Facebook will not let me post the fallout that the Budweiser decision cost the company!

Bud Light’s left-wing executives have sparked a broad consumer rejection of their Bud Light beer by hiring Dylan Mulvaney, a salesman who pretends to be a giddy “transgender” girl, several biz executives told media outlets. “In Bud Light’s effort to be inclusive, they excluded almost everybody else, including their traditional audience,” said Jeff Fitter, the owner of Case & Bucks, a bar in Barnhart, Missouri. His sales of Bud Light — and other beers owned by the Dutch company, Anheuser-Busch — dropped by roughly 40 percent, he told FoxBusinessNews.com. The report continued: Bud Light normally outsells rival products Miller Lite and Coors Light 25 to 1 at Braintree Brewhouse in Massachusetts, a sprawling sports bar just outside Boston. Eighty percent of Bud Light drinkers ordered something else this week, Brewhouse owner Alex Kesaris said — while the 20% who did order Bud Light “weren’t on social media and hadn’t heard yet” about its new transgender pitch person. In Missouri, TV station Fox2Now.com reported: This week’s scheduled Budweiser Clydesdale appearances have been canceled, according to a statement from Anheuser-Busch. Local Budweiser distributor Wil Fischer Distributing decided to cancel all of the Springfield Clydesdale showings, citing safety concerns for their employees. The boycott is damaging sales of Bud Light — but it may be large enough to dent overall beer sales by the Dutch firm Anheuser-Busch. The firm sells many different brands of beer, including Bud and Michelob, as well as many small brands, such as “Hammer and Sickle Vodka.” Beer Business Daily, a trade publication, reported Monday that company sales dropped late last week. By Thursday afternoon, we had reached out to a handful of [Anheuser-Busch] distributors who were spooked, most particularly in the Heartland and the South, and even then in their more rural area … With the very limited data from a handful of wholesalers, it appears likely Bud Light took a volume hit in some markets over the holiday weekend, particularly in rural areas, which consist of their higher share markets. However, some marketing experts say the company will make up for lost Bud Light sales because customers will instead buy another Anheuser Busch beer — or forget about the controversy in a few weeks. “It could be a tempest in a teapot … [but] this is probably the biggest controversy we’ve seen in a long time.,” Harry Schuhmacher, the publisher of Beer Business Daily, told News Business News. In 2016, Target retail stores announced a pro-transgender policy — and the resulting consumer boycott chopped up to $3 billion from the company’s stock value. Since then, Target has kept its distance from the transgender advocacy campaign. The company’s stock price has recovered — but the self-inflicted wound damaged its ability to compete with rivals such as Wal-Mart and Amazon. Other executives at other companies have also hired Mulvaney to pitch their products, even though the claimed “transgender” population is less than 1 in 100 of All Americans. The executives’ decision to brand their products around Mulvaney is partly driven by investor pressure to please pro-diversity groups, according to an April 7 article in the New York Post: At stake is their Corporate Equality Index — or CEI — score, which is overseen by the Human Rights Campaign, the largest LGBTQ+ political lobbying group in the world. HRC, which has received millions from George Soros’ Open Society Foundation among others, issues report cards for America’s biggest corporations via the CEI: awarding or subtracting points for how well companies adhere to what HRC calls its “rating criteria.” Businesses that attain the maximum 100 total points earn the coveted title “Best Place To Work For LGBTQ Equality.” Fifteen of the top 20 Fortune-ranked companies received 100% ratings last year, according to HRC data. That top-level pressure comes from huge Wall Street investors such as BlackRock’s CEO Larry Fink. In 2018, he told CEOs that he was demanding compliance with elite social preferences, dubbed Environmental, Social, and Corporate Governance. Fink wrote: “To prosper over time, every company must not only deliver financial performance but also show how it makes a positive contribution to society.” This divisive policy helps the investor elite to fragment the public opposition to their economic goals, says left-wing author Matt Osborne: Antifa goons are too busy shouting down women speaking out against “gender identity” encroachments on their sports, spaces, and prisons to take on the [economic] system, anymore. “Human rights activists” [ignore economics to] protest organizations that won’t kowtow to transgender supremacy. “Trans activism” consumes progressive energy, time, and oxygen, purges radical ranks in struggle sessions, yet enjoys an absurd degree of funding compared to any issue space I ever saw in my own “netroots” decade. Transgenderism helps this divide-and-rule strategy by smashing up Americans’ evolved agreement about the two sexes. That civic destruction forces them to fight over a fundamental issue in society – the different and complementary needs and wants of men and women, boys and girls — rather than debate economic issues. So far, establishment feminist groups have not called for a boycott of products being pitched by Mulvaney, who claims to be an adult woman but acts like a giddy teenage girl. In contrast, many independent feminists have ridiculed and dismissed Maulvaney’s claim to be a woman.

