Re: Michaelmas reflections 2006
- --- In email@example.com, "carol" <organicethics@...> wrote:
> >Correction- there probably ensues an 'internalized' form of anxietyMy father suffered from PTSD after his experiences in WWII, so whenever
> which is most likely the root cause for many psychiatric and
> substance abuse problems. Carol.
I hear discussions about this subject, it reminds me of the times when
I was growing up and had to endure his episodes of raging behavior,
largely instigated as an extreme form of emotional catharsis inflicted
on my mother as an outpouring of "rage against the machine". His depth
of despair at these moments was unbelievable, and had the cumulative
effect of making me feel that I was the unworthy cause of his
unhappiness. And I lived with this feeling for a very long time. You
could say that I suffered from a tertiary form of PTSD myself, with my
mother getting the second-hand treatment, and my father fighting the
demons directly in his soul.
- Bradford comments;
Oh the Michael Spirit. The sassy common sense of seeing through the
darkened deceptions that surround us. Oh the glorious Michael Spirit
that has placed us in such an obvious arena of liars.
The Michael sense that you can wake up and know that people can
stand up against idiots, morons, and humans who blatantly betray our
humanity, to our face. To be so cognitively clear that you Love
Spiritual Science in the same way that you love cognitive common
sense is to glory in the gift of humanity.
That you despise that which destroys our childrens cognitive
potential and as an adult you praise and thank god that you live in
such a time where you can see these things so damned clearly in our
environment and you can spit right back in the eye of the devil. Be
a Michael Student. Stop being a coward, stand up for the greatness
of humanity and laugh to scorn when idiocy attempts to capture our
society and our children.
And these idiots are everywhere. Everywhere we turn we have one damn
stupid materialistic idiot after another who has never felt the fire
of Michael's cognitive inspiration and clarity. Rather these
unconsecrated darkness eaters, just by the sheer force of their own
stupidity and ugliness stand before our eyes claiming to uphold
freedom. In a gnats eye. Balderdash, send them back to the retard,
retread, ahrimanic and ice chambers that suits their inhuman sense
Defend and uphold the demand that we make courage and humor our
sharpest weapons against the absolute ugly, bitter and foul stench
the betrayers of MANKIND exude. Despise them before the learn to
bite and devour worlds, mock their useless, destructive souls and
celebrate the moral fiber of consecrated light as it penetrates
through every cell of our bodies.
A Thanksgiving Prayer for Dick Cheney's Heart - and a Few Other
by Tony Hendra | Nov 24 2006
"I give thanks O Lord for Dick Cheney's Heart, that brave organ
which has done its darn-tootin' best on four separate occasions to
do what we can only dream about.
O Lord, give Dick Cheney's Heart, Our Sacred Secret Weapon, the
strength to try one more time! For greater love hath no heart than
that it lay down its life to rid the planet of its Number One Human
I give thanks O Lord that we're getting to kick The Lame Duck when
he's down. Thank you too Lord for making impeachment unfeasible so's
we get to kick him and kick him and kick him, have him to kick
around for two more long years, kick him so bad his stupid quacking
beak comes out his own greasy-feathered DA.
I give thanks O Lord that because of the sanity, decency and plain
commonsense of the American voter, the whole world has finally had
this self-evident truth confirmed: George Bush is what the whole
world knew him to be the second it laid eyes on him: a talent-free,
petulant, pea-brained bully.
Allow me to enlarge somewhat O Lord upon this particular thanks.
Despite six years of suppurating drivel from his catamites about
leadership and inner strength and Christian fortitude and courage
under fire: George W Bush is, was and always will be that sneering,
leering little creep who came to school in a chauffeur-driven car,
yelled racist epithets at the scholarship kids, tripped up the guy
on crutches, stuck his paw up the dress of any girl he pleased, had
his toadies beat up anyone smart or weak or different, insulted
teachers to their faces - and got away with it all, because his Dad
had just endowed the new sports stadium.
And while we're on the subject of his Dad Lord, I give thanks for
the delicious sight of that craven, racist, traitorous, class-ridden
old fool having to hoik his withered Yankee hams out of the comfy
billion-dollar no-show job the Carlyle Group found for him, in a
desperate attempt to save a dynasty built on graft, treason,war
crimes and good old-fashioned brown-nosing.
I give thanks to thee Lord for the hilarious notion that 41 is in
any way superior in skill-sets, smarts or statesmanship to 43! O
Lord thou dost indeed make it a cake-walk these days, for the clowns
and jokesters! Thy comedic munificence is boundless Lord!
And before I leave this rich vein O Lord I give Thee thanks for the
possibility - at long last - that this axis of incompetent evil is
OVER. That a crime family who gave us two disastrous Presidencies in
the space of a decade might finally be bound for the oblivion it so
richly deserves. For Thou knowest Lord in Thy infinite wisdom that
with truly evil stupid people - the Nazis spring to mind - it always
takes TWO defeats to finally bring them to their knees. So let it be
with Bushdom. (And perhaps one of these fine days the neo-
But to return O Lord to that for which I give Thee the most thanks:
that dinged and dented old jalopy, democracy. Countless millions of
miles on the clock but still getting us to our destination safe and
sound. Above all O Lord I gave Thee thanks for that which keeps the
old jalopy running, the aforementioned ordinary American voter.
Maligned, demeaned, taken for granted, treated like a sheep or bug
or robot, her intelligence insulted by mail-order demagogues, his
actions blithely predicted by arrogant non-entities, as if he had no
more free will or character than a chip in a calculator.
But in the final analysis proving once again, beyond a shadow of a
doubt, that the ruled are always smarter than the rulers.
I give thee thanks O Lord that Thy glorious sun is finally breaking
through the viscous, vomit-colored cloud-cover of Republican
bigotry, repression, fear-mongering, greed and graft. A blighted
carapace of despair and depression that has blotted out the clear
blue sky from horizon to horizon for six long years, O Lord, like a
billion pairs of enormous morbidly obese buttocks sitting on our
I give Thee thanks O Lord for those same sagacious voters of all
persuasions, creeds and ethnic origins, who saw the carnage in Iraq
for what it is. I pray Lord that those who voted to launch the
carnage might be inspired by your Holy Congressional Spirit to take
a long hard look at their guilt in the murder of 200,000 entirely
innocent people who never lifted a finger against the United States.
Most especially those Democrats who, to curry crass political favor,
voted for war in the teeth of their own lifelong principles.
Touching which, O Lord, when the white dove of Thy peace descends
upon Washington to hover over the new Congress, may it take a long,
wet crap on Hillary's hundred-dollar hairdo.
OK - LET'S EAT!!
Ruba-dub-dub! Thanks for the grub! Yay God!"