"I MAY BE A BEAST, BUT I AM NOT A FOOL." : HERD HEALTH MEDICINE : "SPOONFUL OF SUGAR HELPS THE MEDICINE GO DOWN (?)"

James E. Avery, DVM / Son

LSU-SVM Class 87'

My Arkansan Family
Love Stronger Than Justice
(?)
(although I love them, I have good reasons keeping distance between me and them)

Charles Densen Avery, MD / Father

Betty Jo Wolfe-Avery,  RN / Holy Spirit

Donna Gail Avery-Devine, my big sister.

Dana Mitchell Devine-Rodriguez, youngest niece.

Stephenie Lauren Devine-Fincher, eldest niece

***

Mercer Law Alum 

Becomes 

DeKalb County's First (?) Hispanic (?) Judge 

in 

Recorders Court

Judge Nellie Withers, right,  with her mother,

Juana Fagalde,on the day she was sworn in.

"I hope that my appointment sends a message to immigrants of what can be accomplished, even in the first generation, by immigrants in this country," she said.  "I know that without the strong support of my family,  especially my mother and her emphasis on education, I could not have accomplished as much as I have."

A native of Bolivia, South America, she came to the United States when she was 6 years old.  "My family chose to come to this country with the hope of becoming citizens and a part of the life of this country," said Judge Withers, who is a naturalized citizen and refers to herself as an "American by choice."  I am Hispanic by birth and ancestry, but I am resolutely and completely a proud citizen of this country."

If Judge Nelly F. Withers thinks she can knowingly enter her own prejudice into my court hearing's 

and 

keep getting away with it...

She better know the difference between knowing all the different combinations of prejudices 

she 

gotten away with so far...

She better know the difference between the prejudices 

she 

thinks she getting away without me knowing about

and

 the one she arrogantly keeps thinking she getting away with because I didn't call her on it...

again.  

(this one especially I can't stop laughing about)

She's just about to realize 

how fatal 

a 

combination of anything pissing off 

a

 TRULY BLUE BLEEDING HEART LIBERAL 

by

 anything combining  false or token with either Christian grace or blue.   

I've met this woman face to face on two different occasions for same citations.  

Spoken with staff about her.  

Too her staffs defense,  it doesn't matter what they've told me.  All that matters, how they reacted even if saying nothing being just as important as the ones who had no problem talking with me...

when

testing them,

after

having watched them interacting with a Judge Weintraub first,

after 

having observed the difference between the same staff interacting immediately with Judge Nelly F. Withers next because first Judge didn't realize he had walked in front of my house(?) until Officer Lorena 

RUSHED RIGHT UP INTO THE STAND WITH HIM 

and 

told him something I wasn't privy to,

after 

personally having to deal with his wrath because I jumped in an surprised him with a couple of questions having just read his lips from where I was standing

after

having personally having to experience her face to face,

then 

carefully phrasing my conversations with them as I worked my way out of the building. 

Then we repeat all this again, 

along with a packed court room more of an audience than compeers(?) waiting their turn(?).

Because of all the confusion I don't care to go into...

first times court room almost completely empty; nor Judge Nelly F. Withers aware, just how much of her staffs natural prejudice toward me, I had to deal with getting those warrants for my arrests successfully withdrawn.  How I kept at it, and kept at it, and kept at it; until one came back on rotation 

and 

remembered me (?) from before.  

"Oh, I remember him!" 

all she said.  

From that point on, all of them sweet.

That first day,

face to face with Judge Nelly F. Wither,

having already thanked this woman who remembers me with a dozen orange roses picked up along the way;

I TRIED my best our Mrs. Withers A CHANCE, 

catching a carefully worded warning with the first words coming out of my potty mouth:

"I...

am a veterinarian.  

And...

I have a RIGHT to insist YOU show RESPECT for my profession 

the same 

as 

I MUST YOURS."

"WELL!  I HAVE A DOCTORATE!," 

Mrs. Withers said in a "SO WHAT" kind of way. 

"So which is it?  Judge Withers or Dr. Withers?" I asked.  

I guess she didn't know; getting no answer to that one.  

I corrected her once soon after for calling me Mr. Avery instead.  

And that was the only time hearing her address me as Dr. Avery since.  