Circumstances

We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are. – Max Depree Which raises the question, how do you know what you need to be, and how do you recognize it when/if you achieve it? Old Max need not worry about it thought, for just as you cannot stick your hand in the same river twice, you cannot remain the same you as time lays it hand on you day by day. Circumstances made you, circumstance of birth, circumstance of parents, and circumstance of country and religion of your parents. Circumstances will force you to change to meet the requirements they bring upon you. If you get too cold you will do what is necessary to get warmer. If you get to hot you will do what you can to get cooler. If you lose your job you will look for another. Of your house burns down you will tack action to find a new place to live. Very few of these types of circumstances are under our control, and we must either adapt or die. These are the circumstances O call the Hands of God as they mold us into that which He wishes for us to become. “But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, “Why did You make me like this?” Does not the potter have the right to make from the same lump of clay one vessel for special occasions and another for common use? What if God, intending to show His wrath and make His power known, bore with great patience the vessels of His wrath, prepared for destruction?…”

Between Yes and No

There is that maybe land that lies between yes and no
Passing through it you carry a heavy load of I don’t know

Wishing for the one, dreading the other

But maybe is not no, not yes, but not no

Each day no closer, but no further

The weeks come, one after another

Not know whether to stay or move on

Wanting to be loved, but not like a brother

In the back of your mind from dust to dawn

That tomorrow the maybe will be gone

And you will know the next steps to take

As you pick the path you’ll be upon

While hoping for the goodness sake

Knowing that fate can twist like a snake

As you pass the land that lies between yes and no

My dear, with nothing able to get into my mind but you,
I wrote this after your last word on Facebook.
It is 15:30 now,
and I am sure that you are in the operating room by now along
with my prayers and good wishes.
I await the good news that all went well.

That was my had that brushed your cheek

My breath that moved your hair

As I bent over you to take a peek

Coming as close as I dared

While they were putting you under

When they told you to count back from ten

That I did not keep you awake was a wonder

As I breathed hard again and again

Until you went into wherever we go

When we are drugged out of our minds

And our mind is without thought

We ride with the gentle winds

Until, you don’t know when, we come back

To the world with all you left behind

Although with the empty sacks

Which, in time, you will have relined

To please yours and other’s eye

“Vanity, all is vanity” the preacher said

But they cut away what was hard to say goodbye

As you laid drugged out on their bed

And now your soul has to come to terms

With the self-image you have had all of your life

To yourself, you have to come back to reaffirms

What it is they took away with their knife

Insomnia

Insomnia struck deep
Thousand of thoughts

Into my mind did creep
Leaving no hope of sleep

What was that sound
Was it a hellhound
This way bound

I sit and look around

No, just the wind's howl
But still, my thoughts run foul
On the prowl
Flying like a spiral

Then sometime before dawn
All thoughts were gone
No longer droning on

And sleep came as a sweet song

Change

What is

Negotiating

With what could be.

 Dreams

Clashing with

Realities.

Dealing with

What is to

Change what is.

Accepting

What is

Is defeat.

Your reach

Should

Exceed your grasp.

Even a worm

Wiggles

And squirms

To Make

More worms.

And in striving

May end up

On a hook.

~

Living in

What is

Change comes

Making

What is

Was.

For

Better or

Worse

Things

Cannot stay

The same,

Not to

choose

Is to choose.

All things

That come

Come to pass,

The only

Thing

That last

Is

Constant

Change.

Be it

Fast,

Be it

Slow

What comes

Will

Always go.

~

Common Courtesy

Do to a recent disappointment I had I am contemplating what it is we owe one another, both friends and strangers. These things fall under the general rubric of "Common Courtesy". When you inadvertently bump into a person, friend or stranger, you say 'excuse me' or something to that effect, and when it happens to you, or you see it happen to another, and the person doing the bumping goes on his way without a word yo say "How Rude". Likewise, you do not let the door you just passed through slam shut on those behind you, barge into the front of a checkout line, or talk loudly, or use a cell phone, in a movie. We owe and are owed these things not because the law says we are, or because the Bible says so, but as a member of a polite society, they are demanded.

