Tattoos in Mayberry
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My girflriend of almost 20 years, last night
finallly understood why she is an actual, true blue, through and through, bonafide.
Anti-Semite.
See, I am a jew. We have 6000 years of
not giving a sucker an even break.
Not trusting anyone except ourselves.
Remaining neutral,
Not getting involved
until the perfect moment to jump in
and raise Cain..
.We even built our home city on the crosshairs of
other spinoff, and opposing, religions, our ancestral lands
Israel is positioned directly on the cloverleaf of the superhighway of
countless warring tribes and ancient civilization.
That's a tough piece of property to protect ors defend,
requiring an equally tough bunch of monkeys
I am not a practitioner of the religion
I understand well enough
the secret handshake
and some of the questions
and the piercingly penetrating
Vulcaneque mind meld
of the Jewish Stare.
.I have an interest as a Hebrew,, in what I don't know.
I much prefer the pageantry, and mysticism of Catholic services with
incense, guitars. maybe a drum or a harp.
or the enthusiasm, and faith of pentecostal
and the electricity of Southern Baptists. with all their gyrations
Joyful,,singing and dancing
I feel soothed and calmed, delighted and, inspired
Jewish servies don't give me that feeling.
To be a member, I must pay dues of some thousands of dollars a year.
It seems more about politics, money status, blood lines and support flooding into
the Superhighway that's the Jewish Homeland,.
than personal spritual nourishment.
I haven't seen a Rabbi holding services
on any cable or entertainment channels
and I don't expect to see it televised any time soon.
The ratings would fall through the basement.
Conversions, of Jewish children would take place at a record pace..
Hey, look, nothing against the rituals or cloak of secrecy
around any religion...
Like any religious group they can be head strong,
and this stubborness makes some
believers hard to get along with, even downright jerks
My dad was a jerk.
But, he was my jerk and I loved him. I also fearerd and respected him...
He didn't care who knew about him acting like a jerk.
He yelled at his co-workers, who he treated as subordinates.
He regularly, and with vigor,
hit on my girflriends,
and casually insulted, and razzed me and made fun of my friends
It's a piece of what goes along with freedom.
His indivdualism was his calling card..
Being his son was a hard act to follow
Being born into a Jewish culture
now,,the culture of Isreal.
has allowed me to make my own mistakes.
i made some grevious errors.
Dad never bailed me out of trouble.
He kept me sharp by trying to cheat me.
I learned on my own how to drive a stick shift.
On a volkswagen bug
I ground gears for a few days until I figured it out
on my own.,
I didn't care so much to make friends and influence people.
But, to laser focus my talents and abilities to gain an edge.
Througha action, I was shown by my dad to be myself
Not everyone is going to like you or your methods,
but so what,
you can't please everyone.
Keep persevering.
let it all hang out
Let your example be your trademark.
.
Jump in sometimes and get weird.
when the going gets tough.
Create your own story,
write your own resume..
Don't ever work,
just to make money.
Don't completely trust anyone but yourself.
Don't borrow money.
If you think you can get away with it, steal
but if you do steal,, make off with the vault.
Do as I say, not as I do, such as
Keep it zipped in your pants...
A piece of advice, dad didn't always follow.
As a player's apprentice,
He kept me on my toes
He didn't mind if I hated him.
when he would try to cheat me,,
in order to teach me an important life lesson
I have to thank him, in part,
for being who, what and where I am today.
I have a God given right to be here
A calling, and purpose, which
hasn't been made completely clear to me yet.
I write this testimony
in the brief time I am here.
.,
With all my glaring flaws and
social impediments,
God has granted me talents to land on my feet
I can .supplement the teachings I've absorbed
from.
6000 years waiting for an AWOL messiah.
A messiah, few Jew wants to show up now, and follow..
It's left that way on purpose. We are incomplete.
We are not to be completed
or completely absolved by anyone.. .
We are best when we are wandering, as the lost children of Israel.
Self banished. in the desert.
as God's forgotten sons and daughters
Don't pester us, leave us alone,
Forget but don't forsake us.
Jews have survived and will survive.
We are God's chosen.
A covenant no Jew cares to sever.
But, I wonder sometimes while
nestled in my bed
now in my quieter
years,
in the land of the Lakota and the Salish,
and Peigani,
and Anishanabe in the heartland of North America, far from Jerusalem,
Vatican City or Mecca
under these big bold Native American skies
in the mountains and the prairies of
The naguals,and ' pagan' ancient, mystics,
if it wouldn't serve me better to
pray to the Indian God. above.
Hey yah way yah
Ha Ha
Hey Yah Way Yah
Ha Ha
and, so I do, and
then I see billowing clouds,beginning to form,
as the wind begins to howl ..
and I am in silent reverence, as a
sudden chill goes through me
the miraculous history of this place..
I finish my simple Indian prayer, that's it,
Shey Hoy.
I shut my patio door.
and await salvation from a cleansing rain.