Boy OH Boy OH Boy she gonna shit her panties when she reads this.

 And let's not go forgetting among all this mess,  how "THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS MY FRIEND" made up of Bobby Rasulnia (THREE SENIOR CITIZENS' TOKEN FAG), Janet Gary (HOSEA JOKE BETWEEN ME AND HER HUSBAND BOB), nationally known pastoral consultant George Robert Gary, Senior ThD (STILL JUST DOESN'T GET IT, HOW DEKALB COUNTY'S TOKEN CONSERVATIVE BITCH ALONG WITH HER TOKEN NIGGER THE PROSECUTING ATTORNEY IS JUST SITTING FACILITATING /LAUGHING AT US LIBERAL AND PROGRESSIVE; ME JUST AN ANTI-CHRIST, I'M ACTUALLY HIS SUPERIOR NOW, HIM AND HIS WIFE HAVING OFFICIALLY KILLED THEIR OWN CHRIST WHEN MY ANTI-CHRIST WAS NOTHING MORE THAN W.W.J.D. TODAY...JUST ANOTHER LANGUAGE TOOL.  IT'S ALL ABOUT PRAGMATIC COMPETENCE YOU ARROGANT OBTUSE SWINE), picked up one more, becoming the "VIGILANTE FOUR" instead.

"Well. 

You had your chance presenting your case," 

say 

Judge Nellie "FUCK THE LORAX" Withers at the end with a sneer.

"OH NICE TRY!" 

I came this close to shooting her down with another one of hers she use on me during that shameful display of a Kangaroo Court that day.

This woman no problem being paid the morally deficient one, even if being what it takes getting this mismanaged court back on track, as well as one still getting a good nights sleep at night. 

  

Nothing better keeping staffs on their toes than one quick boss to bitch.  

The fact that she a minority makes it even better; 

in other words...

definitely not a W.A.S.P. Chief Judge this time around.

That definitely asking for trouble.

And a man too quick to yell runs the risks of being accused of sexual harassment. 

Can't help laugh at that one.

Suppose I'm never going to get anyone understanding that one; one of many reasons I attribute to my unhappiness in the field of veterinary medicine.  

MY GOD!  

Although, in general, I got along with the females better then my male compeers, they can be, and I mean ALL of them can be, quite cunning with their all of their prejudices with me. 

 Even if it wasn't my dick pissing them off in the first place.

Although it is sexual harassment,

no one is ever going to believe me.

Along with them and Janet Gary and Rev. Jill and my mother and my sister and down the line...

where Jesus was the sacrificial lamb becoming CHRIST manipulated by the like of Bob Gary into being their dope FEEDING their women...

I'm just going to be the sacrificial pig every one else is waiting/hoping someone else will do for them instead. 

"Will someone PLEASE shut that TOTAL PIG up and BBQ him before he actually becomes the  ANTI-CHRIST he's wanting to be.  I've just got too much good stuff going on in my life I don't want to part with.

So out from among all of this, I'm going to bring attention to all he METHODISTS:

Judge Weintraub

Peachtree Road United Methodist Church 

Bob and Janet Gary

Glenn Memorial United Methodist Church

James E. Avery, DVM

First United Methodist Church of Prescott, Arkansas

And the same goes for

 EMORY UNIVERSITY,

a secular Methodist Liberal Arts and Science campus,

for failing to believe a veterinarian the likes of me could  ever be THEIR compeer.

Whether they like it or not,  I'm definitely their superior...

NOW!

All of this was never my intention in the beginning of all this; nothing more than another

METHODIST 

asking for help the only way he knew how.

 

How does one go ask for help if not sure where to begin?

And you've all recoiled in horror, 

starting with my one and only friendly neighbor

JANET GARY 

whom I've made my 

QUEEN 

just by this simple act long be before I even knew it was her husband

 BOB GARY 

who was supposed to be the 

KING.

