearing down strongholds made with privatized perception within the echo-chamber of Dr. Pops. Then come the dots...

As the Papa is predictably defensive and insecure, yet overly confident inasmuch as he overcompensates with ridiculous anecdotes of self-aggrandizements, so this newly adopted daughter is blinded by her own conceits. Blinded by his, too, they remain an embarrassment to all those who truly care about them. At least for now. Maybe it will remain forever. Maybe it won't. Then come the all-caps.

I certainly hope not. Just as I hope she learns, before it's too late, that she's not his daughter or covenant child, and he's not her father. Her actual father is not evil, as her Papa claims. The only way out of this mess she impetuously plunged into is to think for herself, and question big Papa's authority. That's what his real children did. They grew tired of playing his stupid games, which only won them stupid prizes. Then comes the position paper. 










Sunday, March 27, 2022

The end


 


Why so rude?


Because a pinnacle has been reached

It doesn’t matter what others think

Others don’t care

So others shouldn’t feel obligated either


Oh, but they do care

So I’m told


Oh, I get it

They are now


Now that honesty has entered the sanctuary

And clarity the conversation

Direct, principled, and prepared with zero bullshit

With a side of loyalty to those hate horseshit, too

The end













Thursday, February 24, 2022

Blackface




After years of searching

I learned that most people are pretending


Pretending to be healthy

Pretending to be reasonable


When a nine year old boy slaps another kid in the face

I’m supposed to believe that’s not normal


When a carpenter drives a six inch screw through a wall

I’m supposed to believe all rebukes must be gentle 


When every adult must suddenly refrain from four letter words around kids

I’m supposed to believe that Christian taboos foster holiness


When Jesus spits in a blind man’s eyes and we’re told that’s because his mouth was full of bread

I’m supposed to not call that ridiculous, cartoonish exegesis


I’m supposed to pretend everything’s normal and reasonable

I’m supposed to bow down to everyone’s idols


It’s when others react harshly over harshness

Then I stop pretending to be right











Friday, February 4, 2022

Dust ye shall return




I wonder why it matters

if we don’t get our buttholes

and bellybuttons back


Does one really need a particle 

of the shell that once was food for the worms?


Will we need barbers, doctors, and cobblers too? 


What if people imagined

a world with only one return

and one promise

transpiring long ago?


Supposedly this tenet is serious

Sheepherders are looking 

for moving targets


It’s not just concerning

It’s very concerning


They will hunt you down


and dismember you 

It will be horrific


Even God won't be able to reassemble you on the last day.


Imagine bodies absorbed 

by tree roots 

and fire

Another chopped 

into pieces 

by car crash or grenade


Others chewed 

and digested 

by bears

sharks

and politicians


Wandering organs

reassembled into earth

Centuries of worms 

Shitting out the flesh of saints


Then the Scriptures 

will finally 

be fulfilled


The last Adam returns 

as promised 


to the adamah













Monday, December 27, 2021

Christmas Wish

 



Good morning, Noble-One.


It was so nice to have your whole family over to our home last night, for many hours of unmasked and socially-close feasting and fellowship, in preparation for our entire family's Christmas celebrations tomorrow. Hearts flutter in the heavenly abode of Jesus as I type these words to you.


I am also happy you met Memoria, our new refugee family member for the next eight months. After you left, I pursued the magnanimous task of clarifying some confusion in the mind of Memoria, who inquired about our vaccination status. I forgot to inform her before your arrival yesterday that your entire family is not vaccinated. As I have interpreted her feelings on this matter, I now know that she is not comfortable being indoors with people who are not vaccinated. 


I failed. I’m such a failure. Failure is my saint name.


I did not sleep well last night. Pity me, my beloved Noble-One


My heart is heavy, like a millstone dragging my earnest desires into the depths of the sea. 


So you must know: I want our entire family—yours included—to be together. I really do. But this millstone God chained to me is His will, and all part of His marvelous plan of Redemption. And grace. And mercy. And love.


Last year was painful for everyone. The masks. The ideology-based segregation. Treating your family alone as being ceremonially unclean and defiled. The badgering of your oldest son about his mask drooping ever-so-slightly below his nose, while all of us shivered indoors in temperatures well below zero. But all that was necessary, because of CDC guidelines. 


