Just One Bite

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My wife has a favorite phrase,  “I just want a bite”.  If it is something especially choice, a “bite” may appear quite unexpectedly and in the most inconspicuous of places.  It almost sounds biblical now that I think about it.

Anyway,  several of us were having a conversation a while back about what we think church should be like, what it shouldn’t be like, and eventually how certain books were included in the bible.  At some point someone made a comment that we should at least be able to see the reasons why certain books were included in the canon by the Bishops of old, and decide for ourselves. I understand where this comes from,  but think it is a dangerous exercise because we elevate ourselves above the many wise and godly that have come before us.

Our natural tendency, especially in these United States, is that WE should decide. We are the final authority, we are in control. This is not a new phenomena. We doubted Gods goodness first in the Garden, and in every generation since.

This is the history of how Protestantism came about, and continues to die and shatter into myriad expressions of Jesus “one church”, continuously for the last 500 years! At the outset, Martin Luther wanted to exclude a number of important books in our New Testament because he felt that they undermined the primacy of grace and reinforced works, prayers for the dead, invalidated the work of the Reformation, etc. Books like Hebrews, James, Revelation, etc. Can you imagine what we would have lost had these three books been stripped from our spiritual conversation?

So the thought seems to be that if it was done in the past, it was uninformed, and the reasons for the choice were primitive, not as informed as we are today. That only now do we have the enlightened ability to rightly separate wheat from chaff, truth from error, god-breathed scripture from the imitation.

This position invalidates the work and witness of the saints of the past, what the church calls Tradition, and what Chesterton calls the Democracy of the Dead.

“Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about. All democrats object to men being disqualified by the accident of birth; tradition objects to their being disqualified by the accident of death. Democracy tells us not to neglect a good man’s opinion, even if he is our groom; tradition asks us not to neglect a good man’s opinion, even if he is our father.”  I would go on to clarify by saying that Democracy today tell us not to neglect anyone’s opinion even if he is our enemy, while Tradition asks us not to neglect a good mans opinion even if he is our Great Grandfather. You get the point, we can’t and should not adjust the past to appease our current myopia.

So what Orthodoxy refers to as Holy Tradition can really be understood as Chesterton’s Democracy of the Dead, the wisdom of all the generations of godly that came before weighing in on a subject. The great cloud of witnesses.

If you accept this definition of Tradition, then you see how the church becomes a plumb-line through time, never changing, never wavering, shining as a light and a witness because she is consistent from generation to generation.

This is what I believe was gradually lost in the Reformation, seeking the fresh and new, and throwing out the wisdom of the ages.  Mat 13:52 –Then he said to them, “Therefore every expert in the law who has been trained for the kingdom of heaven is like the owner of a house who brings out of his treasure what is new and old.

I think the great tragedy of our day is our loss of continuity with the past, family traditions around holidays, the luxury of spending time with one another.

But the greatest tragedy of our day is that we doubt Gods truth, His words, just like Eve.  The church is like a bride who has seen her face in a mirror and having gone out, has taken a bite of forbidden fruit, and forgotten what she looks like, who she is.

 

 

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Every Day

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I remember many bits and pieces of my early childhood,  lessons that my parents imparted to me.

And later in life I began to draw upon the things that I was taught, not so much verbally, but more by example.

I remember my Dad getting up and going to work,  every day.  When he had several ruptured discs in his back, he would lay down in the back of our station wagon, my mother would drive him in, and we kids would help him slide out of the back on a piece of plywood so he could earn our bread. He would stand nearly all day long.  For months. And later, when he had lost his job,  he still got up and dressed for work, putting in applications and resumes until he had a new job. Every day. 

Years later,  I was stricken by Lyme Disease. Every day was a struggle,  a battle against unbelievable fatigue. It took it’s toll on my physical being,  my interpersonal life as well.  But I remembered my Dads lesson, and I got up and went to work. Every day. Most days my friend Wayne picked me up at my front door and took me to work.  We worked together, and he was a good friend through it all.  I supported my family,  and learned how the Lord carries us through the toughest places.