Another burden common courtesy puts upon us is to do what we tell others that we will do, or explain why we did not. We never know the importance another puts upon our words, we can only know the importance that we put on them. I am reminded of a relations seminars I watch some while back, the lecture picked up a pebble saying to the man as he dropped it, "This is what your words were meant by you", then he picks up a large stone and as he dropped it said, "This is what your words mean to her."

This analogy is applicable to many of the things in which we go about our daily intercourse with family, friends, and strangers. Just because you put little importance on what you tell another you will do does not mean that they put the same importance upon it.

A friend just reneged on a trivial matter in which he said that he would do, and when I complained about it he responded, "... don't have to report to you." No, he doesn't, but common courtesy put a burden on him to explain why he did not do what he said he would do. It was a pebble to him, but a bolder to me.

Long Live the Horse!

The horse has fallen

Long live the horse!
In Elysian Fields he will await his
Rider and companion.
Amidst all the one who have came before.
In soft green meadows, and lovely groves
With all the horse who have served so well
Their rider’s wishes.
He will await the bugle’s call that tells him
The one he awaits
Has arrived.
There is then a spot where
the way forks in two directions
A place, which has a sun and stars of its own
Here, in these groves he will
Make his beds near the riverbanks.
Through the day he may
Wander in luminous plains and green valleys
As he waits for the one he serves.

Dedicated to Bärchen
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Little Girls Cry

       She looked through eyes

    That had saw thousands of days
More days then she cared to remember,
          But remember she was.

      It was the child in front of her
That sent this sudden flash before her eyes.
               Of days long gone,
             And mostly forgotten.

            The little girl was crying,
                Crying for candy.
Begging with all her heart for just one bite
                   To deaf ears.

             She watch as the little girl
          Tugged at her Mommies shirt,
            Tugging for attention that
             She was not going to get.

          Oh how she wanted to go,
              Go and pick her up
          And take her to the counter
      To buy her anything she may wish.

       But it was none of her business,
                    Not her child.
                There was no abuse
                  Just mild neglect.

           The law would not care,
          All she could get would be
             Trouble for her effort
                 If she intervened.

        But oh how she remembered
          How badly she had wished
             For that Candy Apple
                Oh, so long ago.

              At the county fair
     With her sister she had romped
           And played all day
   With Mom and Dad just behind.

               At the days end
               The sun had set
         The rides were all so bright
      Whirling and flashing in the dark.

         Dizzy and tired they walked
         To the gate and there it was.
            A little shack stacked
       With bright red Candy Apples!

        “I want one” she had screamed
          And tried to run to the shack,
               But Mommy’s hand
                     Just held tight.

     Squirming and twisting she remembered
               Did her no good at all.
         Mommy was talking to Daddy
         And could not hear her at all.

          Tears streamed down her eyes,
             The tears had blinded her
             To all the fun she had had
                 And all her joy fled.

           It had fled and not returned
                      Until this day
                    As she watched
                   The Little girl cry.

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Cain Slew Able

Cain Slew Able 

On down through the ages
We have came
From out of the darkness
And cold of old.
~
To the light and understanding
Of today, bit upon bit,
Just a little bit at a time
Fire, here, wheel there
~
Till upon the shoulder of giants
We stand looking afar
Way unto the stars,
And down into the atoms them selves.
~
But as far as we have came
We have carried our selves the same.
The same fears, dreads, and concerns.
The same ambitions drive us
~
Just as when we were ran from the garden
As when Cain slew Able,
As when we built the tower of Babel,
And when Lot’s wife looked back.
~
Now we can kill with hydrogen bombs,
Shoot our towers into space,
Look back to the beginning of time,
And peace among men is as far away as ever.
~
The answer is as elusive as ever
Be enslaved or fight
Be killed or kill
Resist or give up!
~
For those who would enslave you
Will not stop because you do.
Will you forsake your God
For the sake of peace?
~
Would you exchange freedom for peace?
Will you bow to another’s God for peace?
Will you sacrifice your liberties
For a promised security?
~
Just remember, what one man locks up,
Another man can unlock.
Any fort you make can be breached.
To win you must carry the fight.
~
If you hold up behind a wall,
If you are forced to go the defense,
Then history tells you
That you will lose.
~
The tactic of Marten Luther King
And Mahatma Gandhi
Will work against powers
That sees themselves as humane.
~
But had the Romans tried it against the Vandals,
Or the Greek against the Romans,
Or Egypt against the Greeks
It would have been to no avail.
~
And if we try it against the Islamic
We will end up dead or enslaved.
If it is fight, die, or be a slave
I will not turn the other cheek.
~
But to give our government
The same powers that
Our Enemies want
Is not a road I wish to walk.
~
Live free or die
Now that is a slogan I like,
But let not my blood
Come cheep!
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In Search of the Truth

