A rant is for getting things off your chest? This fits, then. Some of it, you'll see, is my chest itself, who I am. There may be something
worthwhile here. But everything here is mine. I give it to you for your use if it is suitable.
I like looking at trees. They go up, up, and up, drawing the eye. They seem to know they are headed Home.
God has to be infinitely better than I am. I know what I'm like, and you really don't want a Universe run by me. "Do as thou wilt?" Are you
completely insane, or just totally evil?
I never enjoyed playing hockey, tennis, or racquetball. But handball and soccer? That was fun.
Are you fighting a person, or an idea? A person is much more valuable than an idea. An eon from now the idea won't even be a memory. The person
will still be eternal. If you're fighting a person, you'd better be deep in wisdom and in God. That's dangerous territory.
Please don't miss out on enjoying wine. If your body allows it, throw a feast with a good red wine. Be an Italian in spirit. Dance, sing, pray,
love, feel the earth.
Oh, there is evil. Spiritual, damned, treacherous, destroying, evil. But it wouldn't have a chance if you didn't find it attractive or easy to
rationalize. More important than a medical check up is an affection check up.
Joy is everywhere. Sometimes the pain shuts our eyes to it, but it's there.
I don't care for pain, personally. Oh, the feeling is bad enough, ask me about my removed gallbladder, but the temptation! That's my problem. I
want to be pampered, excused from my work, allowed to feel sorry for myself, become self-centered. That's what scares me.
I went down to a local stream a couple of weeks ago. There was a branch stretching out towards the center of the stream. I became sixteen again.
Please don't tell my mother or my doctor about my trip out on that branch. My heart pounded, but it was amazingly worthwhile. A little insanity is
I hate hate. It tries to sneak in under several disguises, some times we don't even recognize it at first. But there comes a time when we ask
ourselves if we are going to stop our hating, or keep it up just a little longer because we're winning, or it feels good. That's Death.
I get confused a lot. A fellow told me once that I was just acting like a nice guy. I still can't figure out how he wanted me to act.
Very few people realize how tremendously difficult focused, serious thinking is. Very few know how to do it, we're not trained in it. It's worth
trying now and then. If you get to twenty minutes uninterrupted, please send me a U2U, so I can learn.
Honest, the first time I was called an Israeli shill, I spent time looking up the shells of the Red Sea.
No, you can't talk to women, not really. Especially not now when they're undecided about who they are. You can "interact" with them in a rather
distant way, or you can love them completely as Jesus did, or the very best of men.
I'm a little surprised at the number of Black heroes I have. It dawned on me about a year ago. Statistically, it shouldn't be that way. I think I
have about eight times the number of Black heroes as I should (statistically). I wonder what's up?
Why do women have to go to the bathroom together?
Find out what supply and demand curves demonstrate. Know what artificial restraints cause in a market. Know what the Laffer curve is. Understand
basic statistics to include sampling.
How are husbands and wives supposed to behave? People seem to object to the Biblical version. They think it makes women inferior. Another case of
"I don't know what I'm talking about - itis." The man is called on, clearly, to sacrifice everything he has and is, including his life, for his wife.
A man who is serious about marriage, literally puts his life on the line as a gift for his wife.
If you don't have a nodding acquaintance with Socrates, Dante, Shakespeare, Newton, The Federalist Papers, St. Thomas Aquinas, the Hallelujah Chorus,
Michelangelo, The Mayflower Compact, The Bible, Roget's Thesaurus, Kipling, Dixieland and Big Band, the Reformation, Greek and Roman culture and
thought, and so much more, you've been blinded by our school system and damaged infinitely beyond anything that can be done by a GMO, a chip, or
Find Truth. Find Beauty. Find Love. Find God. Show those to others. Stop wasting your time with trivia.
Do you think any of this is fake? No. I'm old enough so that I don't have to impress anyone on earth. I've done enough impressing. Surprisingly,
even that gets old after awhile. I have no reason to try to be fake with you. What a stupid, petty, game that would be. I have, instead, a duty to
be honest and open with you. Sure, I foul up sometimes. I'm sorry. I hope you'll forgive me. I hope God will be merciful to me.
Yes, there is a guy code. No, you can't get me to tell you what's in it. Once, a woman saw part of it. All she could do was say, "That's silly," as
she went to meet her girlfriends for lunch and a shopping trip.
I was married once. I can't even begin to grasp the thinking of those who can marry three, four, five times, or more, with each one lasting three
years or less. Don't people know what marriage is? You know, I guess we don't anymore.
Consider anesthesia. Do you want a tooth filled, a Caesarian birth, or an appendix removed, without it? How about Aspirin? Penicillin? "Big
Pharma" has a long way to go before I see them as a net minus to mankind.
Someday, dance with a member of the opposite sex, holding each other, moving gracefully from place to place on the dance floor, never simply rocking
to and fro. Take lessons if you have to. Ballroom dancing, with all it's terrors to the average male, can be one of the top ten experiences of a
Write a piece of poetry. Taste the words. Go through the labor of rearranging them, looking for just the right image, then realize you have to do it
a bit differently. It is a little like labor to bring forth a creation of your own. Try it sometime.
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