IN THE BEGINNINGS THERE WERE ONLY 4 PLUS 3 MORE?

Pissy, Prissy, Sissy.

Bullied

 'I want to do right by those kids.'"

Obama praises Congress for ‘season of progress’ but laments loss of DREAM Act - Yahoo! News: "'They didn't break the law. They were kids ... I am determined and this administration is determined to get immigration reform done,' Obama said. 'I am persistent. If I believe in something strongly, I stay on it.' He added that 'I want to do right by those kids.'"

*****

Here's a quote (or two) I would like to improvise on:

"A truly virtuous man would come to the aid of a complete stranger equally as he would a close friend. 
Then again, 
a truly virtuous man would have no friends."

Don't know about most of you,

 Jesus... 
comes to my mind here.

 BOY... DID HE NOT LIVE LONG...ENOUGH!

Or

"Socialist Sand Nigger with a Messiah Complex."

Again, 
Jesus (or should this be Barack Hussein Obama) comes to my mind.

ONE TERM PRESIDENT THAT FAILED

or

"In your world you must know me my another name."


I came across this blog article by accident, posted December 22nd, 2010 the first of my two blogs I no longer post to since starting my second one.

I decided to repost to current one with some slight modifications.

Although my prediction for Obama being a  "'one term president" due to America's behaviour (even including those voting Obama into his first of two terms) during the Tea Party Movement Uprising did not come true;  it can be said his consecutive two term presidency was a complete failure.

But due to no fault of his own.

He tried.

WHAT PART OF 
"YES WE CAN" 
DO YOU DUMB FUCKS NOT UNDERSTAND?!

I even wanted to take Matt Damon across my lap with a hickory stick to his cute ass, like he did in the movie TRUE GRIT with that young girl from ARKANSAS.

I didn't like the wording of his disappointment with Obama's leadership.  It sounded as if Matt would not have voted for Obama could he do it all over again?

WHO WOULD THAT DUMBASS HAVE VOTED FOR...
THEN?!

And the funny thing, 
not only did I used to mow grass one summer for Dr. Portis, 
one of approximately six doctors my dad competed with for his share of the patients,  growing up my home town 
of 
Prescott, Arkansas;
  Dr. Portis is also a brother of Charles Portis,
 the author of TRUE GRIT. 

***

True Grit is a 2010 American western directed, written, produced and edited by the Coen brothers and is the second adaptation of Charles Portis' 1968 novel of the same name, which was previously filmed in 1969 starring John Wayne. This version stars Hailee Steinfeld as Mattie Ross and Jeff Bridges as U. S. Marshal Reuben J. "Rooster" Cogburn, along with Matt Damon, Josh Brolin, and Barry Pepper.

Filming began in March 2010, and True Grit was officially released in the U. S. on December 22, 2010 (after advance screenings earlier that month).^[3] The film opened the 61st Berlin International Film Festival on February 10, 2011.^[4] It was nominated for ten Academy Awards: Best Picture, Best Director, Best Adapted Screenplay, Best Actor in a Leading Role (Bridges), Best Actress in a Supporting Role (Steinfeld), Best Art Direction, Best Cinematography, Best Costume Design, Best Sound Mixing, and Best Sound Editing. The film was released on Blu-ray and DVD on June 7, 2011.

***  

But this is the part that's really freaking me out!

Not only was the original one filmed in 19~(6!9)~starring 
John Wayne; 
the remake of TRUE GRIT was officially released on
DECEMBER 22, 2010...
the same date the original posting (release) of this blog article, 
accidentally reminding me, 
how much I wanted to take that hickory stick to Matt's cute ass, instead, while watching him do it to her during that one scene of the movie.  

And I only went online in the first place...
 in search for the first name of Dr. Portis' brother.

Once I saw that date of December 22nd, 2010. This blog article morphed even larger, again.

But this is not completely true,  I was actually looking for Prissy, Pissy, and Sassy...first;  to use with a different blog article getting ready to post to my current blog now using. Wasn't sure if that was the correct three rubber duckies I was wanting to use.  Instead I find a picture of my duckies floating in a fish pond that had been posted to the first blog of my two; no longer using.

Turns out I was wrong about the trio of ducks names.  
Should have been "sissy" instead of "sassy".    

But that's okay. 

 As this is my blog, 
will as I've always have, take some story telling liberties.  But not as much as you may be thinking I'm already doing.  And you'd be surprised how little and where it is I have.