Dad was a stickler for detail.  If a thing was not done correctly,  exactly, specifically,  it was not really done at all.  That may have been partly due to our German heritage, but the point was well made.

Unless you did something in particular, it was not done at all.  You could not, should not,  “do something half-@ssed”. (My sweet little old mom). This is beginning to sound like a primer on “how to live the deliberate life”.

I’m going somewhere with this.  Stephen Freeman talks about the tendency of more and more Christians to make less of special,  holy days in the Christian calendar.  The Reformed downward slide into “Every day is holy” has resulted in no days being holy at all, separate or distinct, set aside for God. Many will disagree with my next statement. But if you do not worship God regularly, deliberately on a day that is set aside for Him, when do you worship Him, really, at all? What I’m saying is that what likely passes for worship now after the desacralization of Christian life in these United States is more of an internal head-nod to conservative principals. In general. Not specifically. Just like Mom described.

I think some of the frustration and apathy within the christian community has to do with the abandonment of historic biblical values by mainline churches. Churches that ordain women, promote globalism, brush pedophilia under the rug,  perform homosexual marriages, and even ordain homosexual female bishops, share a disproportionate share of the blame for a disaffected christian population. Their leaders have failed them. They are sheep without a shepherd. The scripture speaks to this specifically;

Eze 34:5 They were scattered because they had no shepherd, and they became food for every wild beast.

Eze 34:8 As surely as I live, declares the sovereign Lord, my sheep have become prey and have become food for all the wild beasts. There was no shepherd, and my shepherds did not search for my flock, but fed themselves and did not feed my sheep,

Mat 9:36 When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them because they were bewildered and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.

Jer 23:1 The Lord says, “The leaders of my people are sure to be judged. They were supposed to watch over my people like shepherds watch over their sheepBut they are causing my people to be destroyed and scattered.

Eze 34:10 This is what the sovereign Lord says: Look, I am against the shepherdsand I will demand my sheep from their hand. I will no longer let them be shepherds; the shepherds will not feed themselves anymore. I will rescue my sheep from their mouth, so that they will no longer be food for them.

Joh 10:11I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.

1Pe 2:25 For you were going astray like sheep but now you have turned back to the shepherd and guardian of your souls.

The scripture appears very clear that in any crisis of failed leadership the result is a scattering and winnowing of God’s people.  Wolves rush in among the innocent.  This present crisis is no exception. God will allow us to go our own way, interpreting things as we see fit. And the wolves will rush in, feeding on the flock.

So here we are today, many Christians, especially in America, feel alienated from the church, from one another, and especially from their government. Our Kings, our leaders, are immoral and godless. They have lost their divine mandate to rule.

But this drives us all back to the reason that we are discussing this. God holds failed leaders responsible for the fate of their flocks.

In America, the flocks response has been naturally to want a church, an ekklessia, without a Shepherd. Leaders have failed them,  they have gone their own way, so let’s do away with the need for them entirely.

Many will likely argue the priesthood of all believers. That is true, and yet God has specifically set aside men in every generation to lead His flock, speak the truth out loud, and suffer on His behalf. Specifically, not in general.

1Co 12:28 And God has placed in the church first apostles, second prophetsthird teachers, then miracles, gifts of healing, helps, gifts of leadershipdifferent kinds of tongues.

But scripture tells us that our enemy comes like an angel of light, he looks good, sounds good, and tells us what we want to hear. And will try to cut us out of the herd.

2Ti 4:3 For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions,

Now if you open your eyes, you will see and hear all manner of teachers out there professing things that tickle itching ears. They tell us fanciful tales of life with no pain, plenty of gold, aliens, doctrines of demons. All manner of things to distract us from the Truth.

We don’t need to believe any of these things to be saved. We only need to believe in Jesus Christ, the Good Shepherd, and rest in His birth, life, death, resurrection, finished work and second coming.

Every day. 

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Welcome to Lilburn, Georgia

I know where Lilburn is, and lived not too far from there at one point in my life, this makes me ever so sad.

