Faith

Beautiful Lady
Such Class!

So Much Class!

Religion.

Specifically: Southern Religion

More specifically: Texan Religion.

I am talking Methodists, Baptists, Church of Chist(ers)—the Entire Gamut of The Faithful.

I love all of Y’all.

No secret: “Lance is an Atheist.”

(This is well-documented.)

However, I do love AND RESPECT

All Folks of Faith.

I just do not roll that way.

Cannot.

But I love the music.

And I love the morality

(I have that too— ‘morality’—I do not need Religion to have that)

I love the culture of Faith.

I never mean to demean anyone of Faith.

My fervent wish is to never offend.

I have too much respect for Folks of Faith.

Too much respect For Fellow Texans,

most of whom are Religious.

(I was going somewhere with this post)

Probably to Hell.

******

Post Script:

I have read ‘The Iliad’

And ‘The Odyssey’

And All The Norsemen—Thor–in particular.

I have read ‘Beowulf’

And The ‘King James Bible.’

All Great Mythology.

All Magnificent Literature.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but I know what I’m talking about.

(“One of these days I’ll look back and I’ll say I left in time.”)

More Facebook Philosophy

Dear Facebook Friends:

(Rot-row—here we go again)

“Dear FB Friends,”

I begin again.

I ‘use’ FB to flesh out new ideas for new posts.

Most never come to fruition and most of my FB posts no one ever reads.

Doesn’t matter.

I write them.

Mostly for me.

Writing is generally an exercise in futility (or vanity)

Or Both.

And yet my Facebook stream of consciousness posts often times provide fodder for some ‘real’ posts at Texantales.com

I appreciate (even though I rant and rail sometimes at Facebook for being stupid and sometimes censoring me and being stupid)

Did I say that already, “Stupid?” Mark Chuckle-Berg?

I do appreciate this platform that Facebook provides.

Provides for all of us to share our stories, however how trite and however inane (or in my case, ‘insane’) they may be.

We are privileged to be living in a world where we can talk to EVERYONE in the WORLD with a simple mouse click or a keystroke.

This is magical.

I am so happy to be some small part of this Community.

Thanks in advance for anyone who comments.

And shares your valued opinion.

This is called “Social Media.”

Let us all be social.

And generous.

And civil.

And polite.

And giving.

To those who post thoughtful stuff.

And to those who post not so thoughtful stuff.

We all have souls.

And feelings.

Be kind: Rewind

(Okay, esoteric reference to anyone who has ever spent too much of their paycheck at a Blockbuster’s Video store back-in-the-day)

Stage Four Zero Fucks Given Syndrome

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Facebook Philosophy

I Recently Posted this on Facebook (not sure why)

“To All My Facebook Friends:

I love to ‘share’ stuff.

(This is the ‘primary purpose’ of FB as I understand it)

Some of the things I ‘share’ are good.

Some other things not so much.

But I share anyway.

Why?

Yep. I am generous.

To a fault.

I will give you the shirt off my back if it will do you more good than me.

I will give you my food, my booze, my car.

I will give you almost anything I own.

Because I do not care about material things.

The only thing I will not give you is My Life.

(There has been only one time I was ready to give my life for a friend, and that happened one Labour Day back in the Early Seventies)

I am older now and hopefully somewhat wiser.

And have become so ‘loving jealous’ of my life of late.

“Life is for learning.”

–Joni Mitchell

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(Just for reference in case you are new here):

“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.”–W. Shakespeare

Just a little more “added value”

If you have come this far,

You must surely know by now how much I love Joni.

Original “Woodstock”

Song.

Sung by

A Poet.

A Rare Gem

A Treasure.

A Woman (of Heart and Mind)

An Angel.

(There is no thumbnail)

Trust me!

It is Joni!

Watch and listen!

Try this one:

(These two below, actually)

There is never enough Joni in my World.

If you do not love Joni,

Well,

You have probably taken a wrong turn at

Albuquerque.

And should not be here.

Go back to California.

Or Egypt.

Or Cat-Man-Don’t.

Or

Whatever Planet You Call “Home.”

These days.

Oh Fuck it!

I will revist this when I am sober.

