Send me to Ohio to be with my Family.

Today's Earworm(s)

Could have fooled me.

Today's Earworm

I've come to the conclusion...

...that everything is going to go to hell no matter how much I fight against it. It doesn't matter.

It never, ever, matters.

I'm tired.

Not in danger, just venting my feelings.

.38 on the dresser
Whiskey in my hand
On my hand I slide on
A golden wedding band
You promised me forever
that you'd love me till I die
All along it turned out
that that was just a lie

I never could be perfect
I failed a time or two
I though that it wouldn't matter
so long as I had you.
But you got sick and tired
of the man I couldn't be
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.

I put it to my temple
Squeeze the trigger nice and slow
The hammer falls on empty
Cause I'm not ready yet to go
I light another cigarette
Lay my head back and I cry
While in my head flow memories
of a life that's passed me by.

Bridge

I get out of my bed again
Ease myself down on the floor
Crawl up onto my knees
And again I ask the Lord
For the strength to go another day
To go on living in this world
And to pray that someday soon
I'll get to see my little girl

I never could be perfect
I failed a time or two
I though that it wouldn't matter
so long as I had you.
But you got sick and tired
of the man I couldn't be
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.
You took all the better
And the worse you left with me.

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And then make me a sammich

*Sigh*

St. Louis. Baltimore. Los Angeles. This is what happens when you pay the barbarians to leave you alone. They keep coming back for more. Individual lives matter. Yours, mine, black or white, gay or straight, Christian, Atheist, Catholic or Protestant. Muslim or Jew. Violence begets violence. So understand rioters, that you are NOT immune from this. You are NOT protected. Sooner or later, all your "pay us or we'll riot" political games WILL backfire, and people just. Won't. Care. Anymore. Sooner or later, the victim stops caring how it'll look to the teacher when he fights back against the bully. And THAT is when society will crumble. Because it WILL be every man for himself, and nobody will WANT to look out for his neighbor anymore. We live in a world where we have to walk a fine line between law and order and individual liberty. It's a tightrope. While balancing a house of cards on your head. And like any tightrope, the slightest misstep will cause the whole thing to fall. Not that the barbarians care. They just want to loot, pillage, rape, and burn. They are parasites, not caring that when the host dies, they die, too. Thing is, unlike most parasites, these CAN choose something different. And unlike Viking times, when the parasite actually lived elsewhere, and could be driven back, these live among us. There is no front line anymore. The societal cancer may have spread too far. I don't know if this can be fixed. At this point, we can only pray.

We all have 2 choices. One is E Pluribus Unum. The many becoming one, MLK's dream of people be judged by the content of their character and not by the color of their skin. Trash is trash, doesn't matter what color you are. Quality is quality, doesn't matter what color you are. The other is not what people purport to want, and historically leads to bad ends, but seem to be agitating towards. Separatism. Territories. Reservations. Ghettoes. An area where the Other will not go, where they can be driven back to, and where they can be found, wiped out, and destroyed on the slightest excuse. Just ask the Sioux. Or European Jews. Or Jews and Palestinians in Israel. Or South Africans of any color. I'm sure there are numerous examples.

Can we turn it around? Not with people angling for power and control. Because that's all this is about. Who controls people. Gets them do do what they want. Al Sharpton? Alex Jones? Same animal, different group they are agitating.

And I am sick of feeling agitated. I'm also sick of hiding in my blanket fort. I'm going to Church, to their Cinco De Mayo carnival, and I'm going to watch families have fun, and live vicariously for a few hours. Even if it rips my damn heart out. And I'm going to bare my teeth smile through it all. I choose to rejoice with those who rejoice today.

The large print giveth and the fine print taketh away

Bloggers helping bloggers

This is Angel. She has been a friend to many in need over the course of the 2 years she's been blogging. She is a mom to 2 Autistic daughters. She just replaced the roof on her garage.

Her laptop is now unable to type the letters t or h, and the USB ports on it are sloppy loose so she's unable to plug in an external keyboard. In other words, it needs replacing.

This is the GoFundMe. Help a fellow gunblogger out. You know what to do.

I am heartbroken and defeated

She told me she's filing for full custody. She asked me not to fight it. I can't, anyway. I can't afford a lawyer. I likely won't be able to afford a trip to Other State. She's offering me visitation.