As 99.9 percent of the dialogue between me and their household was between me and Janet,  as I have no idea how much of our dialogue she has shared with her husband,  as she started the dialogue first crossing over to my street first after I had lived across from them already a few years, after listening to her and she told me they would soon be moving and everything else she said, as I then told her I was gay as well an atheist at the end of our conversation over and beyond considered fair to volunteer about oneself first visit, as I then waited and let that household again be the first to make the next move again as her husband as usual was not home still coming and going as to a full time job,  over time as Bob went from just Bob to  Rev. Bob to Professor Bob to Dr. Bob (from something Janet said to me sounding as if once "Head of Chandler School of Theology) to Saint Bob to Testosterone Bob (when all along it was actually his overly inflated pride/ego  Janet was letting him hide/protect behind her age and Parkinson disease being she feels responsible for not catching sooner as a possible treat to their reputation), even sending a link to Janet having just started my first blog as an experiment to see if it would be a suitable outlet for my political passion as a way she could learn more about her neighbor if wanted to.  

From the very beginning right up to that day I went trying to ask for help, the "whole one hour and fifteen minutes" I spent alone inside Bob Gary's home he goes around telling everyone it was his wife that got scared,   I didn't learn until after I called the police first checking on them before receiving an email later from them concurring against me together and ever since, using a language that was not only far below what was suppose to be  Bob's talent but also what he does for a living best...deceives...depending on whom he trying to persuade...and what he's trying to persuade them to do.  The arrogant obtuse swine he is just can't believe he can be beaten down by the likes of me. 

Even the wise King Solomon from the bible,

fell into corruption/idolatry toward the end of his reign, 

his kingdom splitting into two. 

Then each and every one of you since down to the very last one of you and I have still yet to find one single person willing to trust me 

and concur with me instead of each other, for one reason or another,  against me. 

I just do not understand why

"TRUTH BE GOD"

can't be the universal one...

INSTEAD?   

So... 

along with me believing I have absolutely no obligation/responsibility helping others live with their lies if wronged by them in anyway first and forever since until doing right by me with the first lie.  

I absolutely will not let any kind of Christian, 

even one so 

GRAND AND WONDERFUL AS BOB AND JANET GARY 

in spite of their attempt at appearing modest, 

believe they can expiate for any of their sins against me, 

even sins subtle as prevarications/perniciousness not a crime as opposed to my email violating their restraining order against me,

 that was not only nothing but words but words to be TRUE,

 in any way until I've signed off on it first.  

Hosea 6:9
New International Version (NIV)

9 As marauders lie in ambush for a victim,
so do bands of priests;
they murder on the road to Shechem,
carrying out their wicked schemes. 

I know exactly what all churches beautiful and wealthy and white are...

nothing but money laundering scheme to begin with helping their own congregations deal with their guilt's on the cheap.

Again...

everything so scripted down to the second,

it's all nothing but living...

A LIE!

Wit should be more like the nibble of a sheep than the bite of a dog.  For if it's like the bite of a dog, it's insulting instead.
 

The only saving grace card 

the

METHODIST 

 have left to play...

is unconditionally dismissing all charges currently pending against me, getting the fuck out of my way, and staying the the fuck out of my way.

As always, with anyone, will listen to anything they have to say first, even if no choice on my part, 

then we go from them.

Whether they like it or not,  

I'm definitely their superior...

NOW!

Wit should be more like the nibble of a sheep than the bite of a dog.  For if it's like the bite of a dog, it's insulting instead.

You just have no idea 

how 

that first lie 

was...

 insulting instead!

***

To all offended,

most especially African-Americans, 

by my use of the "NIGGER" word I apologize up front.  

Please try your hardest seeing past my family's W.A.S.P. as well as redneck appearance. 

Of course we've used the "NIGGER" word..., 

and some still do...,

and so will I..., 

but

as 

a

 "truly blue bleeding heart liberal."

Just try your darnest seeing that 

I AM AWAYS

on your side;

but only up to a point.

"Injustice anywhere is injustice everywhere."

~(Martin Luther King)~

My use of it in this blog entry was just being at my wit's end, because of my W.A.S.P past knowing just how these people (the conservatives; W.A.S.P., Hispanic, Black, Gay, and on down the line) think.

If you can't get past that and understand...

then that is how you feel and there is nothing I can say or do to change that.

Having said that, I will now come to Janet Gary's  defense.

  

Although she is the one and only one I should blame entirely for not understanding (or did she?) my language from the the very start or catching it sooner what it was only trying to protect myself from harm...

Then on top of that, 

not only concurring (conspiring) with her husband 

BOB(!),

nationally know pastoral consultant using every bit of his wit's ends using nothing but what I saw to be lies no matter how benign they saw them...

