The Devil got it All (Essay)

Recently, there has been a lot of talk concerning Gay issues, Lesion in the Middle East Countries, such s Iraq, being the most recent, and also with issues with transvestites in another Middle East and so forth and on, even Iran. I don’t always agree with how they handle these issues, but I do agree with one thing, they are absolutely correct, in these countries in not allowing it to continue or infect their societies, and not long along, Saudi Arabia had some issues, Yemen, and other Persian Gulf countries (this is not modernism or going forward, on the human evolutionary scale, it is going backwards); it is an disgrace against God, Man and Nature, but most of these gay and lesbians are far from God and in the palm of Satan. The Western World could learn from them, from the Middle East Standard on virtues. Once you allow it, you get what you ask for, nothing but decay. San Francisco, and New Orleans among the capital city’s of the world, they plague the United States, with their dirty minded parades of prancing half naked men shoving their organs in everyone’s face, and down main street while children are present. And they cry, ‘God made us this way,’ if ever I heard a mouth full of hypnotic hypocrisy, there it is. We are in charge of our destiny, God seldom interferes, and for good reason, on judgment day, you get what you’ve begged for. Which is really no surprise, yet they all want to go into heaven and infect that place also, but God is not so demanding on human rights issues as humans are, I assure you of that, because he doesn’t agree with the issues in the first place, they are not in line to his. As he once said, “Give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to him,” and these gays and human rights group belong to Caesar.
It is a sneer on human rights, and freedom of speech to wave the flag for justification by these groups to allow such sinful behavior by adults in Western Countries, and especially America, and then go tell everyone to go according to the law. You create a problem, and expect everyone to continue to march to the Star Spangle Banner; these folks add nothing to society, only pay taxes no more than a trick to infect moral decay into a variety of areas for a few tax dollars, governments, and animal groups, trying to justify a way of life they think is proper in theirs personal perspective.
They started with pushing abortion on everyone in the United States 40-years ago, and now we justify killing millions of children out of Women Rights. Next we took on the monkey for an ancestor, because someone took Darwin serious to the point of no return, they even surprised Darwin in their stand on his beliefs. And so, to the Middle East, and to Islam, which I don’t care fore generally speaking, they act more Christian like in these areas than Christians do. America you know, used to be a Christian run country, ordained by God. So we were told in school, when I was seven and eight. Now the devil even got that.

The Teddy Bear World (Poetic Prose)

The Teddy Bear World
(Poetic Prose)

I got thinking today, of the stuffed animals, teddy bears, I used to have as a young boy, they were well made when I was a child, so completely put together, as I remember, I had eighteen, pressed them against me, hugging them, they came one day into my imaginary world and stayed for years, some I had for years, others newly delivered by my mother on my birthdays and Christmas’, all colors, China dark eyes, on my panda bear. To me, they came from a mystery world, without the pain of growing up, or even birth, and all of a sudden they were there, in the attic bedroom when I wanted to visit them. Waiting among my shoes and the ceiling the exposed chimney, for me to return, and I never questioned them; I just grew up with them. In dreams I dragged them into the sky. I never planned my adulthood, I was sure I’d outgrow them, they were always around me, empty for advise, but sensible. I knew they were stuffed, stuffed hearts, and sewed on eyes, no tongues. I lay silently at night with them, hoarding my little bed, and they had dignity, no rituals, they never examined me for flaws. At night, they seemed to fall asleep, in their tiny teddy bear beauty, I looked at them, as if they were sleeping, when I had to let the last one go, because I grew up, from that year I had a small hole in my heart, a deaf spot, I left it that way, so I might hear the unsaid words they might have wanted to say, if they could have said something, but of course they never left any words for me, except the fact that they made my world a little better for me to endure, and I still think whoever sewed them together, knew that.

No: 2417 7-23-2008