Fuck it!

WordPress is obviously

Broken.

WP and I have this in common:

We are both…

Broken.

Fuck it!

“Is it all books and words? Or do you really feel it? Do you really care? Do you really smile. When you smile?”

And since I am rather fond of complete sentences

(and closure)

I just feel compelled to drop this bit in.

(For those few, those happy few, who actually “get” me.

And my sense of humor.)

If I keep dropping mindless shit into this post, I am going to lose my fucking mind.

But I suppose this “Post” Was All About Some Of The Favorite Things I Love To Share.

Now.

Fess up.

Wasn’t it?

Fuck it.

You should not have come this far.

Go Away.

(This one is just for Lance.)

“Say, can I have some of your purple berries?”
“Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now. Haven’t got sick once.”
“Probably keep us both alive.”

I keep ‘sharing’.

But that was the entire point of this entire exercise.

Now,

Wasn’t it?

And just to tie up this thought process…

“Few of My Favorite Things.”

Someday, this post is gonna end.

I am gonna keep milking this cow until she be dry.

(Yes! I am insane!)

Please try to forgive me.

Or not.

Really do not care.

At this point.

“Sharing is Caring.”

Laughing out LOUD!

(I do NOT Subscribe to the “Social Justice Warrior” Magazine.)

‘Cuz I am an asshole.

But then, you’d know that….already.

Thank you if you have read this post.

I am not so much of an ass that I cannot appreciate any time you have spent here.

Thank You.

“Guess I’ll set a course and go.”

ZERO FUCKS GIVEN!

Oy vay!

Preach On My Brother!

“So, You Want To Be A Writer?”

“Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am.” I say, “I do not think, that is why I exist.”

Religion.

Specifically: Southern Religion

More specifically: Texan Religion.

I am talking Methodists, Baptists, Church of Chist(ers)—the Entire Gamut of The Faithful.

I love all of Y’all.

No secret: “Lance is an Atheist.”

(This is well-documented.)

However, I do love AND RESPECT

All Folks of Faith.

I just do not roll that way.

Cannot.

But I love the music.

And I love the morality

(I have that too— ‘morality’—I do not need Religion to have that)

I love the culture of Faith.

I never mean to demean anyone of Faith.

My fervent wish is to never offend.

I have too much respect for Folks of Faith.

Too much respect For Fellow Texans,

most of whom are Religious.

(I was going somewhere with this post)

Probably to Hell.

******

Post Script:

I have read ‘The Iliad’

And ‘The Odyssey’

And All The Norsemen—Thor–in particular.

I have read ‘Beowulf’

And The ‘King James Bible.’

All Great Mythology.

All Magnificent Literature.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but I know what I’m talking about.

(“One of these days I’ll look back and I’ll say I left in time.”)

Dear Facebook Friends:

(Rot-row—here we go again)

“Dear FB Friends,”

I begin again.

I ‘use’ FB to flesh out new ideas for new posts.

Most never come to fruition and most of my FB posts no one ever reads.

Doesn’t matter.

I write them.

Mostly for me.

Writing is generally an exercise in futility (or vanity)

Or Both.

And yet my Facebook stream of consciousness posts often times provide fodder for some ‘real’ posts at Texantales.com

I appreciate (even though I rant and rail sometimes at Facebook for being stupid and sometimes censoring me and being stupid)

Did I say that already, “Stupid?” Mark Chuckle-Berg?

I do appreciate this platform that Facebook provides.

Provides for all of us to share our stories, however how trite and however inane (or in my case, ‘insane’) they may be.

We are privileged to be living in a world where we can talk to EVERYONE in the WORLD with a simple mouse click or a keystroke.

This is magical.

I am so happy to be some small part of this Community.

Thanks in advance for anyone who comments.

And shares your valued opinion.

This is called “Social Media.”

Let us all be social.

And generous.

And civil.

And polite.

And giving.

To those who post thoughtful stuff.

And to those who post not so thoughtful stuff.

We all have souls.

And feelings.

Be kind: Rewind

(Okay, esoteric reference to anyone who has ever spent too much of their paycheck at a Blockbuster’s Video store back-in-the-day)