So Much Class!
Fun Fact: My Shipmate on the USS Frederick LST 1184 was a wanna-be banjo player and blue-grass dude. He tole me of a time he met Emmylou at a festival. She talked to him for thirty minutes! He Said she was so nice to him and encouraged him to pursue his dream
Asshole Didn’t even know who the fuck he had been talkin’ to… until years later
As I said:
It’s all right. It’s Mid-Night and I gots a half-gallon o’ gin!
I’ll be FINE OR ‘FINED’.
yUK yUK yUK!
I Fukken Love You!
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.
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.
I have read ‘The Iliad’
And ‘The Odyssey’
And All The Norsemen—Thor–in particular.
I have read ‘Beowulf’
And The ‘King James Bible.’
Read it Cover-to-Cover–Most Christians cannot make that statement in ‘Good Faith’–Yet I can, because it’s the truth.
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.”)
We are, all of us, solely responsible for our own happiness, or un-happiness, It is all on us-
No-body else is responsible
“There’s a “Hallelujah!” on the lips of every dying man”
Cred: The Highwomen
I’ll be an atheist until that day I die!
Becauss I learned to read.
At Age Three
Thank you Steve
Lance, you are a damn GOOD writer. An iconoclast is an apt term.
I LOVE anyone who comes ‘Home’ to me.
I am a slut, and a writer-whore.
Not much more.
Uh… did you fetch along any beers with ya, by the way. I’m just askin’ for the cat.
He likes his beer.
Wow tell us how you feel
I love aalll my reederrrs
All both of Y’all