It would be nice if I were actually allowed to do this, in a very public way, the taking of a hickory stick to that cute ass belonging to one Matt Damon.

Just as a show of respect, if for no other reason than  the recognition, my attempt at enumeration merging two sets into one; at least my heart was in the right place, although not in agreement with my opinions. 

But here where my problem lies.  The only way I'm able seeing how this could possible be done, would be to be God himself.

Simply Jim:  One Pearl, Total Pig, The Anti-Christ.

It was never my intention of being the "THE ANTI-CHRIST" in the beginnings; only the confession to a little old lady living across the street from me, of me being not only an "Anti-Christ" but a "Crackhead" as well, too.

Although they were not living in a shoe she should have believed, even insisted, they did; not because of a husband being reverend by his master of divinity degree, but the addition of another one having made him a doctor before retiring from Emory University's Candler School of Theology.  

Either this secular Methodist university with all it's medical schools, nursing schools, hospitals both small animals and large, medical research with associated grants and funds, as well, collaboration with the CDC and Carter Center global outreach/networking is the promoter of the liberal arts and sciences or it is not. It cannot be in any way associated as strictly Christian; even preferably in favor to those "people of faith" believing "living in the light" when the possibility it is themselves...
"living in the darkness".

Forever as long as her husband's obvious priority is Christian in nature, no matter how sweet and charming a "PIG" he majorily appears, it's the eddy left in his(their) wakes she must accept the responsibility, unconditionally, stepping in when and where ever it is needed/asked of her; correcting the mistakes of the church if her husband cares not to do it himself. 

And I do not care, just too much time having passed doing  right by me without the opportunity of them knowing just how... insulting... that first lie was, that even a Methodist tribunal now will probably makes things difficult/embarrassing for their reverend son; having the guarantee of placement as a Methodist minister, even on the down low whether he believes in god or not just too much for me able turning the other cheek.

It became just too obvious because of our combined Methodist stories, the likes of her husband never really do retire except by the grace of mother nature.  Therefore, nor does the wife of one, even one retired as a secretary to someone else she felt it important to add, ever gets to retire as wife to one such as her husband; except by the grace of mother nature regardless of her husband still living or not.

She must make herself available for the remainder of this life no matter the physical disabilities and/or excuses.  This day and age,  just too many in their eighties having both their own cars.  Even when no longer able still driving themselves, it only the brain that matters if still a networking ability.  

Stephen Hawking will help you figure this one out if not able yourself.

And this could even be as that of a parental mother (sister, aunt, niece, daughter, etc..., all things female), temporarily, for a grown man requesting two parents because of a father long since dead combined with a form of depression he believes he figured out himself; a learned helplessness known as unipolar depression he believes the church somewhat responsible. 

This woman, once living directly across the street from me, has been the wife to this man long enough, I'm sure, knowing how to wear her husband's pants, if necessary, long enough breaking an extremely dangerous, but strictly Methodist, deadlock unhealthy to all those both near and far we hold dear to our hearts.  

The real tragedy of this Methodist story is the denial of it having been created equally, if not more so, by the dysfunctions of this woman's own family due to having not just one but two reverend males;  my family having had two real doctors and one registered nurse with one now dead and the other operation on autopilot...brain dead. 

No way, mine being that just of a doctor with a veterinary medicine degree, able competing up against the patriarch of this family having  his doctor of theology degree reverend.  Not with doctors having the rights choosing their patients while living in a country still Christian at roughly eighty percent.  And it's not helping that one is more than merrily happy to volunteer himself a "person without faith" if ever anyone needing one. 

We get the god we have and not the one you choose if indeed there truly is one.  Therefore, this leaves the only god available being my witness, by default, becoming the one I'm refusing choosing to recognize and /or worship. As faith is what it is, nothing but an opinion; it's the fact you prefer calling this opinion, "faith", that's complicating, actually creating the world's problems.

Trust me!  

I do know the difference having been born and raised  a small southern town of Prescott, Arkansas with the help of The Methodist Church first eighteen years of my life.  

Not only were all the women of this methodist church upset and claiming they could do nothing; definitely wasn't right someone somewhere else having this much right upsetting these women requiring  the departure, although having just arrived, that of  Brother Bone and him-oh-so-lucky beautiful wife with their two children.  

Nor would anyone tell me, who complained and why.  Repeatedly all I heard from them was them believing they had no voice in this matter.  God knows I tried.   As I had no relations with any of the males of this church, even my father never attended except his daughter's wedding, I refuse believing they had no voice during this upsetting episode, either.

