Mr. ArtAtrocity...False Profits vol.2

My love Santa Marie and Santa Marie, is not here.  She lost her way on the rocky shores of Gitchee Gumee.  She lost her grand sails and all she had-- when her husband, the grand captain 'J John Z'--- passed. Passed--- into that glorious night, all she had left was the boat, boat named Santa Marie.  Passed--- into that glorious night.  He built light houses for her and she decorated them.  He built nourishment for her and she ate at it all.  She built nothing but she thought she was something.  In the end she was just kidding her self that she had a life without Jimmy.---Jimmy John Z.    Jimmy John Z was his name. Not his birth name, mind you. Just his name.  A name that when she heard it, it all but startled her the first time. Captain John Z was his title. And it kept her warm all those years as she pined away a life in her own mind. That is where she lived in her own mind. One day, some day he would tell her the secret...

Lets start talking the Top of the Pyramid-- the Capstone of educational thievery and mind numbing goals---The Valedictorian CAP stone. The learning must begin with the 101 student.  The Padawan, the mentee.  The mentor cannot teach if the student has not really arrived.  I wish we all could just pay tuition and then it would 'automatically' make us learn and be more curious. This is the grave difference in paying a price for the great Pearl and a great treasure cannot be found-- without paying a grand price. Explorers know of what I speak.  They must get in --harms way-- to learn about harm.    There is only so much you can learn by reading alone.  But  you must first start there.  It's unfortunate that an athlete was handed a ball first, and a academic was handed a book.  Would a parent hand their ' smart kid ' a ball instead of an education?  Or the opposite-- any dumb parent who give the 'so-so kid' a boo...

I do hesitate to talk about subjects that will out me on my life.  But what the hell.  I should come out the closet, intellectually.  And murder my own truth detector. "The heart is designed to hear it." -Fr Barron "  I am a closet-- astrological bible reader. "  Not because it tells the truth but because it dares too but does not. The grand thieve of time and learning through a man's life to reach the peak, the capstone-- the Chief Cornerstone of intellect. But is it worth the time it takes to be a SME (Subject Matter Expert) only to have your words fall on the deaf ears of jaded energetic youth.  Any real study of scriptures leads to the inescapable conclusion that we don't know-- nothing. We think we know stuff. The ancients knew about the three lights in our universe. We still believe there is only two. Astrophysicist know better. The third light-- the light of creation itself the beginning is all around us-- still. The light aft...

  Cough, cough---clearing the throat a little here. When talking about the opposite sex it can get a little hairy here---please lend me some latitude or altitude---here. When watching the film Edge of Tomorrow in Harkins Theater at the Cine Capri -- in Southlake, TX. I could not help but realize this is a grand stage for the battle of the sexes. When there is a battle of the sexes on the screen you would want a 'sexy tight' couple with good looks and tightly fitted clothes and nice smiles.  We might think of two people dressed in the latest fashion of 'Parda' both male and female, top of the food chain and full of their claim of outright but still earned-- success.  This is the essential backdrop to say, "... that a Man is better than a Woman."   Or the opposing view,  heaven forbid, that a Woman is absolutely better than a beastly man.  This way of scoring is not good logical, where a female can only win by beating a man at his own game. Surel...

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...