A consideration into what is true. One’s perspective can and does alter what is perceived. I would remind you of the old teaching story of the five blind men who were walking down the road to go to a fair when they encountered an elephant. One of the blind men felt only the tusk and said to his brethren, “This beast is like into a spear”. Another had grabbed tin ear and said to a friend, No, it is much more like a fan than a spear”. A third, holding its tail declared that they were all wrong that it was much more like a rope than anything they had described. Then the fourth, who had his arms wrapped around one of the legs, chimed in, “Nope, it is much more like a tree than any of those things”. Finley the last one, who was standing with his arms up and his hands on the elephant’s side said out loud, “My brothers have all gone mad, for it is plain to me that this beast is more like into a wall than any of those other ideas!”

Then another said to the rest, "Agree or disagree, we have to get on down to the fair before it closes" and off they went, each with a firm understanding of what each had perceived of what a true elephant was. This is the state we all find ourselves in trying to perceive the truth, it is colored by the angle of our perception, no two people can see the same thing at the same time because each must, by the inability to stand in the same place at the same time, observe the thing from different points of view.

This is the state we all find ourselves in trying to perceive the truth, it is colored by the angle of our perception, no two people can see the same thing at the same time because each must, by the inability to stand in the same place at the same time, observe the thing from different points of view. Not only is our perception of the truth determined by the angles from which we look at it how much time we have to consider it, to alter our point of view also determine our ability to perceive the true nature of something.  Each mind that perceives is alone in it perception and its reasoning based upon that perception is unique to the individual.  It is an amazement that we can ever agree on what the truth is.

Consider the rightness of smoking tobacco. From the time it was discovered by Europeans in America until fifty years ago, it was considered not only a good thing, but a necessary thing in that a large part of the English’s making colonies in the New World was to grow and export tobacco. Many a people’s livelihoods depended upon its growth, processing, and sales. All of this was possible because of our angle of our perception was solely for the pleasure it brought to us. Pleasure both from the wealth it brought to those who provided it and from the ones who smoked, chewed, and sniffed it.  Now it is perceived as a health hazard  and to be avoided, and taxed to death.

Did not the way tobacco was seen change it from being right into being wrong? And did not this change in our understanding of the goodness/badness of tobacco come from a changing point of view, a point of view focuses more on the negative consequences of smoking, higher incidents of cancer in users compared to non users.

Now if it is true that tobacco is good or bad is still dependent upon the point of view that the user/nonuser looks at the issue from, for some the good outweighs the bad and for others the bad is not worth the good.

The Great Devide

If wanting could make it true,

If wishing could bring it to pass

Then by her side, I would be.

But I am here and she is there,

And like East and West

Never the twain to meet.

We had hoped that if she went west enough

And I went east enough

We could meet in the middle,

But she cannot leave her part of the world

And I no longer will leave mine.

So, like to sides of the same coin

We stare in out in our own direction

Unable to see

The other’s way.

Love burns in our hearts, but not enough

To overcome the difference from here and there.

Therein lies our great divide.

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Yes, I do Choose

Yes I choose, but sometimes the only choice is to endure.

Sometimes thoughts unbidden cloud my mind, and leave no choice rather than to let them fly their course. And feelings, un-invoked, wash over me sometimes like a sea. I am not an island, so self contained, that some choices cannot be forced upon me, some choices are no more than a Hobson choice. Yes I choose, and I think, and I feel, but I am not always the genesis of thoughts that runs through my mind.

Satisfaction , like comfort, is always fleeting. No more then obtained before it is gone to be sought again. I eat until I am satisfied, then hunger leads me to once again seek satisfaction. I find my comfort in my bed, but toss and turn all night leaving the spot that has become uncomfortable to seek it elsewhere. What suited us at one time is no longer the attraction it was, and we look to change things more to our suiting. The only thing certain in life is change.

I would rather do this than that, but circumstances conspire such that I must do that and let this go the way of an unfulfilled desire. I love her, but she does not love me, she loves me but I do not love her. Frustration not of my choosing, but of my choices. But really, do I choose who to love? Is that a freedom given unto men? Or is it the arrow in Cupid’s bow that decides?