Jesus Christ died for everyone of these men, but their level of deception is clearly evident. And we have to balance our socio-political context with the overriding truth of the Eternal Gospel of Jesus, what does God expect of us, our behavior towards others, in this? But we also cannot stand by and allow the future of our country, of our children and grandchildren, to go the way of Europe. Islam is opposed to everything but itself, and has come to kill, steal, and destroy. Jesus said the Pharisees were not children of Abraham, but of Satan. If the shoe fits…

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The future of America, Shia-style

Or maybe Lilburnistan.  Did you think that only Europe is being Islamized?

Lilburn is similar to many cities in America.  It has a cozy population of 11,000 in Gwinnett County about 15 miles outside Atlanta…  It also has at least four Islamic facilities each with colorful back stories.

The one pictured above, the A.G.A. Dar-E-Abbas Islamic Center, has a history of code violations.  Those violations are partly why a Dar-E-Abbas rezoning request was denied by Lilburn in a heated decision last fall.

Then there’s the “Nasfat of Atlanta,” also in Lilburn.  They seem to keep their noses cleaner than Dar-E-Abbas, although they promise on their website “to become renowned for quality da’wah,” which is Islamic proselytizing.  Nasfat also states that they will “not discriminate”…against Muslims.  There are no pledges on their website about discriminating against anybody else.

Next there’s a nonprofit corporation known as the Al-Rasoul Masjid…

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Trump-led Populist Exit

donald-trump-brexit-trexitWell, it looks like we’re about to give the Left Wing, elites and the globalists a big Johnny Cash middle finger.  Get ready, we’re going to see some big changes.

We may just get our wall, see a mass exodus of illegals, and see a repeal of Obamacare afterall.

George Soros, you can keep your Open Society…

I guess we can call this populist movement “Trexit”…

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Mean Bean Recon

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I remember the first time I had a great cup of coffee… I was 20 years old,  and my boss invited me to the break room for a cup and a Danish.  It was fresh brewed,  and the sense of well being I felt  was almost illegal.  I worked furiously for the  rest of day… I was hooked.

Fast forward 30- odd years.

I met my beautiful bride at a non-descript horse stable and riding school in central Texas. I told you the story here a while back.

My hosts were not coffee-drinkers, but I didn’t discover that until it was too late. I stumbled into the kitchen the morning after my epic drive, rubbing the sleep from from eyes and bouncing off of the door frame. They offered me a cup of Earl Gray tea. I thought…”Aw nah… McDonalds is At least 15 miles away.”

My  future bride-to-be arrived later that day, and I was smitten immediately. That was nothing compared to what was about to take place.

The next morning I was steeling myself for the long decaffienated drive into town when she walked her gorgeous self across the yard with a steaming hot mug of fresh-ground Starbucks French Roast with my name on it. Are you kidding me!? That was a Johnny Hendricks left hook to the jaw, knock-out…

That was THE best cup of coffee I’d ever had in my life up to that point.  No doubt. It was made with love.

We’ve had coffee together many wonderful mornings since.

The last shopping trip we went on together, I cleaned Walmart out of 8 O’clock Coffee Dark Italian Roast beans. I bought every bag they had, on my hands and knees pulling them out from the back of the bottom shelf, tossing them up to her by the cart. My wife laughed, then offered a satisfied smile. I said “you can’t take a chance of them running out of this stuff. Anytime that we like something they stop carrying it within the month…” Sure enough, try to find some 8 O’clock Itallian Roast Beans next time you shop.

Flash forward to this afternoon. I received a somewhat cryptic text from my bride on her day off,  something like “Just bought 14 bags of 16 oz stRbucks whole bean dark Italian roast for 5.99 each.”

What?  That’s 224 oz., or 14 lbs, of the most heavenly coffee.  With tax that’s ~$95 worth.  Most husbands would have something to say about spending that much on coffee. When I came home all I could say was “Baby,  that’s fantastic! What a deal!!! Great job!!!”

Sure enough she one-upped me. Raised the bar. Now I’m looking for 50 lbs. burlap sacks to be delivered by pack mule…

But in the morning, we will share mugs of steaming hot, smoky sweet love with roasty overtones.

