Mr. ArtAtrocity...False Profits vol.2

Do you believe in coincidence?  Not coincidences.  Just the singular-- coincidence.  Because if you answered-- Y-E-S -- then  I can assert to well within an acceptable prediction with an accuracy of 85 percent, that you are-- very religious. Not just a little but a lot. Man, I mean a great deal religious.   Or simply put--- you pray to an invisible God or only visible in your mind's eye. Well, this is not a bad thing because where I sit-- most people worship things anyway. All people or all objects of worship that are not invisible to the eye are visible to all of us. So does an eternal God exist?  Because we create him in our words and our speech or does it or he really breathe. Or better said, "We observe him."  This is what we constantly do when we observe a coincidence. And we give it a pronoun. A HE or S-He depending on what era of worship you were born-- 2000 years ago or today. In the age of Pisces or Aquarius, the water bearer-- ...

Patton's Prayer for Bastogne:  "Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech Thee, of Thy great goodness, to restrain these immoderate, (rains) weather, with which we have had to contend. Grant us fair weather for Battle.  Graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call upon Thee.  That, armed with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory, and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies and establish Thy justice among men and nations." --Amen. The famous “weather prayer” of General Patton was written by a Catholic Chaplain, Colonel James H. O’Neill.  Here is his article on the incident written in 1950. Patton was an interesting mixture of contradictions in his spiritual life.  Foul mouthed even by the standards of an army known for profanity, and much too fond of war for a Christian, he also read the Bible and prayed each day.  A firm Episcopalian, yet he also firmly believed in reincarnation.  While in command in...

The world of 50 percent off / half and half is all around us.   Half-cafe, half and half milk, I don't want full milk just a little bit of the good stuff in me.  Vampires and weird heroines-- half creatures of the night and half good gals.  A killer and murdered of half men we call-- our children-- but it's called 'Erra-tainment.' No one makes a decision it's all-- consensus. If we all can agree that is?  Not even our authors writing made up novels about 'hi-bread' characters-- all half dead, half alive terrors that go bump-- only at sunset before it gets too dark and scary.   What is all this Half stuff?  How about a full dose of something--once?  My kid said to me, thinking she was 'explaining things'-- to me like Lucy explaining things to her half Cuban-half American husband. "She only kills kids, to keep herself alive--dad??" "Huh?" My mind and heart wonders. Or like my dad--you call him ' My father'...

HIMYM ---the last episode got me thinking. "Well kids, if you are reading this, a man just became available and is on the market." Lies is what put me here and what is true kept me married for twenty one plus years and counting.   "The market I am talking about kids-- is the market of the other woman--that still beats.  I am available because I am married."   Now most of you reading this would say, "That is just despicable." Well, you are not wrong. The disciples of what is 'true' will say, "Happily ever after is what matters---most!"   But it is the only thing that keeps me sane.  The only thing that drives from doing things I will regret.  The act of being alone is a greater crime than remaining miserable.   The act of crying has become the understanding of one's neighbor and loving him or her.  Once this really starts-- the world will fall apart and crumble like the twin towers.  We are crumbling and there is...

The river of time is more like ice flowing over the edge and falling in big chucks into the salty sea.  Antarctica is like this and will always be--ice time forever and ever.  A-mend. You can reverse time.  Because it's granule.  The nature of time is like salt pouring out.  You can reverse it if you can contain it--like salt.  The beginning is not the beginning but what happens after it all happened.  Yes it all happened.  Time is the grains of sand on a sunny beach it is the result of the end of life.  But as it compresses and becomes granite then rocks and then lava-- again then comes back to the surface.  What was encoded in it-- the death cycles of all living things springs back-- in it's sweet time.  We have probably been here before you and I. I writing and you reading.  Reading for the first and last time over and over.  It may have taken you a scant five minutes to read this far but it's probably eons ...