I don’t like my job, it is a job I chose, and I can choose to leave it. But can I choose not to pay the rent, make the car payments, buy the groceries for my child? Must I not, at more times then not, do that which, if left to my rathers, I would choose not to do? The road before me chooses the way much more than I do, for I can only choose between the choices put before me. And each decision casts a long shadow into the future.

A decision to go to college or not, to marry or not, to be a Doctor, Lawyer, or an Indian Chef all lays out a different path. To choose is to determine what choices will be placed before you. So what freedom do you have been what you would want to be? A child born to a coal miner his path will be different then the path of a child born to a movie actor. Yes, some coal miner’s children become movie actors, but how many movie actors’ children become coal miners?

You are shaped and formed by every experience in the path you walk. Hard times, for some, shatter them into thefts, or welfare dependents. Easy time is the ruination of others. Those same hard or easy times yet for other build a foundation for success. Maybe not in a way they would have chosen if the choice had been theirs to make, but one that they, and those who know them, are proud they have found. This is where the adage, “The man does not pick the job, the job picks the man” comes from.

What is the difference between the doctor/lawyer and the theft/welfare cheat? This is not to say that all those who are on welfare are undeserving of the charity they receive. Well let me rephrase that, for no one is deserving of charity. To deserve one must fulfill a bargain, the worker is deserving of his pay, the employer deserving of the labor he pays for, but the man watching the work is not deserving neither the worker’s pay, nor the employer’s money.

Both, however, should be free to give to the non-worker if it is their free decision to do so, that is their choice. But when the government takes if from both the employer and the worker and give it to the non-worker, that is theft. For the only choice given to the employer and the worker is to give to the non-worker or go to jail or die in resisting the government.

But back to the question, what is the difference between the different outcomes, between the one who becomes a carpenter respected for his labor, and the decision he had made when the choices were put before him, and the bad check writer who decided that his need and wants are greater than the bank’s whose money he defrauded? They both start out on a path not of their choosing, they were born to whom they were born, and where and when they were born. Choices that they did not and could not chose were presented to them.

Nature or nurture? Your genes or your environment? What of the brothers that both were loved, went to the same school, and killed their parents? When next door all the children lived model lives. And consider President Clinton and his brother Roger, what explains the difference? Genes are demonstrable not the answer. Just as sure, as the Coal Miner’s Daughter shows, the environment is not the answer.

The answer must lie within the mind, the soul if you will, of the individual. According to their personality they chose between the choices presented to them, and react to them in the manner that their heart leads them. One to stay in school, another to sell drugs on the street. One to quite selling and using drugs, another to kill to keep his business. One to do their homework, another to think that school is a waste of time.

As we go through live on the path that God has put us upon we are shaped by our experiences, and it is our experiences that lead to or away form God.

Jeremiah 18-19:

The word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD: "Arise, and go down to the potter's house, and there I will let you hear my words." So I went down to the potter's house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter's hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do. Then the word of the LORD came to me: "O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? says the LORD. Behold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel. If at any time I declare concerning a nation or a kingdom, that I will pluck up and break down and destroy it, and if that nation, concerning which I have spoken, turns from its evil, I will repent of the evil that I intended to do to it. And if at any time I declare concerning a nation or a kingdom that I will build and plant it, and if it does evil in my sight, not listening to my voice, then I will repent of the good which I had intended to do to it.

Romans 9:19-21

Thou wilt say then unto me, Why doth he yet find fault? For who hath resisted his will? Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?

End Of My Days

Had a life time to get it right

And it is still not right.

Nobodies fault but my own,

And I have tried, time

And time again

Only to come up short,

Far short of happiness.

Pursuit I have had,

Pursued it my whole life.

But here I sit alone

With my dog and the TV.

Not the way I hoped,

Not the way I have dreamed,

But it has come to this

With the best I can do.

Who can I blame,

What can I do?

I do not like it,

But it is the best I can do.

The grave beckons

At the end of my days

Which comes closer

With each passing day.

Dream on, dream on,

Dream of the one,

The one who will come.

Better late than never,

But never I fear.

Yet in the days to come

My horse and my dog

They do comfort me.

I am glad for all that I have had,

But wish that I had more.

I wish that I had done more,

It was the compromises I made

That led me to this day,

Not my way or the Highway.

But for all involved

This is the best I can do.

I am as I am, changed into

What I am by the decisions

I have made in life.

Some willingly,

Others by force.

Forces by the best

Of the alternatives available.

It is with a light heart

That I move onto my grave,

Which awaits at the end of my days.

Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

You hear and read this often, “Beauty is only skin deep, it's what kind of beauty you carry on the inside that truly counts!”