Such a pathetic looking man having a speech impediment this pastor was; but surprising beautiful the wife and his daughter. Honestly, I personally did not realize this pastor had a speech impediment until after they were gone.  And this was something I overheard my mother saying when describing to someone else, Brother Bones last sermon as being that of a confessional.  Would have made no difference to me, although I do remember him actually coming from behind the pew, this being new, then delivering this sermon standing, instead, at the foot of what was supposed to be his congregation.  Wasn't able hearing well enough to even care trying,  Brother Dill and Brother Walthals' sermons either. 

Vaguely, seems I do remember that Sunday's congregation being rather full?  If I'm correct about this, then that's flat out shame and guilt at work here; not the expiating of one's sins even if Brother Bone tried his best acknowledging their confessions by rubbing it in their faces.

I supposed this would have worked.  The more guilt/shame everyone felt at the end of this Sunday's service.  The quicker everyone back to business as usual. 

 Till we need this kind of guilt/shame repeating all over again.

I suppose this is where him and his families goes...
as the peripatetic winds blow.

But there is someone here is this Methodist story, that seems forgotten about. 

Anyway, thought the mother/daughter scenes of the youngest one of this family being pampered by her mother in front of all of us made up the difference for the looks of our new pastor.  Although their son would probably have disagreed with his mother, not even mentioning the additional anger with his mother for always insisting he sing alto instead of along with the rest of us (me just lip synching) as obviously apparent to me this is what their son wanted, it sounded also apparent Brother Bones wife would have agreed with me thinking she had made up the difference; my mother having described a scene of this pastor's wife breaking down and crying during one adult's gathering. How uncomfortable this scene made for all present.  

Also mother told me of an additional humiliation heaped upon this sad looking pastor having to suffer; just before moving on.  The church threw a special reception dinner for an earlier pastor by the name of Rev. Black that I do not remember, who was extremely popular, very well liked,  during his tenure with this Prescott Methodist Church. 

Brother Bone never having never had one, I'm not going to get into the two smile I'd knocked off the faces of two; except maybe briefly since now remembering that one taking place well outside the comfort zone provided within the confines of the church.

One was the smile Brother Walthal,  this one the pastor before Brother Bone.  

We had just sat down when immediately I began volunteering, wanting to answer the first question:  "Why believe in God?"    
Trying the best I can keeping this story short as I possibly can, why then, did this pastor name the title of a sermon about to give...as a question...if even possible for anyone having a better answer than the one he was wanting us to hear...his?

This is the shortest version I'm able coming up with. Not only was I apparently too impatient waiting to hear his answer; mine embarrassed him.  As none of the others were willing/wanting to put forward an answer of their own, we were now all already waiting on him as quickly as it got started.  

This was his church; the bucks stopped with him.

And he didn't even try.

When the stammering finally stopped, we were dismissed.

The other one was Brother Dill.  This one replaced Brother Bone.  This one's short.  Felt bad him taking this so hard.  It made absolutely no sense for me to consider Hendrix College, another secular Methodist campus, but this one in Arkansas. 

Watching leave our house, he looked/acted as if he had been shamed. 

My father did; 
attended Hendrix his first two years before accepted medical school.  But this is different.  

Not the same thing as a doctor of veterinary medicine.  We got to know a lot more; although nothing really well.  Not even the medicine and surgery part either.  Just the basics we are taught as doctors of veterinary medicine.  The rest is pretty much stuff, taught like a matrix I guess, and I'm just grabbing at words here, that's needing to be filled in on our own time with the lessons learned from our experiences while we continue on with earning a living.  And you just start with the sections of your interest if able or the sections determined by the jobs we are able finding.  

You never really do fill it all in.  

Not even close.  

It just too large.

Unless you continue with an internship,  followed by specialization  becoming board certified.  In veterinary medicine, this is where the bucks stop.  

Georgia Veterinary Specialist would be the great example for the Metro-Atlanta area.

You should walk in just to see this referral hospital located Sandy Springs on Abernathy Road just off 400.  Now that's personalized human quality medicine for those who can afford paying for it all (half up front) 
at the time of discharge.  

And we your average veterinarian spread out over a large range as to the quality of the veterinary medicine we practice; the one's suffering the stress and trauma of filtering out the one who can afford GVS and the one's who can not afford GVS before they are willing to take any of these clients.

Now if you want to see an example of "herd health medicine"; just have yourself checked into DeKalb Crisis Center or Georgia Regional Hospital.