Sadly, I think it caused distance between you and your siblings. I cry crocodile tears over it now. 


Months later, the bridal shower you and I attended unmasked and undistanced brought me tremendous joy! Then, sadly, you and I injured each other afterward. It was not just me injuring you. You injured me too. 


Beloved Noble-One, I love you. I don’t love your husband, and I never have; nor might I ever. But that’s a separate issue I’m unwilling to get counseling over. It helps that your father is a domestic doormat, too. So don't expect much change in regard to things we both are unwilling to change.


I have remained immensely burdened by missing out on many things in your life over the past ten years of your marriage to him. And I know you have missed out on many things in our lives over that period, too. Let’s not point fingers as to who is to blame for both. Instead, let’s mourn together. But let’s also rejoice because I know our Redeemer lives!


I know that God cares for each and every one of us—even the unvaccinated! He cares about our sorrows, our heartbreaks, and I trust He will use opportunities like bridal showers to create healing, joy, and new experiences we can all rally around and celebrate together!


This. Is. My. Prayer.

My. Christmas. Wish.


I truly love you all equally, and my goal is to honor and respect everyone in our family, regardless of vaccination status. 


Oh, how I wish we all could have what we wish for!

Oh, how I wish we all could have what we need!


But our comfort zones around the unvaccinated differ. And it is, sadly, with thick crocodile tears, clear to me that this is not possible for Christmas this year (tomorrow). 


God has invited us to welcome Memoria into our hearts and into our home. We have accepted God’s invitation. It is now our privilege and responsibility to honor her, love her, and respect her too. 


I went to bed praying, tossing and turning, in chains of despair wound tight all around me. I asked God to show me what to do, to set me free. And He answered me with gracious words of affirmation about how Memoria feels. So this decision is no longer about me and my desires. This decision is God’s and Memoria’s.


When Memoria woke up this morning, I told her what God invited me to enforce, starting today: “I will not have unvaccinated people in our home without masks while she is here.”


She hugged me and said, “Thank you.” Then she said, “This will surely make the Noble-One feel sad.” I told her this makes me sad, too; but God revealed to me His will, and I will not deviate from it, because I am my Beloved’s and He is mine. 


That turned into an opportunity for brief comments about God, who was willing to bear heartache with His own Son on the cross, for the sake of others (even the unvaccinated).


I am praying God will use this for his glory. But what I have to say next is going to be very hard for you to hear:


Ko-Vid cases are rising. I will need to be very careful about having unvaccinated people here indoors. So then, I’m wondering if I can drop off your family’s gifts today, so that they could be opened tomorrow over FaceTime?


Sincerely, 

with love of Jesus in my heart,

Mom

XXOO XO XOO OOX OX OO XX




P.S.  Two of my grandchildren (who are not in your household) are still too young to be allowed the sacramental gift of vaccination, because the FDA has not yet approved an experimental gene therapy injection for their age group. But I will make an exception for them both for all of Christmas day (tomorrow) because I’m a complete fucking hypocrite. 

 
















Friday, December 24, 2021

Merry Christmas (2021)!

 





There seem to be three diplomatic options for holiday gatherings this year:


The first is for families and friends who are fully vacksed to gather together, with the ‘host’ requesting that only the unvacksed wear masks, stay six feet apart, use hand sanitizers, wash hands regularly, and open up windows for ‘proper ventilation’; or that all guests regardless of vacksinashun status wear masks, stay six feet apart, use hand sanitizers, wash hands regularly, and open up windows for ‘proper ventilation.’ And of course, the host should notify all who are invited that they must stay home (and away from gatherings) if there are any indications of sickness whatsoever. Even the slightest indication of sniffles, congestion, sore throat, or higher-than-usual body temperatures must be treated as disease-spreading germ factories. 


The second is for families to gather together according to each family’s boundaries. Whoever hosts a gathering should welcome all invited, vacksed and unvacksed, who are not clearly sick with a contagious disease. That way, no individual liberties are denied, no psychic powers purported, no fear-porn distributed, and no medical apartheid subtly encouraged from the outset. Guests may also wear masks, stay six feet apart, use hand sanitizers, wash hands regularly, and go outside for ‘proper ventilation’, if that makes them feel safer; or even it it merely satisfies the quasi-religious contingencies of faithfulness to their triune god, Science, a.k.a. Big Gov, Big Tech, and Big Pharma; or even if it merely satisfies the functionally religious honor due to the cultural saints they venerate (Fauci, Gates, Biden, Pelosi, Cuomo, et. al.).