That’s what she said. 😉

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New Dark Ages- Wayward Pines

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I’ve read a lot lately about the incredible moral shift that has taken place in this country, and which has been greatly accelerated by the last two administrations. Make no mistake. This began a very long time ago, and has happened many times before. Students of history will tell you there truly is nothing new under the sun.

Depending upon what you’ve read and understood, the Dark Ages generally refer to the time when the light of classical antiquity had been extinguished, when the heights to which Mankind had risen; science, art, education, and spirituality, had all been largely lost. “Enlightened Humanity” survived apart from the general population in a cloistered “Wayward Pines” existence. Much of what we know and revere of our past today was preserved and brought to us by Monks living in isolation. They went into a time capsule, an Ark of sorts, and emerged around 1000 A.D. with the spark of civilization still burning. Everyone else suffered short brutal lives of death, disease and want.

The era began with the fall of Rome. She is all around us, we’ve borrowed from her engineering and social programs, her political system, and her war machine. In more than one sense, we have tasted Rome, and she is in us. As are her foibles, failures, sins and inadequacies. I understand that the Fall of Rome was a process, a 200-300 year period in which Rome progressively lost control of her territories, military, political, and financial power. In the end, Rome was conquered by the very barbarians she enslaved and used to protect her walls, fight her wars, wait her tables, plough her fields, and bake her bread. She was a multicultural phenomena who fell apart under the weight of her own diversity, centralized power, wealth, and decadence. Self-determination is a hard dream to exterminate, it is born anew counteless times every generation. For it is an echo of the life spoken of by God.

So here are we are today, in our “Rome”. Most good men with a listening spirit can hear what the Spirit is saying to the Church. Darkness is coming, Death is coming. Barbarians are coming. And the dream of self-determination is rising again along side of these.

Perhaps survival happens again by exercising the “Benedict Option”, living a life apart from the culture, wholly disengaging where our consciences tell us there is a a better way. Maybe that’s not enough this time, perhaps this is the end of the age and the next light we see will be The Light of Life, Jesus Christ.

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Organic Union

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Earlier this year my sweetheart and I tied the knot. Jumped the broom. Got hitched. Reading the title of this post, one who is less alpha-aware might think that this is going to be about well-composted, aromatic herbs, what someone I know refers to as “Skunk Apples”. This is not the case. This is not about herbs, apples, or organized labour Unions. This is about marriage.

Nothing about my bride, or myself, could be misconstrued as “traditional”. Perhaps once upon a time, but less so as we’ve matured and had our eyes opened to a number of things in this old world.

We both struggle with the traditional organized church, and how we as Christians first continue in fellowship with the Saints if we aren’t in some sort of body (25 Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching), and exactly what it looks and feels like to be in meaningful communion almost daily with our spiritual kin. Something to chew on for sure.

But back to our nuptuals…

We obtained two marriage licenses before we were able to pull it all together, meet the J.P. and hear the official words pronounced over us, having our intentions officially witnessed before God and man. Not sure what that says, but we took two runs at it, and with diligence we got there. We thought remarrying this way would be simpler, quicker, and less stressful for the families that we were “blending”.

The day of the ceremony I was working, and told my bride where to meet me and our witness. She didn’t baulk at the fact that we were meeting at the local feed and supply store, which to me was a very good sign. She had passed many tests and jumped through many hoops already just to get to this point, so this was further confirmation that she was indeed my woman!

I waited for a few minutes outside the feed store, looking for her to pull in when the owner stuck his head out and said “you can come inside unless you are afraid she’ll drive on by without you…” We should talk about prophetic giftings later.

There I was standing on the side of the road, you know, to flag her down so that she wouldn’t miss the turn into the feed store. I saw her round the curve, accelerating the whole time, and began waving, jumping up and down, etc. She shot past me like Usain Bolt hitting his stride on the way to the finish line… Nothing but a cool breeze to tell me she had been here seconds before.

“Brother, just keep waving, one of ’em will stop sooner or later!” the store owner choked out, my witness, and by-standers started snorting and chuckling as I turned in dismay. “Maybe she’s sending you a message” said my witness… “yeah, she may have found a better deal” another one hooted.

