Well, well, well…if you’re religious, Happy Easter.
If you’re not, also Happy Easter.
Or if it’s Ramadan for you, that’s cool too. I’m not that type of broad, do your thing with your God and be peaceful about it. I never have been the type to shove the word of any one flavor of God down someone’s face.
Not that I don’t know it. I keep right here on the bookshelf behind me 23 different collector’s edition Bibles. All kinds of them, most of them with some fantastic artwork, which is why I started collecting them in the first place.
I have some other religious texts also, a Torah. Quran. I like the way they feel in my hands, mostly. I never have been able to find the answers I was looking for, didn’t really matter which one I was thumbing through at the time.
The moments I’ve felt I was closest to God didn’t come in a church. They came to me when I was dying, or wanted to. I never really found too much peace in the word, but I found a lot of it in the times He forced my hand.
I’m not sure most of the time what I’m supposed to be doing, but I know that if I’m doing it wrong, someone is going to let me know. That’s where my faith is. I know that I’m not going to get too far out of this box before it starts to look all dark and smiting.
Thank you, Jesus.
I’m not saying my way is the right way, because for all I know, I could still be very wrong. I don’t think so, though. I’m pretty sure I’m doing things the way I’m supposed to be doing them.
I wake up and don’t regret anything I did yesterday. I go to bed and don’t dread shit I’ll do tomorrow. And somewhere in between all of that, I do my best to help anyone I feasibly can, and not to harm those I can’t help.
Of course, there are exceptions. Because sometimes, I am almost positive, God has an ass whipping for you, and someone to hand it right on out. You don’t think so? Bump it on back to that Old Testament real quick, Barbara Ann.
Yeah. That God didn’t even take names, he just kicked ass.
My new friend, co-author, and talking head Benny majored in Theology. We have interesting talks, not really about my aversion to God, more my theory on strongarming a Saint.
He seems to be of the mindset that shit is not going to go according to my plan. I asked what he might know about it, considering he’s basing it on the word of the dude I plan to heist at the gate. Of course he’s going to say it can’t be done. You don’t just walk up to a bank teller and get the code to the vault.
You have to use a show of force, slap someone around.
Duh.
There are times in life that peaceful, or graceful, or softly, they’re appropriate. Other times, not so much. Sometimes, you have to really turn some shit upside down, maybe shake a few bitches by the shoulders to get the answers you need.
Or, as I like to say, don’t expect me to use finesse, when it’s evident I’m much better with force.
There’s a time for finesse, sure. I wouldn’t know when, I don’t apply that shit. But I definitely know when it’s time for force. And those times, they sure are slapping the shore.
Here at home, we’ve a fascist calling for a personal army at his behest. We also have books banned, and opposition and their families jailed. I’m not one to throw the term Nazi around all willie nillie, but I’ll be damned if this wasn’t copied from the ol’ Kampf playbook, wasn’t it?
If history has taught us anything, it’s that it’s easy to sit, waiting, hoping someone else will do something, someone else will stand against something. I remember 3 years ago saying right here in this very forum, “we had better watch our asses, that heartbeat bill is going to bite us in the ass”.
Still, I did nothing. Now, they’re banning books, and breaking down the fundamentals in education. Do you know what you get when you dumb down a generation of people?
That’s right. You get a generation of people who don’t know enough to stand up for themselves. You get a generation of people who don’t know history, so they repeat it. They don’t know of the evil men we’ve already fought, and destroyed. If you can’t recognize evil, you’ll let it right in the front door.
Ask that biblical couple. They know.
I’m not going to wait for them to start going door to door. By then it’s far too late. We speak of horrible events like they were so fucking long ago, but it was in this lifetime. They were bulldozing piles of bones as tall as my home, on a fucking Tuesday, in this lifetime.
You know what they say about once in a lifetime. Right. Once again isn’t too far of a stretch.
So, that’s my thought today. I’m going to see what I can do to land on the radar of a fascist today. I mean, after ham and deviled eggs. And some Cadburys. Because it’s Easter, and if I don’t get some weird, gelatinous filling in my chocolate, I’m definitely going to raise something.
Happy Easter, Bitchfaces.
We haves See’s and Cadbury….💜💜💜
Happy Easter sis