Prayer for Readiness: Lord in Heaven, Jesus Christ, on this Day You have Risen, and on this Day all the pain of the world is washed away, and on this Day ALL of Our sins are FORGIVEN. But You, our Lord, will Return one Day. You have given us a road map in prophecy, You have given us instruction as the Son of God on Earth and in Your Apostles. It is now up to US, your Church on Earth, to be READY, to avoid the snares of false prophets, and to simply BE READY at all moments, because We do not know the Hour of Your return. In Your Name We Serve, AMEN.
It’s funny, maybe not so funny … If you wanted to prepare the human race for the arrival of the Anti-Christ? – the last few years are about perfect, everything since 2001 … but definitely everything since 2020 …
Dearest Laura, we can strive to be the rulers of the wasteland, our children will live feral lives our mongrel dogs will eat old-English flesh. I will resume my studies, looking into the funeral plan and you can become that HOT TEACHER, filling the spank bank, every boy to a man. And we shall RISE UP like the phoenix after the fire shower and those wolf-rebels will bow to US and be our glower …
I remember you LAURA, when you were young and nice and mild. I remember you when your life was that of a child, and we would fish for big cats and you would mock my pole, and we would laugh for hours, along the meadow creek. I remember that time the whore doctor aborted that kid and we needed to bury little Sam, because no one wanted him, not even his mum. We were free back then, our hearts so light. I remember you that way Laura, a fighter.
It’s like marriage is a dopey thing and if we get tied, our hearts by a string, the minister makes promises with gliding self, and there is no meter by which the organ makes sense. It’s a being stuck with somebody but it’s not a normal trap, it’s the snare of ages – the ancient curse. You are bent and broken by this lost banshee, and yet you call her your wife?
We will have babes, there names will be foretold. Our children will control the Mexican, and the railroad dingo will offer the throne. Beyond our years, as the grey turns to dust and the mind becomes rust, our lives will be rich, you’ll be my BITCH … and I love you …
… dearest Laura …
I need to tell you something, it’s about farmer Jack.
A few years back, after the great storm took out the Haglamite Klan, and the witch-maidens of quadrant-34 relented before the shirtless battle monks of Houston …
A while back when the last king bowed down and the throne was burned and the human spurned …
There was this farmer guy, Jack, and he owed me $50 for a bet we made. Don’t worry about the bet … maybe it was related to your blind sister’s first kid and how long the child would live. Needless to say, JACK lost the bet and owes me $50 … and I’m none to happy about it. So I go by his place with my new colt .45 pistol, and I demand he pay me … but he wouldn’t.
So I killed him and dumped his body out in the woods for the coyotes.
Oh … yeah … dearest Laura …
I have four rape babies … I used to drink … I’m sober now … but yeah: rape babies.
Like I said – I’ve been watching “Little House …” and I’ve been back on Twitter for a couple months. And there’s this ALMANZO guy and he reminds me of some of the shit heads that end up in my timeline on Twitter …
And this ALMANZO guy?
What a shit head …
He’d be on there too, posting pics of his abs, shredding video from TAHO, and discussing his sobriety …
(and this is why I love spaghetti westerns – not so judgy, no real heroes, just people surviving)
“If you were an asshole while drinking? – you’re still probably an asshole. If you blame alcohol for YOU BEING a SHIT HEAD? – you are DEFINITELY an asshole.” – Dr. Freckles
Charles butts in on peoples lives, like a 19th Century Captain Kirk, violating the “prime directive” every hour. And sometimes he gets punched … or he accidentally gets shot … or gets shot by bad buys with wonky shotgun rounds … but hey, he’s Charles.
Then there’s this episode where Nels is looking astray … and he wants Charles’ advice. The SAME MOTHER FUCKING CHARLES who can’t pass up any opportunity to denigrate or ridicule his wife, Harriet Oleson. So Nel’s probably thought: “this fucker mocks and disrespects my wife in front of me, why won’t he listen to my woes concerning Molly?”
BUT NO …
CHARLES then switches to JUDGE DREAD mode and says cold and off putting shit …
Fuck you … Nels just wanted to talk … mother fucker.
He goes to the fucking Mine, and kills some Chinese, almost kills himself …
He goes to move nitro glycerin, with Louis Gosset Jr., and he takes credit for beating on a MICK …
He goes to Mankato, to save some random shit head, gets into a fight, and he still lives …