You know how the story goes with regard to government workers.  This is the same thing, with the quality of the professional far below ideal; but this is not their fault.  Either the taxpayers  accepts footing the bill for quality medical care or they don't. 

And that's where the bucks stops! 


There is no such thing as:

"WE DON'T NEED UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE!  
THEY GET IT FOR FREE!!!"
~(Kenneth Johnson, DVM/Neo-Conservative Libertarian/Beaver Crossing A.H.)~

"Then why have insurance?  Lose it!"
~(James E. Avery, DVM/CONFRONTATIONAL/Bleeding Heart Liberal)~

"HELL!  
I CAN DO CHARITY BETTER THAN THE GOVERNMENT!"
~(Michael Smith, DVM/Religious Right Baptist/Beaver Crossing A.H.)~

"Why haven't you?"
~(James E. Avery, DVM/CONFRONTATIONAL/Bleeding Heart Liberal)~

 And...
 I was not aware of this until the  day
I graduated from LSU-SVM with the degree 
in my hands; the biggest shock 
of my life.  

Why didn't someone tell me this?  How did I not know this?

I'm not ready to be a doctor yet!

Not the kind my father was! 

 What difference does it make that I didn't like the man; 
nor did I even love him?

He was a good doctor

But how can you love someone you didn't like.  Although he was a good provider, having paid all of my education including the room and board along with the entertainment expenses having some time left over not having to work while in school; it seemed to be mutual?  

Although he handed me a bunch of blank check and as many as I needed thereafter; without any instruction on how to spend them, I can't help but wonder how much I undersold myself.  Never once did he complain except for that one time he overheard me telling mother, some at University of Arkansas were calling me cheap.

He got pretty upset!  

Believe this the only time he ever showed any interest in my schooling. 

Was only telling mother because I thought she would find this story as amusing as I did. But he cut me off before I was able finishing the story.   Wasn't sure how to finish this story having been thrown off my stride.  

"FRUGAL! The correct word is... FUGAL!
You HAVEN'T met my FATHER yet!
HE'S THE CHEAP ONE!" 

He got out of me what he put into me.  
We both knew that!
You can't buy love; no matter how much you spend. 
The minute you start, you are indebted for life. 
Or...
 until you end it.

You're going to get what you pay for.

This was just too easy figuring out; even if only for this child.

He never once had any trouble with me.  
Whether this be intentional on my part or by accident...
going to have to say the sum of our parents, 
most definitely with mine as the youngest of three; 
even in the absence.

Even went out dancing that night, the same day he died earlier that morning, before flying home to Arkansas the following morning.  I already had everyone prepared at work for the possibility of needing some last minute schedule changes. 

Even remember being surprised, actually laughed a little, upon learning Delta gave a "BEREAVEMENT" discount.  Not even sure why I told the agent the reason for such last minute reservations.  Maybe she asked?  I don't know. Wasn't bereaving that I'm sure of.

Not at the time, anyway; not for long time either...?

But I wouldn't call this "bereavement".  Is there a word having something feeling more or less like "respect" and "epiphany" combined together but without the sound of icicle crashing; more like something over time at a "slow and steady" rate.  If not, maybe this will be the third one of mine being accepted by Urban Dictionary; the first of the two being "homopolar", just another medical misnomer the same as "I'm supposedly bipolar." 

 But mine was supposed to be just a joke; however Dr. Parker, the physician assigned to me at Georgia Regional Hospital made it sound like they took the definition for this creation of mine, known as a neologism or portmanteau, into deliberation when it was decided, "they were going to let me go."  Dr. Parker just walks up to me out of the blue, tells me this, then quickly walks away.  

Did they not get the joke.  This had the appearance of my neologism/portmanteau no longer a medical misnomer?

Been there five weeks, and hardly any conversation with this woman.  Actually no conversations with this small black female;  you couldn't pin her down long enough to gather enough information from her. And this female doctor assigned to me even accuses me, before a young black male judge I thought way to young to have enough experience being able deciding whether or not continuing involuntary admission of a supposedly mentally disturbed  as well possibly dangerous patient, polking her;  then standing in her personal space.  

That was the very first day, after having already been involuntarily admitted to Georgia Regional Hospital for two weeks, this female was referring; the day I'm just finding out she was the doctor assigned to me.  And she was walking really fast across the center of a basketball court; me having to catch up with her from behind before she reach and disappeared through another locked door. 