Dang. I grinned a bit wider, and figured I’d use it to amuse you all here.

So I called my sweet bride-to-be.

Me: “Baby, you just shot past me.”

Her: “You said a half mile. You’re always very precise with your distances. I haven’t gone that far yet.”

Me: “Uh, just turn around and keep an eye out for me on the right side of the road”

Her: “OK”

She eventually made it, and we migrated down the road from the feed store a piece to the ceremony site. There were killer Chihuahuas and Bassett Hounds in attendance as we exchanged vows, and signed our papers. Most interestingly, in this civil ceremony, God was named and invoked in as reverent a manner as if in the greatest Cathedral. Jesus was there, after all. We’ll talk about how this is at some point later on. But He was there.

“You may kiss the bride…” You’d better believe it, if she loves me enough to get married this way, I’m going to keep her till the day I sail over to the other side. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me, I love her dearly.

Afterwards she hopped in her car, and headed to our new home. I stuck around to pay for the ceremony, and make sure I had a copy of the official, executed license.

The store owner smiled at me, and said “you did a lot better than your bride did, sir, you’re a lucky man”. She is a beautiful little thing, and I’m crazy about her for sure. Truly my better half.

This was really like a frontier wedding in so many respects. Very few people attended, it was very functional in that we didn’t waste time on a big fancy spread, clothes, etc. And once it was over it was business as usual.

After we got home, she looked at me and said “I’m hungry!”

So we drove up to the restaurant on the corner, sat in the bar at happy hour and had burgers and sweet potato fries, and a few cold beers a piece. 🙂

There are no juvenile, puppy-love moments between us. We experience an incredibly rare intersection of two lives on a journey to eternity. We’ve had our disagreements, and differences, but I can honestly say that sharing life with her is better than I could have ever imagined.

Marriage requires sacrifice, no doubt. But what else is there on this earth that at it’s best can so nearly mimic the love and care of God towards us, bringing death and rebirth in submission to our Lord and one another? And in this becoming something new and more glorious than we could ever be alone.

This must be why the Ancients held marriage to be a sacrament, an outward sign of the grace, presence and working of God.

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The Apocalypse of Faith

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From Wikipedia- An apocalypse (Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψις apokálypsis, from ἀπό and καλύπτω meaning “uncovering”), translated literally from Greek, is a disclosure of knowledge, i.e., a lifting of the veil or revelation. In religious contexts it is usually a disclosure of something hidden, “a vision of heavenly secrets that can make sense of earthly realities”.

We have a neutered, culturally acceptable definition of “faith”.  By faith, we are often speaking of our “religion”, more  our brand of religion, our specific belief system, our “Denomination”. We have Roman Catholic, Orthodox, Reformed faiths of all sorts (Baptist, Methodist, Pentecostal, etc.) And once you move outside of the rigorous definition within Christianity, the word almost loses meaning.

But what exactly is faith? It is believing what cannot be seen or proved, stepping out and trusting that what God has said (in scripture, and by witness of the Spirit),  acting upon it. Risking your life’s direction on the faithfulness of God.

Father Steven Freeman, in “Why Does God Hide? “ says this about faith, that it is a holy exercise of hide and seek, one that requires you to make a decision. To be all in. 

“The question for us is how to live there, or even just go there for once in our lives…

If you liked Ferraris, your friends wouldn’t be surprised if you had photos and models, films and t-shirts. It might become obnoxious. But if you sold your house and used the money to make a down payment on one, you’d be thought a fool, possibly insane. Seeking God is like that.

The God who wants us to seek is also kind enough to hide. Finding out where He is hiding is the first step. Finding out where you are hiding is the next. But the greatest and most wonderful step is turning the corner, buying the field, selling everything that you have, picking up the coin, making that phone call, saying “yes” and “yes” and “yes.”

Most of us would not characterize God’s apparent lack of presence as “kind”. We would say that He is not available, some may say asleep at the wheel. Not present for us, the way that an idol is. There for us to walk by and casually brush with our finger tips as we go about tending to the pressing cares of this world. No, to find Him we have to leave the place where we hide in this world, in activity, in self-definition, in chasing our existence, and seek Him out where He hides. In inapproachable light.