.
.
finallly understood why she is an actual, true blue, through and through, bonafide.
Anti-Semite.
See, I am a jew. We have 6000 years of
not giving a sucker an even break.
Not trusting anyone except ourselves.
Remaining neutral,
Not getting involved
until the perfect moment to jump in
and raise Cain..
.We even built our home city on the crosshairs of
other spinoff, and opposing, religions, our ancestral lands
Israel is positioned directly on the cloverleaf of the superhighway of
countless warring tribes and ancient civilization.
That's a tough piece of property to protect ors defend,
requiring an equally tough bunch of monkeys
I am not a practitioner of the religion
I understand well enough
the secret handshake
and some of the questions
and the piercingly penetrating
Vulcaneque mind meld
of the Jewish Stare.
.I have an interest as a Hebrew,, in what I don't know.
I much prefer the pageantry, and mysticism of Catholic services with
incense, guitars. maybe a drum or a harp.
or the enthusiasm, and faith of pentecostal
and the electricity of Southern Baptists. with all their gyrations
Joyful,,singing and dancing
I feel soothed and calmed, delighted and, inspired
Jewish servies don't give me that feeling.
To be a member, I must pay dues of some thousands of dollars a year.
It seems more about politics, money status, blood lines and support flooding into
the Superhighway that's the Jewish Homeland,.
than personal spritual nourishment.
I haven't seen a Rabbi holding services
on any cable or entertainment channels
and I don't expect to see it televised any time soon.
The ratings would fall through the basement.
Conversions, of Jewish children would take place at a record pace..
Hey, look, nothing against the rituals or cloak of secrecy
around any religion...
Like any religious group they can be head strong,
and this stubborness makes some
believers hard to get along with, even downright jerks
My dad was a jerk.
But, he was my jerk and I loved him. I also fearerd and respected him...
He didn't care who knew about him acting like a jerk.
He yelled at his co-workers, who he treated as subordinates.
He regularly, and with vigor,
hit on my girflriends,
and casually insulted, and razzed me and made fun of my friends
It's a piece of what goes along with freedom.
His indivdualism was his calling card..
Being his son was a hard act to follow
Being born into a Jewish culture
now,,the culture of Isreal.
has allowed me to make my own mistakes.
i made some grevious errors.
Dad never bailed me out of trouble.
He kept me sharp by trying to cheat me.
I learned on my own how to drive a stick shift.
On a volkswagen bug
I ground gears for a few days until I figured it out
on my own.,
I didn't care so much to make friends and influence people.
But, to laser focus my talents and abilities to gain an edge.
Througha action, I was shown by my dad to be myself
Not everyone is going to like you or your methods,
but so what,
you can't please everyone.
Keep persevering.
let it all hang out
Let your example be your trademark.
.
Jump in sometimes and get weird.
when the going gets tough.
Create your own story,
write your own resume..
Don't ever work,
just to make money.
Don't completely trust anyone but yourself.
Don't borrow money.
If you think you can get away with it, steal
but if you do steal,, make off with the vault.
Do as I say, not as I do, such as
Keep it zipped in your pants...
A piece of advice, dad didn't always follow.
As a player's apprentice,
He kept me on my toes
He didn't mind if I hated him.
when he would try to cheat me,,
in order to teach me an important life lesson
I have to thank him, in part,
for being who, what and where I am today.
I have a God given right to be here
A calling, and purpose, which
hasn't been made completely clear to me yet.
I write this testimony
in the brief time I am here.
.,
With all my glaring flaws and
social impediments,
God has granted me talents to land on my feet
I can .supplement the teachings I've absorbed
from.
6000 years waiting for an AWOL messiah.
A messiah, few Jew wants to show up now, and follow..
It's left that way on purpose. We are incomplete.
We are not to be completed
or completely absolved by anyone.. .
We are best when we are wandering, as the lost children of Israel.
Self banished. in the desert.
as God's forgotten sons and daughters
Don't pester us, leave us alone,
Forget but don't forsake us.
Jews have survived and will survive.
We are God's chosen.
A covenant no Jew cares to sever.
But, I wonder sometimes while
nestled in my bed
now in my quieter
years,
in the land of the Lakota and the Salish,
and Peigani,
and Anishanabe in the heartland of North America, far from Jerusalem,
Vatican City or Mecca
under these big bold Native American skies
in the mountains and the prairies of
The naguals,and ' pagan' ancient, mystics,
if it wouldn't serve me better to
pray to the Indian God. above.
Hey yah way yah
Ha Ha
Hey Yah Way Yah
Ha Ha
and, so I do, and
then I see billowing clouds,beginning to form,
as the wind begins to howl ..
and I am in silent reverence, as a
sudden chill goes through me
the miraculous history of this place..
I finish my simple Indian prayer, that's it,
Shey Hoy.
I shut my patio door.
and await salvation from a cleansing rain.
.
.
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