If that is true then why do we first have to get past the skin to find the beauty beneath it? We are attracted to what is presented to the eye, and without that attraction, which is only skin deep, we will never come to find if there is any beauty or not on their insides. We are all shallow in that we like what we like, some thin, some fat, some in between. If we are not attracted it matters not how beautiful the other may be on the inside for we will never accept an overturn if they do not meet our standards.

This is just another example of a platitude, sounds wise, insightful, and significant but is meaningless. For if it is the beauty inside that counts, to whom does it count when no one can see it?  And if we believe it then why do we spend so much time and money making our aappearance, i.e., skin, face, body look good?  How much money and time we put into makeup, face lifts, and the clothes we wear as compared to the time we spend improving our mind, attitude, or soul if you will?  

So the next time you read or hear this and find yourself nodding in agreement, ask yourself why you agree with it.

Race The Wind

On top of my horse I sit and see the world so far away. I ride with Jesse James and search the badlands for outlaws, to be one or to bring them down. With the wind I ride, chasing the Devil, I fight the Civil War. Indians wait around the bend to do me in. Dismounting into a world of mundane, a world of rent and bills a world of making ends meet. Into a world where I grow old and those I love go away. It’s a world in which no matter how hard I ride, I must return. This world pulls at you as it does me; try's to pull us into despair.

I sit in my chair and memories wash over me like waves on a beach, pounding and swirling then receding only to come again. The way it was, but will never be again assaults me again and again. Just the wind in my mind taking me down old winding roads that have no ends, to escape I go out to the pasture and pick out a horse.

He is a good one, a willing one who carries me like the wind as I run from myself into the oblivion of oneness with my mount. His heart is in the run he really wants to run, but I slow down to a canter, then to a trot to let him catch his breath and when he has his second wind we go again.

Hoofs pounding my heart fluttering like a young boy thinking of his first love. Lost to all but my horse’s breath, the rippling of his muscles as he stretches his body for his supreme effort to carry me into a world where there is only me and him. Into the night we ride as the day ends, changing gates to preserve his strength, we come to the end of the ride, and walk the last mile home. I take off his tack and turn him back to his world, and I go back to mine thinking, “I should have been a cowboy”, but at ride’s end I come back to what is, a bed I sleep in along with my dreams when they come.

Vulgar Words

What I think is no one has to read anything they do not wish to. The word vulgar in common usage comes from the Latin word for common, as Vulgar Latin was the spoken language of the common people.  The English turned the word to meaning disgusting or objectionable. In other words vulgar is what you do not like. 

To say 'defecate' is to use the Latin term for the Anglo Saxon word 'shit' , the latter was/is considered vulgar because when the Normans conquered England they considered any words others used by the Anglo Saxon to be vulgar terms. The same is true for piss and uranate, one is Latin the other Anglo Saxon term for the same thing. I could go on and explain why we find other words so objectible, but the real reason is because we were tough that they were wrong so we see them as wrong to use, and object when people use them in a manner in which we do not like. 

My advice, don't read what you do not like, and realized hat our language is a living language and what was uncommon is always becoming common, or dare I say vulgar?

Of All The Billions

I am well aware of some of my limitations,

They are the ones I have bumped into time and time again.

Others, I am sure, just await my reaching them.

Some of my strengths I also know

I can figure things out.

Oh not everything

But enough.

I can work on the old cars,

But not the new.

I can change a tire,

But would rather not.

I am a good rough cut carpenter,

But not a finished one.

I can ride a horse,

But never make it 8 seconds on a bull.

If the toilet breaks

I can fix it,

But if the well goes out

I call for help.

I can hook up a new TV

But when it goes awry

I need a repairman.

But of all my years on earth

It's understanding women

Where I am at my worst.

You think they will,

And they want.

You think they want,

And they do.

And seldom is the one you like

Is the one who likes you.

A lifetime of looking

Has just left me looking.

I have most of my teeth,

A lot of my hair,

And no beer gut.

Alas, I am at a loss,

I just what to have

And to hold

One who wants

To have and hold

Me,

Time and time again

I am told by women

 I know

(Already in a relation)

That they just can’t

Understand

Why I am alone.

Too particular I reckon,

Either me,

Or the women

I am attracted to.

There has to be one

Of all the billions

That is my match

And still not matched up.

I’ve had my eye on one,

For some time now.

I hope that it is

More than a maybe

Not just a possibility.

With two wives behind me

I do not want

Strike three.

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