I'm so tired of fighting. I spoke to my little girl on Saturday. She was still trying to fix things. She asked me to just write an E-mail telling her Mother "I love you." I told her that I do love her mom but that things had gone too far for that to fix things, that it wasn't her job to fix things, and that it wasn't her fault. All the while I was bawling because my heart was breaking. She is such a sweet, loving little girl, and I could hear in her voice that she just wants her family intact.

I then get an e-mail and a voicemail chewing me out for "breaking my daughters heart and hurting her feelings." Even being honest with my daughter is abuse in my wife's eyes. I can't do anything right.

Last night, Progeny says she doesn't want to talk to me.

All I can do is pray. And cry in private. It's all I have left. That and hope I will one day see my little girl.

I give up.

Happy Easter.

I could moan and bitch right now about being alone at Easter. About missing my family. And believe me, I do miss my family. It hurts.

But this morning. I forced myself to go to Mass. And during the Homily, I heard a message of Hope. It's the first Hope I've had in a long time. and I choose to share that with you instead.

Over the last few Sundays, I've gotten the impression that there was a miracle of Pentecost going on. The sermons have seemed specifically targeted to my circumstances. I don't know if the rest of the congregation heard the same Homily I did, or not. I didn't ask.

The message I heard today related to Good Friday, and Easter. You can't have an Easter Celebration without looking back to Good Friday, and Good Friday is meaningless, without Easter. And the theme of the Message (and I've been hearing variations on this theme all through Lent) is that God has something good in mind for me, too. I can't point to specifics, it's just the germ of an idea, that these bad times I have been going through are not the end. That there is something wonderful waiting for me at the end of this painful experience.

I have Faith. And I will freely admit that it's a weak Faith, but it's there, quietly refusing to stop knowing that God is here, in the midst of things, working things out for the good of His wayward child. I'll be honest, I don't know why, I gave up on me years ago.

Now I have Hope, that there is something good waiting for me, as this unfolds to it's ordained end. I don't know what it is, but it's enough for now. I have the hope of a whispered and half heard Promise. Just. Keep. Going.

And oddly enough, I have Love. There's the obvious, I love Progeny. But even after all that's happened, I still love my wife. She told me that she's happier, now, without me. So out of love for her, I will not deny her her happiness, even if it means my own pain. I miss them. Terribly. But love means looking towards the good of the beloved, even, sometimes, at your own expense.

She's told me she's filing for divorce. And that she doesn't trust me with joint custody of Progeny. She's told me she "might remarry me in the future, if she can learn to trust me again," which strikes me as trying to let me down easy. If divorcing me is what will make her happy, then so be it. I do intend to fight to stay in my little girl's life. I can't do otherwise.

I will freely admit that I may go back to "woe is me" tomorrow. For right now, in this moment, I'm going to cherish this gift of Hope my Lord has given me.

Regarding the Religious Freedom kerfuffle

It's summed up nicely in the first antiphon for Morning Prayer in my Breviary today(Wednesday of Holy Week, for future reference).

"Evil men said: Let us make the just man suffer, he sets himself against our way of life."

It is, quite simply, a war of mutually exclusive ideas.

Seriously, in this day and age, are you completely unable to get a cake made by someone else? You HAVE to force a Christian to go against their principles?

I get that their side and mine disagree. I even get that there are some Christians who would absolutely love to force gays to act straight.

Here's my solution. If it's not biblical, let me know.

God gave us Free Will. Some people abuse that Free Will by going against His Will, and do so knowingly. God freely respects that choice. I suggest we do the same.

This is not to say we can't be like John the Baptist warning people of the consequences of their decisions. Not condemning, mind, warning.  And for the love of all that's Holy, don't go full Westboro. Never go full Westboro. DO NOT BE HATEFUL. Witness to the Truth, in Love. Witnessing to the Truth in Love was how Jesus got the despised sinners, e.g. tax collectors and prostitutes, of His day to repent.

Thing is, just like John the Baptist, we risk, when we do so, losing our lives for the sake of the Truth. John called out Herod and his wife for incest. He lost his head for it. Jesus ticked of the Religious Authorities of his day who were more interested in secular power than in doing the Will of God, and got Crucified. This is what it means to be a Disciple of Christ. Your reward is not in this life. Remember that.

