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Thursday, January 28, 2021

WAS IT WORTH IT?

WAS IT WORTH IT?

Was it worth it, Donnie J. Trump, to earn the title of the biggest liar on the planet? Was it worth it to teach your children to be liars, cheaters, and dishonest adult men and women, who follow in the footsteps of their father? Was it worth it to leave a legacy for your grandchildren to endure the embarrassment of the Trump name? Was it worth the shame of knowing that you established yourself as a cheater for refusing to pay workers millions of dollars for jobs performed for the Trump organization? Was it worth the few moments of ecstasy you received in the infidelity against your wife and the monetary value you paid to keep your mistresses silent? Was it worth it to beguile the Christian Church to become the empire of evil? Was it worth the applause of an ignorant group of Americans who would have followed the devil into the pits of hell in order to defy a stable government and endorse a dictator?

Now that your reign of evil has ended and you are no more than an dissolute man with nothing to stand on but a sinking foundation of evil, are you proud of your empire? The Trump name is a lost domain that lies in shame beneath the burnt ashes of defeat. Rejoice not in a life ruined by the uncontrollable desire for greed and power. Now you suffer down the road of selfish riches surrounded by the self-centered image of a man lost in his own character.

You should be forced to wear the sign of “danger” as a warning to others who are caught up in the same struggle for fame and fortune. But are you man enough to stand up and apologize to a generation of believers that you lured into following a false prophet? Or are you still determined to continue to spew your authoritative rhetoric to a group of red-capped fools who have no knowledge but to overthrow the world’s greatest democracy?

How does it feel to know that America is doing just fine without you? In fact, America is doing better without you. Your narcissist’s desire for greed and your uncontrollable need for power have led to your own demise. Florida doesn’t want you. New York doesn’t want you. Scotland doesn’t want you. Even Putin doesn’t want you, now that you can no longer be used to inflict havoc into America’s democracy. You look up into the skies and see signs that tell you that you are America’s worse president. You are a man without a country and an emperor without clothes and you will stand naked before America’s bar of justice.

So many lessons about life you failed to learn. You failed to learn what most rich men learned years ago. With a mail-order pride you cannot buy love. That act alone, proves what a stupid person you really are. You are incapable of experiencing some of the greatest emotions that define humans. You are a pathetic man without the knowledge of love, and you have never experienced empathy for others. The only human you have ever cared about is yourself. You have disrespected women and to you women are mere objects for sexual satisfaction. You should be behind bars but we do not know what the future holds for you.

There is no reason to hate you, but there are plenty of reasons to despise you. You have brought America to the brink of another Civil War. The damage you caused to America and your ability to lead a barrage of lawless men in an insurrection of the United States government is the greatest dishonor ever performed by a US president.

So for now sleep well old man, and walk the floors in your midnight dreams for the headless horseman is galloping in your direction.

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AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS

I have written a book that tells the story of a famous, country preacher during the years of my growing up experiences in Louisiana. The church was the center of social activities, and this particular young boy spent many hours attending church services. In this book I not only relate some of the popular sermons preached by Brother Myers, but I also give examples of some things that happened in the church that were comical. For example, there was one night, during a serious sermon, that a big, bug got entangled in the hair of one of the sisters. To a nine year old boy comical reactions followed. That same bug began to dip down into the hair of other ladies in the congregation. Many interpreted their reactions as spirit-filled moments, but others saw the bug and knew the real story.

I also tell the story of the yellow jacket that got caught up under the skirt of Miss Nellie on one particular Sunday morning church service. Once again many thought that Miss Nellie’s actions were spirit-filled, but others knew that a yellow jacket was of the stinging type. The most exciting story that I describe is when Sister Simmons shouted during the annual church revival. Regular church members had learned to dodge the bobby pins that flew like bullets through the church when she performed her famous “head jerk,” procedure.

At the end the book I retell the story of White Sunday. It is an emotional story about an African Americn lady who wanted nothing more than her children to learn about Jesus Christ. So she asked permission for her family to attend a white church and sit on the back row. The act of having to ask permission and being forced to sit on the bank row disturbs me even until this day. This reminds me of present day evangelical Christianity, when a gay man is refused membership to a white church. Or when church members refuse to sit by same-sex couples in church, or when a sign is posted on the church door that says, same-sex couples not welcome.

From the beginning of evangelical Christianity in America, very little real Christianity has been portrayed. It is hard to imagine Jesus denying anyone the privilege of listening to his sermons. I speak with disgust, because it still gets under my skin that as a child I was brainwashed to take part in such unchristian edicts.

Moving from my soap box, I hope that many of you will read and be blessed by the book entitled, AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS. The book can be ordered from Amazon.com and is part of my religious series.

GOOD MORNING CLASS

The vast majority of the world’s population has spent time in a classroom. Some of that time was interesting but most of the time was boring, some of the time was informative but most was a waste of time. The book GOOD MORNING CLASS is interesting, informative, and at times, emotional. Teachers, parents, and students, can benefit from the information contained within this book.

Most adults have an interest in what goes on inside the classroom. Parents have special concerns that their children are being taught by qualified professional teachers. This book proves what can be accomplished when a professional steps inside a classroom. Professionalism is required for a teacher to create an interesting environment for learning in a classroom filled with thirty or more diverse students. A professional is also required in maintaining order and establishing an informative environment conducive for learning.

Substitute teachers have a more difficult task engaging students in something other than what students call “busy work.” GOOD MORNING CLASS is a story of one day in the life of a substitute teacher who was determined to employ students in some kind of constructive learning other than busy work. In so doing he faced rudeness, criticism, and slander, which he handled in a professional manner. In the end, he gained respect from most of the students and managed to maintain a learning environment.

IT'S NOT ME

IT’S NOT ME

Mirror, mirror, answer me,
who is this strange face that I see?
Could it be someone I don’t know,
a different person in a different show?

For Father Time has not stopped,
the hands have moved around the clock,
And now I look and can barely see
the strange face that stares back at me.

But when I look deep into those eyes,
I see the roads and remember the miles.
I see the paths that I have crossed,
and remember the friends who paid the cost.

I read the signs along the way
and heard the many voices say,
so fast the time, so fast the years,
over distance meadows, and rolling hills.

Sunsets, sunrises, I have seen,
many happy times were meant for me.
But death did knock on my front door,
and say to me, “Time is no more.”

The creepy crawlers in the night,
came and tried to take my life.
But I awoke and cried out loud,
“This white sheet is not my shroud!”

There are too many places I’ve never been
and too many faces I’ve never seen.
Great bodies of water I have crossed,
and in a land of needy there were coins to toss.

I’ve talked with the living and held hands with the
dead,
And listened to the spirits play games in my head.
I’ve spoken in languages I did not understand,
and made peace with myself, in a far away land.

I’ve seen people with hands out needing coins to eat,
and watched hunger devour that wasn’t so neat.
I’ve seen people made happy with so little it seemed,
and I’ve learned great lessons about material things.

So if Father Time should say to me,
a little more time I give to thee.
I will use that time preciously.

But if I’m walking my last mile,
I will walk proud and I’ll wear a smile.
“If it’s minutes, if it is hours, if it is days…
I don’t know.”
But one thing’s for certain I’ve enjoyed the show.

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