The third option is for families to gather together, but only after the ‘host’ has properly vetted and identified all those among their invited guests who are uncomfortable being around others who are healthy, not-sick, but still (possibly) unvacksed. Then, after proper vetting, all those who are uncomfortable gathering around the healthy, non-sick, and unvacksed should be segregated from the rest. This will accomodate all unpredictable paranoia and thereby, also, welcome all mentally and emotionally stable guests within an environment that is actually healthy and celebratory.*** That way, all parties win: the paranoid can celebrate in paranoid isolation, and the healthy, non-sick, and unvacksed can enjoy Christmas together as they always did prior to this Great Reset.










*** This statement has not been approved by the FDA, CDC, WHO, Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, or Facebook and Instagram fact-checkers. 






























Thursday, December 9, 2021

Eye Hate

 


The pastor

reformed in all his ways

defriending all the crazies

hunting down their snitches

preparing for war with non-existent enemies


The monk

seated in silence

preparing to offer the 9th mode

barking at guests afterward

resting among the dead


The parishioner

yapping about his studies

offering his gift of hospitality

freeloading off everyone else

wasting everyone’s time


The cantors

standing at the kliros

puppeteering better than Kermit

jerking off to their own cadence

embarrassing us all









Sunday, October 24, 2021

The Message

 


You have heard that it was said by sages long ago, ‘Thou shalt not kill.’

But I say to you, not only are you not allowed to kill, you’re also not allowed to have or express a single, hateful thought or inclination. If you do you become worthy of burning eternally and consciously in an everlasting fire. So then, you would be wise to confront your accuser and bribe him so that he doesn’t bring accusations, true or false, against you to some kind of civil authority. They’ll imprison you, and you’ll never get out. Then, even after you get out, if you get out, you’ll still be tormented by your Heavenly Father forever once you die. 


You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’

But I say to you, if you look at any female—regardless of the natural beauty God gave her, or whether she’s single and available for marriage, or even irrespective of the very definition of “adultery” as sexual intercourse between a married person and a person who is not his or her spouse—gouge out your eyeballs. That would be much better than being consciously tormented for eternity, and it would prevent you from sinning again in such an egregious manner with your eyes. 


It was also said, ‘Whoever divorces his wife must make it legal and official by giving her an certificate showing you’re serious.’

But I say to you, that every husband who divorces his wife for any reason whatsoever, except for sexual immorality, makes the innocent victim of a wife guilty of committing adultery. And whatever guy ends up marrying that poor innocent lady is also committing adultery. It’s that simple.


Again, you have heard that it was said by sages long ago, ‘You should never make promises that you don’t expect to keep or know you can’t keep. Frivolous vows are now allowed, and you must follow through with what you promised in the sight of God.’

But I say to you, don’t even bother making promises at all. Don’t take oaths with anyone but the almighty and omniscient God. Just say to everyone, “Yes” or “No.” If you say more, you are possessed by Satan himself. 


You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.”

But I say to you, don’t ever retaliate or pursue retributive justice. If some guy punches you on the left side of the face (assuming he’s right handed), turn the right side of your jaw toward him and let him knock you the fuck out, if need be. Also, if someone is suing you, and in that process he strips you of everything, give him the shirt off your back and the pants on your legs. Get buck naked. He’ll never forget your act of charity. And if Nazis, thugs, or covid-police force you to walk one mile to their death camps, go with them two miles. That way you both are exhausted and frustrated, and not just you alone. Give money out of your car windows to panhandlers and drunks, and do not refuse to accept them as they are. They need your money. Give it to them. 


You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 

But I say to you, love your enemies no matter what, and pray for those who work very hard to destroy your livelihood, your family, and your nation. Just pray for them to know and understand that God loves them. That’s the best you can do. Don’t worry either, because God the Father sends sunlight and rain upon evil people and good people, like you. There is no discrimination with God the Father. Therefore, be perfect as your Father in Heaven is perfect. It’s that simple.