Bill the Butcher

  Awful: adjective   Very bad or unpleasant,  "the place smelled awful"     Praise Allah, she died.  (Rouqa on the death of his baby, Tala.) In a heartbreaking moment of hope, the bloodied baby Tala was reunited with her father after a strike that injured them and killed their family. In a crushing loss for her father, Tala died, just days before her first birthday. ( Courtesy of NBC News)   Awful! Let’s define the word. Something so bad you can’t get your mind around it. Something that makes you believe in the devil even if you’re an atheist. Something that makes a grown man cry.  No matter what God told Abraham, or how the property transferred to Joshua at the closing table, or how deep that water was in the Red Sea, a man with no interest in world politics, a man with no family left after Israel exacted “God’s will,” a man losing the only member of his family, a baby girl not yet to her first birthday after she was miraculously pulled from the ...

  Man is driven by emotion. It would be nice if he were guided by love, empathy, and logic, but the tiger in the bushes precludes all that, and primal man is still, well, primal.                               FEAR     And what, you may ask, is the tiger in the bushes? Examine yourself. What scares you? I mean really scares you! A loud noise? Some movie? A wife on the verge of becoming an ex-wife? Those things are terrors that are constructed. They begin with a thought, and take root in your psyche. Things that simmer until they come to a boil. They go bump in the night. We all have them. I’ve contended with divorce six times. The first time I went out into the desert to die. By number six I just went to lunch. I  replaced the word “Ex” with the word “Next.” And I got plumb good at it! I began to consider why I was racking up...

  Out of respect for the victim I will refrain from all “Dumb Blonde” jokes, but not from the time honored “You can’t make this stuff up” qualifier. Ok. Where do we begin? A headline from The Guardian:   A girl was allegedly raped in the metaverse. Is this the beginning of a dark new future? Save your fork, it gets better. First things first. The Metaverse is a virtual world. Uh. . . it ain’t real. You go online, put on special glasses and pretend to be anything from you to some critter from Star Wars. Mostly you pretend to be something you are not, which is the main reason people galavant off into something like a Metaverse in the first place. Guys look like body builders and girls look like the body they wish they had.    The question of whether virtual rape is “really rape” goes back to at least 1993, when the Village Voice published an article by Julian Dibbell about “a rape in cyberspace”. I remember years ago when the internet was young, that we would get girls...

 by Dr Truth Did you know that the Talmud was finally written  five years  after the death of Christ? Or that sex with a gentile under the age of three years and a day was  permitted  ( same for boys of the same age )? Mind blowing.   Five hundred years, that is.   Jesus God. The Jewish encyclopedia says that gentiles  are not men  (gentile comes from the word  gentilis  (do the math), aren’t men at all, but an evil beast.   Also, in Israel, when the Rabbi commits a circumcision, he places his mouth over the circumcised penis, and sucks the blood! You gotta read these encyclopedias.    

  What do  Netanyahu, Putin, and Kim Jong Un all have in common? I’ll make this quick because I have a lot to say. I’m gonna prophesy here. An asteroid! Because all three are part of a dying race and that’s what happened to to last dying race that ran the world into to ground, formally known as dinosaurs, which is what they truly are!   Throughout history strong willed despots have risen to the occasion and made history, or rather rewritten history to suit the image they wished to leave to posterity. They had the sharpest sword, the loudest roar or the audacity to impose their will, good or bad upon the masses thus enslaved to fulfill their egotistical dream of the way things ought to be according to the gospel of whatEVER floated their party barge. But times, they are a changing to borrow a line from a poet. And through no fault of its own the world in general has grown weary of this and the old order changeth!    There are numerous reasons for this. Of course ...

And a Little Child Shall Lead Them   Isaiah 11:6-9 The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf and the lion and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them.     When you consider the enormity of the universe, the vast distance between our solar system and even the closest star, the numbers are beyond human understanding, indeed computation even using all the modern mathematics devised to at least try to understand the issue. It makes us ask: Why in the world would God create a system so vast that there’s absolutely no chance in hell for man to totally grasp it? Well, it’s because it wasn’t exclusively for man. The insignificant primate so recently wearing a Brooks Brothers Suit could accurately be identified as the proverbial fart in a hurricane, only on a cosmic scale.        The arrogance of the human Gnome to suppose that he, she, or it has any effect at all on the destiny of anything except its ...

NewBaby positioned the panel on the closet wall. Three staples, and it was secure.  Then another, and another until the little room was covered in all new wood. Then, the carpet. Seaming it into the bedroom carpet, it looked as one piece.    Now for the latch. Retrieving his deceased fathers’s drill, he meticulously drilled four tiny holes.  The latch had to be perfectly married to it’s counterpart so as to slide together with only a slight click.    Opening the can of stain, he took his sponge and put stain on it. Daddy has taught him to caress the stain on the surface, never use a brush because that would leave streaks and ridges. Stain must appear to be the natural state of the wood, not artificial.    The tools scattered all around the floor had belonged to his dad, Sergeant Joseph Tarajos. Five years before Agent Orange had taken him home. Each Christmas Joe would go into his wood shop and make toys for his “Buddies.”   That Ch...