sanctimony is tough to stomach, nausea accompanies my trips into the presence of sanctimonious pompous asses in motion and mouths akimbo…but today is not their day…this is a memory day for people that are unafraid of Death, that recognize it is an element of the continuum that we call Living. Some of us worked for decades to become Saints and we prayed and fasted and studied and preached and taught and sang and counseled and comforted and wept with mourners and prisoners and the dead and the dying and the cold rigored hands…I wanted to shoot for sainthood without sanctimony hypocrisy and bullshit nonsense ass kissing or bike polishing…I asked that God would make me Good at being Bad…and Bad at being Good, ya know honest so I got to hit the streets sober, for many years until the Blue Heart Break that must happen…Happened.
today is my day…i am one of the old crowd that’s still around…there’s a few, damn few of us that I see anymore…Saints. Thank God …I’m out, way way out of the church, I mean, talk about some holy shit! and where do they keep all those bulls in today’s Ecclesia? potted plants for the pig sty and politically correct language to pray with, warmed over saliva from the Bible belt’s messages about the Greatness of Yahweh / Jehovah and His Romanesque Gentile Convert of a Son , Jay Bob…he’s as Autistic as Dustin in Palestine…that ain’t saints…sheeit.
Jesus of Nazareth is a Saint, no, he is not God Almighty, Adonai Tzevot, The embodiment of the Tetragrammaton, HaVahYah or Jah Jah Binks, he doesn’t need to walk on water,he doesn’t need to walk at all, he is Jewish and he is not cute or nice, he can be profane when it is needed and he is fond of friendly women…Oh No Hetero Messaioh with a Paramour? not a sex relationship, of course, Right? C’mon people Wake Up …this is a Guy, a Man, he passes wind and takes a leak like the rest of us saddled with dragons and worms, we drank, ate and told jokes, we mocked the hypocrites, especially the priests…in fun in sardonic simple fun before we attacked the Romans at night. and then he taught us…about Malchut and The Crown and the Wisdom and Understanding…then he taught us of the Tree of Life and all the Roots and Branches in that Tree and the Light and the Law and the Shechina, the Glory of the Temple of the Most High…and The Real Deal…and the Conclusion of Matter, Interincluded Triangles, Ratios of Gold and Surrealism, Event Horizons, Aquarius and Israel’s Mazel…not all of That made it to the New Testament…Saul the Lawyer got his hands on the Story and it became a Legal Treatise…Good, but heavy on the Hebrew toned to Romans Legal Jargon garbled by too many translations and poetic license…I prefer the Master’s Teachings.
The Teacher has mentored me for sainthood, no shit. It is not fun and it is not always pleasant and the pay sux and it is absolutely Thankless…and I report every day and night to him, he puts me in touch with people and all he says is: “Just Listen.” which has become my practice, Now, I am always learning to unload the gatling gun in my mouth after class and not curse out the church members while destroying Idols, Idlers and Plasticene Porters at the BurgerBasters. Discipleship and Sainthood is Long Walk with your Teacher and short walk out the back door of the modern church…back to the Bagels, Back to the Bagels we go for Sunday Brunch and morning coffee…I like the paper NY Times, don’t you?
I served for 40 years in the Protestant Church after my Seven years of Roman Catholic Indoctrination/Incarceration at the school of the Saints of Joseph and Genevieve…the nuns would ask if I was posing for holy pictures as I day dreamed of destroying the school…I was 6 and the picture of saintly and holy…this little acolyte got cracked by the Superior Mother of the Institution for my gross and inappropriate conduct…I kissed Kathleen McCue and asked to carry her books with my friend Charlie Donuts…Sr. Hildegard saw us…Charlie got Rulered for Being There and Watching me …he was punished for not saving her and or not reporting my brute sexual assault…it is unsaintlike to think of nuns in compromised positions as Penguins…but it happens as all shit does.
I’m 65 and disabled, I get Social Security and am an ExPatriot whos in a country the state department will warn you about, I will not live, no, I will not live , no I won’t live There or anywhere in the United States anymore no mo on Purpose…I don’t and won’t pay taxes, the Social Security money is mine, I paid them to save it for me, they pissed it away, not Barack the Black…if the USA wants me in prison then they better send some # letter boys and girls for me to take me out of here… Because when you get on my land, and you make an evil intent known to me, threaten me or abuse the ones I love…I Imagine…no religion, no posessions and no hell below me and above me only sky…and Imagine me with a scalpel sharp machete as we discuss our different ideological sticky talking points…give me a Reason and I will repent of your murder later…OK, Ok and the Master says: “That’s Love? …Do this, Don’t tell ’em, don’t warn ’em, Wait…thats all…Wait and you will learn how the Saints Come Marching In Every Direction…Wait just Wait and while you are at it Love your Neighbor, He Will Be Here.”
The Ladder is up against the Correct Wall, the Grafitti Artist is Being Accused and John Philip Sousa is Striking the Marchers, Mother Theresa will lead us in All Hail the Power of Mary’s Name and Herald the arrival of the Lady Bearing Huge Jugs and Water . Mother says with a smirk, “Just Do It and Shut Up.” She has a Way with the Word, doesn’t she?