Two brothers can make love,
For they shall not make a child.
The lovers cut with blades
While their motions are sweet and mild.
The barber is paid a fortune,
Three times every week;
The boy makes soap
Out of his liposuctioned waist.
Men dress in animal costumes
And fight for their rights, too;
For dogs and children can consent
That's the very next move.
A man dressed in drag entertains the host
Of fourth graders, and are taught
About their everlasting love.
Tail made from a dildo, he shows them the truth.
There are no morals, but what's made
By a few consenting few.
The rest of us are appalled
Wondering what had happened here.
Narcissism is all around,
And the Christian men do fear.
They on their lectors are arrested in the street.
For offense is the only crime, and that means you and now me.
Morals are only what's agreed upon by all;
Like Hume, rape is the only crime they know.
All in an outrage, over innocuous offense.
The feminist will put you in prison, for saying hello over her fence.
The child is taught by teachers, who teach them how to "love"
And teach them it is crime, to say it's not from above.
For the ninth grader takes hormones, and the eighteen year old is cut.
Her breasts are then removed, and her vagina sewed up.
Do understand, these are the troubles of our day.
All of this is real, and might one day be illegal to say.
For all go about their dark business, through the ransacked streets
As the blue devil is summoned in Pennsylvania's Streets.
The pornstar has a boyfriend, who tolerates her lovers
Having a wife by your side, if you demand faithfulness
You're an abuser. "What a horrible looser."
And if you say the emperor wears no clothes, you shall be stolen away, to only who knows.
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English is My Favorite Language
It's why it's so intelligent, though. Silent letters give a breath of imagination to it... it's one of the beautiful things of English, the unorthodox spellings and diphthongs and the versatility of it. It keeps things interesting, and it's like tasting apricot when you read it.
If I Were a Billionaire
I rewrote this, because I thought hard about it one day. A billion dollars, one could spend 50,000 dollars a day for 50 years. Given this exceptionally good condition, I think I would set up an office in Hershey, and have people walk in as clients, and work with them to better their lives, using the money as a means of doing so. I'd have a large property, where I'd develop working skills in people, with farm hands that have experience, and have a free education service--paying teachers to do free public lectures teaching them Reading, Writing and Arithmetic. I'd work with students, teaching them Phonics and Cuing, and also teach them Arithmetic, and do free lectures and tutoring, paying full time salaries to about thirty staff members to do teaching. Then, I'd pay the farmers full time salaries to teach people how to do everyday things, like fix car engines, plough, cultivate crop, garden, clean heavy machinery. That'd be about 50 days worth of money, and then I'd take 50,000 dollars a day and use it to provide for the needs of people, such as college loans to Liberty or Biola university, or HACC, or to house people who have criminal records and give them working skills. I'd also buy cars for people who needed them, and set up no Interest Loan programs for people, that they could voluntarily pay back through the bank. I'd also vet my clientele, as it says "Let the alms sweat in your hand before you give it."
That's a fantasy. 2 Corinthians says you're only obliged to give what you actually have, not what you hope to have, and there's blessing in poverty.
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The Song of Timmy
Oh, Timmy you were no great fool
Working on your good ol' runes.
Until that Wicked John stole them away
The thing you longed for all the day.
Jealous was that wretched fox
Who did all wrong, and had no law.
Great shall be that Edom's fall
And when he's carried by the pall
He shall not like Cormac flow
Down the river to pastures growth
But shall be buried in a hill of dung
For stealing the words of a Fatherless son.
The Tiny Frog and the Nailed Dog
Was sold down the river and on every tongue.
Wicked John found you and said, "Aha
"You need to work, like I, like all."
Thus, did Wicked John tinsel the curse
He said he was on your side, but worst
He said so many smooth and nice things
But was a wicked sinner, who shall be king.
And then the White Rider in Robes stained by blood
Shall dash him to pieces, the man you trust.