I've read this book before...

They say that those who don't study history are doomed to repeat it.

Lets see here, the Canaanites tried to get rid of the Jews, and we don't see the Kingdom of Canaan anymore.

The Philistines, where is Philistia? Beuller... Beuller...

The Babalonians, same same.

Rome... crickets.

The 1000 Year Reich lasted what, 15 years?

And now Iran, ISIS, and a lot of radical Islam want to abolish Israel.

Go nuke another bag of popcorn, would you please? I think I know how this'll turn out.

FML

I spend all night having nightmares about being unable to protect my daughter. I wake up this morning, and my wife tells me that Progeny has asked for my prayers because she's sick, and, "Will I be there for her birthday?"

I haven't been on the new job long enough to earn vacation time, and I can't afford it right now anyway.

Suck it up, punch your demons in the throat, drive on. That's the only solution I have right now. Time to make it happen. 

Depressive's Prayer

Disclaimer: This is a release of emotions, not a declaration of intent. Think it could be set to music? 


Are you there, God?
Do you even care, God?
Don't you see my tears, God?
Don't you know my fears, God?

Chorus: 
You bore Your Cross for love;
I just bear it.
You bore Your Cross for love;
I just wear it.
You bore Your Cross for love;
I just fake it.
You bore Your Cross for love;
I can't take it.

Can you feel my pain, Lord?
Can't you see that I'm ashamed, Lord?
Why am I alone, Lord?
I feel it in my bones, Lord.

Chorus:


You promised You'd be there, God.
And it didn't matter where, God.
I don't have any hope, God.
And I want to tie the rope, God.

Chorus: 
 
I'm crying out in prayer, Lord.
I really hope you're there, Lord.
I don't know what to do, Lord.
I'm hanging on for You, Lord.

Chorus: 

It really hurts a lot, God.
And I want to take the shot, God.
I can't take it any more, God.
My life is just a war, God.

Chorus: 
 
You know my little girl, Lord?
You know she's my whole world, Lord?
Please keep her safe for me, Lord.
When in a better place I'll be, Lord.

Chorus: 


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You know...

It takes a lot of stones and very little brains to make fun of a man twice your age for wearing an OEF cowboy hat. That boy is going far in life. It'll be in the wrong damn direction, but far.

I just walked away. I've been called worse, by better. Not worth my time.

Rent is due

Would anyone be willing to hook me up with $60 so I can make rent?

I'm sorry, it's just been one of those years.


UPDATE: Received. Thank you.

Please, I beg you, listen to this song.

It hurts. It hurts more than you know, and it hurts more people than you intend.

This is why I have to find reasons to live. One of my reasons is Progeny.

Words hurt. When you say, "I only hurt your feelings," it matters just as much as if you threw a punch.  Yes, mere words hurt me. If I am less in your eyes because of that, so be it.

She hurt me, I fought back, and I lost.

Sometimes, that's how it is. I try not to bother anyone with my pain. Don't want to harsh your mellow. Today, it's too much. If you need me, I'll be in a bottle.

Pillage, Then Burn.

Those bastards.

If I have to suffer...

God has a sense of humor...

So today, I went to Confession. Because the hurt and hopelessness just got to be too much. Given what's going on in my life, and what day it is, I'm sure you understand why.

After being Absolved, I went to Mass. And these were the readings.

The Homily(Sermon for my Protestant Brethren) also seemed... directed.

I still hurt. But so did St. Dismas.

Remember me, when You come into Your Kingdom...

Today's Earworm

God, if You really love me, You'll kill me as I sleep tonight.

No, I'm not going to do it myself. It's up to Him.

What's the point?

A man goes to work, where he has to drop everything for everybody, gets constantly told he's not doing good enough, or that he's doing it wrong, and has to do it the boss's way or he'll get fired.

Then he goes home to the love and comfort of his family. Where he has to drop everything for everybody, gets constantly told he's not doing enough, or that he's doing it wrong, and he has to do everything her way or he'll get fired divorced.

So then he turns to the hope and comfort of his religion. Where he gets told from the pulpit that he's not good enough, or that he's doing it wrong, and that he should drop everything for everyone else, and he has to do it God's way or he'll get fired eternally.

Seriously, why bother?