THE LAST DAY

I. PREDICTIONS ARE USELESS

If the election is honest, Trump should take at least 54% of the vote and the state of New York. Historically speaking, New York votes Democrat, but New Yorkers favor New Yorkers and Clinton is corrupt. However, all of this is a moot point because most of it does reside upon the backs of the American people. If Anderson County is a mirror to the populace at large then I do not hold much hope. However, I think that Anderson County is special in its lack of fortitude. 

II. THE DIRT IS NOT UPON THE LENSES

I have a bad outlook on life. I am comfortable with that because it seems to adhere closer to realism. This outlook comes through a situational basis that was instigated by my family, bolstered by the local churches and ministries, and carried forth by the lameness of the local culture. A criminal appeal exists through all because integrity itself is in question.

I tend to view things through the lens of ‘if you are not for me’ then ‘you are against me.’ Basic notions may be held when survival itself remains to be at stake. Truth is truth and I could care less what differing opinions state. This is not a relative world and it never has been. Bad philosophy has had its day in the sun and the time should be now for trivialities to be vanquished. Only God can help us now.

III. THE LOST DAY

I lost a day. I was knocked-out all of Monday. I rise today and a day is missing from my life. This is part of the side-effects of being without necessary medication. I am livid about this matter. This has happened a few times before and it is always the same thing. I drop out here and there. Not only is health in peril, but things are also stolen. That is also an opportune time for the weak to pretend that they are strong. It is layer upon layer of rubbish and it is irritating when the jackals wish to get into the mix. The weak are where they remain because of the lack of integrity. I am speaking of a weakness of character, integrity, and disposition. In no way do I refer to a weakness of strength, situation, or things garnered precious by YHWH. The weakness that I refer to lies more with criminality and those aspects of evil. The title for this section is a nod to Brian Eno.  

IV. THE BIG ADIOS

At this point in time, I could care less. Death is preferable to states of mere existence and right now this is one of mere existence. I am truly shocked that this is getting penned at this point in time. Maybe I have prolonged too long in calling things as they are. Then again, maybe it takes longer to clean the rubbish than what I had anticipated.

You take all that you have loved and all that you had known. You take everything that seemed foundational and every aspect of familiarity. You take your sense of place, space, and identity. You take your comforts and your joys. You take all of these things from you, you have them ripped from your grasps. Then they are placed before you and there you discover the delusions that have been held. It initially appears as a form of rape. In the end, it is what you asked for: the truth.

This is stated for the rubbish ministries that I have encountered as they tell me that they understand. They lie because they think that it makes me feel better. It does not. They do not understand that they cling to modern aspects of convenience and culture. Nor does one admit to old sins being redressed for a new appeal. Pretending ignorance is another means of lying to yourself and all else. All of the vanity in the world still can not hide the fact that the ugly still remains.

I think most of the things have been covered with the exception of one more phone call to TMFH and one conversation with a minister that I believe to be a thief. My doctor probably deserves an earful as well. This is such crap. 

In my world, it all ends here.

NATIVES 14   +   THE LAST DAY   +   LEAGUE OF DREAD

by El-Pooh!