Phony as a Two Dollar Bill
Red ink, it's from that era of Kennedy's
When the Treasury printed money
For those quick years, and then the Fed
Started printing it again.
An eighth grade girl gets arrested.
Nobody, not even the Principle
Understands about it, that it's real?
She gets booked on a Felony Charge.
Meanwhile, my HV/AC men come in
While I'm on a rant, and I tell them about it.
And they lay the added salt on the wound
That people are stealing, and not getting arrested.
It's a great metaphor for our current world...
The innocent get charged, and the guilty walk.
You'd think every child would have had the eccentric uncle
Who taught them these things, or at least the school.
Not in today's America.
“Physics Proves Math Can’t Always Work”
I'm sure it can, we just forget how to do it right. Like this got some "Kim Jung Un" vibes, of putting two water droplets together, and thinking he proved 1 + 1 = 1. It's 1 x 1. Three water droplets it's 1 x 1 x 1. And it works in base 1, like Heron's formula, which some things the number gets distorted when exponentiated. There... physics problem solved. Geez people are going backward these days.
Like no offense, but it's the same as adding a new dimension to a cube. You have one line, then another, then another. The whole cube equals 1. Adding three water droplets together, you're multiplying it, essentially. If you took the dimensions within it--and this is beyond my grasp--you could create a formula that describes the augmentation of the droplet. That's generally what happens when you get into more advanced geometry, is the number is defined by equalities.
So, physicists are probably wrong, and they made a huge and absurd leap of conjecture, based on the fact that "Nah nah nah nah boo boo, I just don't want it to be true."
Like, generally, shapes are defined by formulas, and how they interact with each other is its own geometry. You could use this same notion to solve P Versus NP, too, to look at the shapes, and work out conclusions based on geometric principles, or define new geometric principles. But, physics is generally geometry. Gravity, for instance, is quadratic--perfectly--and all physics works off of geometry. And maybe the problem is too much advanced physics is based in specious and non extant substance, that it's basically imaginary at this point. Meaning you'll have to throw most of it out, and observe things through their geometric relations. I'm not saying I can do this... but there's people who can, and that's what work in physics should be, is looking at the reality of something, and forming shapes through equations to describe the patterns they observe. If you can't, then it just doesn't exist. Maybe at a Quantum level math begins to break down... but that even has some aspect of number to it. But that's because it's basically random bursts of energy, which can only be measured through their appearance and frequency.
Poem to the Gays
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”
Thank you.
Oh it’s your world. For sure…
Someone does love me.
And she’ll come at a time when it’s right.
It’s more your world than mine,
And that’s alright.
This isn’t my world.
I have heaven to go to.
And heaven will be all of what I want, and none of this I hate.
Eleanor
I don't know if you're just sweet and innocent
Or a catfish.
I don't know if you're a good person or not.
But, you go on your merry way...
Maybe everything I dreamed of
Maybe every nightmare come true.
A text conversation, though,
I just don't know you that well.
I know not to bite bait on a hook
Even if there looks like a hook...
Sorry friend.
Don't take it personally.
“Can Math Prove God?” A Response to Gavin Ortlund
{}It's not "Eternal Truths" but the intricacy of it. Just like with ethics, it gets watered down to "Because God says so" this gets watered down to "Because they're objective." It's what they describe, not the fact that they do. Just like the New Testament is objective, we work from its teachings to real world ethics, and how the world actually ought to function.
Like honestly, what you're doing is a teleological fallacy. You're working from the effect to the cause. Work from the cause to the effect, that's much sounder, as it works through Modus Ponen. That's kind of the problem with this watered down theology in modern times, is everything works from "God", like Paul says, "The creation cries out there's a creator" not "The creator cries out there's a creation." We all know there's a creation. And just saying, "Aha! God said, therefore it must be," Even Nehemiah gave the sense of the Law. God doesn't want people who don't fully understand why He set these laws to pass. He wants fully cognizant faith, and understanding. He wants Wisdom.
B. K. Neifert 