The definition of the Apocalypse, the revelation of Truth, is dependent upon where you stand. For those seeking God where He dwells, it is a beautiful thing to behold. It is all about the final restoration of the Creation. For those far off, chasing the world, the Apocalyspe is about TEOTWAWKI, the end of the world as we know it.

 

 

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I Walk The Line

walkthelineIf only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?

-Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

 

I don’t know about you, but I seem to confront this in myself more and more the older I become.

The things that wake me at night are not enemy armies poised here to enforce martial law, the corruption of our legal and political system, death of the Constitution, or US military manoeuvres in our backyards. They probably should though.

No, the things that haunt my dreams, that cause my heart to race and waken me from sleep are the loved ones that left me too soon, things that I have done, or left undone. Divorce, missing my kids, the passing of my father, my grandfather. These are the things that stalk me in the night.

More and more, I find myself thinking about the day that I breath my last. The day that all of these earthly cares that tug at us fall away.

The day that I meet Jesus.

“You’ve got a way to keep me on your side, You give me cause for love that I can’t hide.

For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide, Because you’re mine, I walk the line.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time, I keep the ends out for the tie that binds,

Because you’re mine, I walk the line.”

Yeah, bet you never thought you’d see Cash and Solzhenitsyn quoted together in the same paragraph. That just proves the universal dilemma of man. We’re are good, and we are evil, and we always need saving.

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Neo-Luddite Chronicles

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The Luddites were artisans and skilled craftsman that feared their trade and livelihood would be replaced by mechanized production and unskilled labor. They were right.

Since I began my second career in the early 90’s, there has been a steady infiltration of the work force by productivity tools, optimizations, rationalizations, all in the midst of mergers and acquisitions demanding further reductions in the labour pool. Email became the gold standard of communication, now we have Facetime and Skype for Business on our Smart Phones. We can be marshalled into a virtual meeting of unlimited size by a simple invitation.  We liked the gadgets, and didn’t fully realize that our increased productivity meant fewer jobs to go around, and the intrusion of the work place into our only sanctuary, our homes.  The simple fact now is that companies need fewer people than ever before, and you are encouraged to work as many hours as you possibly can.

Now Google heralds their Atlas Robot as the end of manual labour within 4 years! If it is even 1/10th as effective as they think in replacing human labour, the end is truly in sight. Corporations will pay less in health care and wages, lose less to sick days and maternity leave, while increasing productivity with workers that never tire or sleep. And putting even more in their pockets. The new “non-essential worker” will be put out to pasture on the government plantation, ever more dissatisfied with life as they are replaced by increasingly mechanized systems, and robotic labour.

It is a never ending downward spiral, where it stops no one knows.

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Don’t Make Me Cut You

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Hey, it’s been a while. My sweetheart finally arrived here, and we just put a contract on a house. She was able to transfer and keep her job, and I’m working a new one for the last year. Looks like our lives may finally begin to look “normal” once again.

So the other day I looked in the mirror, and decided that my hair was too long. Not Rock-Star/ Hippie long, just generally unkempt and shaggy. I needed a trim. But money is tight, and I’m trying to hold onto a big fat down payment for our dream home.

It was at that point I made the fatal decision to cut my own hair and save $30.

I set about the job, using a number 4 guide on the back and sides, then using my fingers as a guide on top. It turned out great, took me all of 10 minutes, and saved me $30. I cleaned up with a spring in my step, as I was looking forward to a nice meal and a movie over at Sweety Pies.

I knocked on the door, she opened, smiled and said, “Oh, u got your ears lowered…” I slowly replied ” yes…” She says, “Baby, why didn’t they trim your eye brows? You need to make sure to tell them to trim those brows…”

Uh oh. I hadn’t even thought about this wrinkle, having lived the last 5 years as a bachelor. I’ve been accustomed to wearing clothes that didn’t quite match, self-barbering when circumstances warranted, and occasionally hanging my shorts on the doorknob.  So you can see how it might not occur to me that this wasn’t an acceptable practice. Only two choices presented themselves at this moment. I could feign a seizure, hit the ground foaming at the mouth, in hopes of distracting her. But she’s a pitbull when she’s onto something. Or I could tell the truth, receive grace and see the pride in her eyes as she realized how resourceful I was. For I saved $30, remember??

