Bill the Butcher

      I have a friend. He lives off in Norway or somewhere we had to snatch away from Hitler back in the day when he was in town trying to kill all the bankers, but that’s a tale for another time. Anyway, he’s got this YouTube channel where he sits out in the woods, drinking coffee with this little fire. He addressed basically the same stuff we all wonder about. But he comes at it from a different slant. He says he’s a pagan.   Now I am hard pressed to admit that there’s anything I know nothing about, but I’m totally ignorant about pagans. All except the blood eagle which is . . . special. How in the world did anyone ever come up with dragging someone’s lungs out their back and strapping them to a tree with their disembodied lungs portraying eagle’s wings, and how did anybody ever live long enough to get hung up in the tree. I definitely would not want to slap his sister!   But that having been said, I didn’t know there was any of these cats still around, and if...

    To all the Woke, broke, and poked, your lives will never be the same and Austin is now the capital of the Dis-United States. Your Obama orgasm is over. The far left had become so arrogant that when the first sump-pump fired up on January 21 st they didn’t even notice. By the time they did notice they were already bundled in the chapel, and we were over the wall screaming, “Viva Trump!” Biden the 1 st was in exile constructing an insanity defense, and the likes of Ellen Degenerate were fleeing to anywhere but here, hopefully safe on airplanes guided by air controllers who were hired because they were the right gender, color, or connections. Well, it’s all over now and it’s gonna be Monday until the cows come home.   Ya’ll remember that political pendulum I’ve told you about over, over, and over again? You know; the one that’s always swinging, right to left, never standing still! Yeah, that one. Well it’s swung “right” up your associated posteriors right now and will ...

  In 1421 AD, a flood swept through the Netherlands, submerging 72 villages and drowning between 2,000 & 10,000 people. Survivors saw a piece of wood floating on the water, and a cat was jumping back and forth on it. People wanted to save it, but they were surprised to find a child sleeping peacefully. The cat was alternately jumping on the edges of the bed to maintain its balance so that the child would not drown. This story was very famous in the Netherlands, and 4 centuries later the event was immortalized in the painting “The Inundation of The Biesbosch in 1421” by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema. This story is the origin of the wording “the cat’s in the craddle” The baby was named Beatrijs / Beatrix when she was found, which means “the bringer of good luck / joy” but also “the lucky one” Although nowadays it’s not a commonly known story in majority of The Netherlands anymore, it is known to those who grew up in the Biesbosch area.

    O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; 2  To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary. 3  Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee. 4  Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name. 5  My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips: 6  When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. 7  Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. 8  My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me. 9  But those that seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth. 10  They shall fall by the sword: they shall be a portion for foxes. 11  But the king shall rejoice in God; every one that sw...

          Matthew 13:25   But while the man slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went his way. Looking in the Wrong Place   Last night I had a revelation. I would  love  to tell you that while my dog was digging in the back yard, he came upon some golden tablets which answered all of life’s questions, but I found no golden tablets. However, I  did  find some tares.   Yesterday, in some ways I  did  walk in the woods. It had been a terrible day. Week actually. One after another things were piling up to bring me down. Late last night I retrieved my Bible, My Book of Mormon, and some beer. I thought that by careful research, and ardent prayer, some divine answer would come to me from the great beyond like a mystic Mr. Clean, and all my questions would be answered, but about an hour there was no connection either between the two books or between myself and heaven. All that was left was ...