She still has once grace card left I'm allowing her while still concurring with her husband 

BOB(!).

"I feel I must say this:  'I do believe I'm a Liberal(?).'"

~(Janet Gary)~

It was the last thing Janet said to me before leaving their home the day I was along inside 

BOB'S(!) 

home alone with his wife 

a 

WHOLE ONE HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES!

NO WONDER THAT WOMAN GOT FLEAS. 

THIS I KNOW TO BE TRUE. 

SHE TOLD ME SO HERSELF.

AND SHE ENJOYS SHOWING THEM

 TO

BOB(!)

CHILDREN 

 

I'm sure it's not easy being, 

not only wife to a man such as BOB(!) still living just refusing to retire completely, 

as well as the mother to a son also a preacher having difficulties with his chosen profession I'm now wanting to believe similar to the one I'm having with my chosen profession as a veterinarian.

"ALL MEN ARE PIGS!"

~(WOMEN)~

Motherhood has got to be the most difficult profession of them all.

On one hand, 

dicks pissing them off left and right.

On the other hand,

they were the ones,

FIRST,

 risking their lives bearing them, 

then

falling in love with them while raising them.

And I can't help find that amusing as well.

If all men 

are

PIGS(!),

by default

all women 

are 

PIG(!)

as well.

Who is it they think nurses and takes care of all them little piglets?

And I'm not taking about 

their 

veterinarian here.

Just because we now call them 

SOWS(!), 

doesn't mean they ever stopped 

being... 

a 

PIG(!). 

"Doesn't it say in the bible: one shouldn't cast pearls before swine(?)."

~(Janet Gary)~

Why was Janet asking me that question?  

Didn't BOB(!) know? 

Or

a 

SWINE WEARING PEARLS OR NOT!

Neither one of them has value to this veterinarian, 

just a small companion animal veterinarian trying the best he can just surviving this crazy crazy world as honestly as he can;

unless it's pork.

THAT IS MY FAVORITE WHITE MEAT!

That's what I pay for.

So...

I'm willing to let Janet Gary go ahead and sit idly by

 while 

still concurring with her husband Bob,

since

it is this husband 

SAINT BOB(!) 

she's leaving the decision 

whether

"BARBECUE "JIM ED" FOR JESUS

or not?

 

(macrame angel "Jim Ed" used to make as gifts while still a child)

"But

where there is no penance,

there

can be no forgiveness."

~(BLESS ME, ULTIMA)~

Go ahead.

I see someone missing a halo.

And the same goes

for

"DeKalb County's Token Bitch,"

Judge Nellie F. Withers.

How dare she do that to my mother!

Betty Jo Wolfe-Avery, RN

Try being a mother,

the only way she knew how,

keeping her two handicapped children with hearing impairments 

from 

falling behind their peers with their education.

HOW DARE SHE DO THAT TO THE MEMORY OF A MOTHER ONCE WAS!

HOW DARE SHE!

***

Mercer Law Alum 

Becomes 

DeKalb County's First (?) Hispanic (?) Judge 

in 

Recorders Court

Judge Nellie Withers, right,  with her mother,

Juana Fagalde,on the day she was sworn in.

"I hope that my appointment sends a message to immigrants of what can be accomplished, even in the first generation, by immigrants in this country," she said.  "I know that without the strong support of my family,  especially my mother and her emphasis on education, I could not have accomplished as much as I have."

That first day,

face to face with Judge Nelly F. Wither,

having already thanked this woman who remembers me with a dozen orange roses picked up along the way;

I TRIED my best our Mrs. Withers A CHANCE, 

catching a carefully worded warning with the first words coming out of my potty mouth:

"I...

am a veterinarian.  

And...

I have a RIGHT to insist YOU show RESPECT for my profession 

the same 

as 

I MUST YOURS."

"WELL!  I HAVE A DOCTORATE!," 

Mrs. Withers said in a "SO WHAT" kind of way. 

"So which is it?  Judge Withers or Dr. Withers?" I asked.  

I guess she didn't know; getting no answer to that one.  

I corrected her once soon after for calling me Mr. Avery instead. 

And that was the only time hearing her address me as Dr. Avery since.