Here’s what really happened. I hesitated, looked down and mumbled something like ” Well, I did it. Didn’t I do a good job? ” As I looked up through my bushy eyebrows like George Clooney.

“Oh, no… we don’t do that, baby…” For roughly 10 minutes the look on her face hovered somewhere between nausea and horror. I saw that Johnny Depp, Edward Scissorhands look in her eye. I know what she said, but what I heard was ” don’t make me cut you “…

At several points during the evening she stopped the movie, looked in my eyes, and said “We aren’t going to do that, OK? I’ll go to the barber shop with you…”

Not just “No”. The last thing in the world any man wants is to have his better half accompany him to the barber shop. That is sacred he-ground. Just one woman in that setting can cause planets to collide, and bring the Universe to an abrupt end.  If you’ve ever watched Gran Torino, you’ll understand.

Just imagine walking into the local barber shop  with your wife on your arm, talking about what cute things her cats did that day, and asking your barber to please make sure he trimmed your eyebrows. I would have to turn my man-card in immediately. They might even cut my entire package off, because I might be able to counterfeit another card.

Then I could just go to the beauty shop.

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The Cult of Personality

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cult_of_personality

Personality cults were first described in relation to totalitarian regimes that sought to alter or transform society according to radical ideas.[4] Often, a single leader became associated with this revolutionary transformation, and came to be treated as a benevolent “guide” for the nation without whom the transformation to a better future could not occur. This has been generally the justification for personality cults that arose in totalitarian societies of the 20th century, such as those of Joseph StalinBenito Mussolini,Kim Il Sung, and Ruhollah Khomeini.

Ways to spot someone who aspires to be Socipath in Chief;

#1) Sociopaths are charming. Sociopaths have high charisma and tend to attract a following just because people want to be around them. They have a “glow” about them that attracts people who typically seek guidance or direction. They often appear to be sexy or have a strong sexual attraction. Not all sexy people are sociopaths, obviously, but watch out for over-the-top sexual appetites and weird fetishes.

#2) Sociopaths are more spontaneous and intense than other people. They tend to do bizarre, sometimes erratic things that most regular people wouldn’t do. They are unbound by normal social contracts. Their behavior often seems irrational or extremely risky.

#3) Sociopaths are incapable of feeling shame, guilt or remorse. Their brains simply lack the circuitry to process such emotions. This allows them to betray people, threaten people or harm people without giving it a second thought. They pursue any action that serves their own self interest even if it seriously harms others. This is why you will find many very “successful” sociopaths in high levels of government, in any nation.

#4) Sociopaths invent outrageous lies about their experiences. They wildly exaggerate things to the point of absurdity, but when they describe it to you in a storytelling format, for some reason it sounds believable at the time.

#5) Sociopaths seek to dominate others and “win” at all costs. They hate to lose any argument or fight and will viciously defend their web of lies, even to the point of logical absurdity.

#6) Sociopaths tend to be highly intelligent, but they use their brainpower to deceive others rather than empower them. Their high IQs often makes them dangerous. This is why many of the best-known serial killers who successfully evaded law enforcement were sociopaths.

#7) Sociopaths are incapable of love and are entirely self-serving. They may feign love or compassion in order to get what they want, but they don’t actually FEEL love in the way that you or I do.

#8) Sociopaths speak poetically. They are master wordsmiths, able to deliver a running “stream of consciousness” monologue that is both intriguing and hypnotic. They are expert storytellers and even poets. As a great example of this in action, watch this interview of Charles Manson on YouTube.

#9) Sociopaths never apologize. They are never wrong. They never feel guilt. They can never apologize. Even if shown proof that they were wrong, they will refuse to apologize and instead go on the attack.

#10) Sociopaths are delusional and literally believe that what they say becomes truth merely because they say it.

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