I am not a prophet …

I’m not a prophet.

But if I were?

I would be like JONAH …

I would EVENTUALLY do what God wanted me to, with a lot of hassle, and being swallowed by whales.

And, stubbornly, after bringing God’s word, I would sit on a hill near Nineveh, waiting for them to fail God again.

From November 2019:

MOAR on CURSING …

When I was a kid I had a bicycle.

My sister cried to my parents “let me ride Dan’s bicycle”.

I was angry and I told her “I hope you crash”.

She crashed, and had to be taken to the ER, chipped tooth.

That’s a CURSE. That’s CURSING.

When I was a boy, my “evil sister” was pissing me off …

She was standing on the deck of our second house, being a bitch.

I took the hose and sprayed the hornets nest in the cedar stump.

The hornets went after my yelling, EVIL, sister …

THAT was GAME THEORY.