 And I was only wanting some information about my case; having finally decided I was going to have to cooperate in order to appear before a different judge on the outside of Georgia Regional Hospital.  This hearing was one already having been scheduled by Bob and Janet Gary at their convenience; me needing contesting their restraining order taken out against me.  

Can't help but feel that I could have had this attempted restraining order against me decline, if my case heard before a judge that was fair, the same as I did the attempted restraining order by  a pair of "Two Useless Green Acre Faggots" being that of Charles W. Bliss and Bobby B. Rasulnia; the second one belonging to the other one as an "Iranian Uranium Enrichment Concubine".  

Why not?  Got away with the use of these two monikers before Judge Nora Polk in her courtroom.  And believe I should have been able doing the same with Bob and Janet Gary's restraining order before a judge that's fair; had I not been involuntarily committed to Georgia Regional Hospital by my own mother and sister. Could find no one willing to take me serious about this scheduled court hearing I needed appearing before a genuinely "real" judge.  And I was listed as failing to appear I'm assuming; the same as Bob and Janet Gary along with Bobby B. Rasulnia allowed DeKalb County Recorder Court listing me as a no-show the first of three court appearance scheduled before a Judge Nellie "FUCK THE LORAX" Withers; and they knew I was there, before they stood in line behind me until I was not allowed entering this court with my camera, although the cellphone camera would be okay?  Didn't matter!?  Had to step out of line from immediately in front of them, then taking my camera back to my jeep although able returning with the cellphone camera; standing in line all over again.

I said it before and I will say it again:
"IF THERE IS SUCH A PLACE AS HEAVEN, 
no doubt in my mind, 
THESE TWO HEAVENLY ORIENTED CREATURES OF BOB AND JANET GARY WILL MOST DEFINITELY BE BURNING IN HELL.

AND I CAN OF MY OWN SELF DO NOTHING
: 
i sense(six of them)i judge
:
AND MY JUDGEMENT IS JUST; NOT BECAUSE OF MY OWN WILL...?

HOW ABOUT WE JUST LEAVE AT THIS.  

Anyway, Bob and Janet are finding themselves being fried, I sure, by the use of their very own personal "HOLY GHOSTS."

And they haven't gotten to their HEAVEN yet.  Boy are they going to be surprised finding what I have waiting for them there as well?

 In the Sunan Ibn Majah, one of the six major Hadith collections, it states in a hasan (good) narration that every male admitted into Paradise will be given eternal erections and wed to 72 wives, all with libidinous sex organs.

As I'm unable sensing Muslim women all that much different than the women we males are currently sharing our 1/2 of the world with us halfway around the world from these Muslim women, "ALL MEN ARE PIGS!"  Wanting to believe it's gotta be a fact, their women having it worse than our women; even if just their habits. 

Beginning to get the picture? 

There is no way around this fact: 

the less control/involvement these women are allowed with the directions their lives take compared with the women our half of the world...especially with  America's sons and daughters currently seen as unwelcomed occupier two of their nations...

Beginning to get the picture?

Maybe a different way of saying this:

after satisfying, or maybe it's before satisfying 

their loved ones; 

these Muslim women rule!

Beginning to get the picture?

This is going to be my creation of heaven and hell based on 1/2 of our world awake with the other 1/2  asleep; the first half of our world asleep with the second half awake.  

Then we spin it within within space, the very same and only one; no one going anywhere.  

And if there is indeed to be such a place as heaven and hell in the afterlife...based on Jesus glory?

I'm Un-ABEL seeing any other way.

Beginning to get the picture?

For 12 hours:  72 virgins... either after or before having satisfied their duties or submissively concurring to the eternal erections of both their loved ones as well as the nineteen dead pilots soon to be arriving...

While we are living for all eternity in the present, these 72 virgins most likely will use their daily allotted 12 hours ripping the apart your average "Learned Patriotic Helpless American Christian Cunt." 

As I already had a pretty good idea what the subjective/objective section should have been; all I needed now was the assessment as well as...any corresponding  plan.  Got nothing; she was busy and in a hurry.  Pretty much, I would call this, "me not standing in this female doctors personal space long enough for her making it sound before the judge as if she was the one being raped here therefore justifying her concerns trumping mine!"amuch, much sooner than my disappointed mother was expecting. 

I swear, the night before, when getting home from work and finding a message from my mother on the machine waiting for me to return her call, and my sister alone picking me up at the Little Rock airport; they must have thought I was a priest or something like that.

During my converstion with my mother the night before, feeling guilt/shame having attempted returning back to Prescott for a little rest, a two hour drive from Little Rock,