Fat Mouths

I’m about to rail at some loud-mouthed idiots here, and if I happen to offend any thoughtful, rational human beings of any background, such is not my intent and I’m sorry. The article I’m posting below reminds me of the few moments I had to study before an Art History exam at UTK. As if my own anxiety weren’t impeding me enough, some “kind souls” came to help out by praying for me during my last five minutes before class, despite my strong hints that I needed this precious time to myself. I bit my tongue out of politeness for such nonsense for the last time that day. These self-righteous, unhelpful people need to stop impeding on others’ attempts at managing the stresses of life.

The article below is about Christians who don’t want their children exposed to the religious aspects of yoga. That’s a fair enough demand. However, I still wish they’d shut up and act out their values instead of running their two-faced, fat mouths about all the imaginary injustices in the world. Badges and affiliations don’t impress me. I’m impressed by a thoughtful set of values solidly adhered to on the personal level. If a person must proclaim their values loudly, what are they over-compensating for, exactly?

My final thought on the matter is that I believe the indoctrination of youth is akin to brainwashing and a form of child abuse. I will not be making any such personal decisions for my own daughter, and instead I’ll simply discuss facts with her.

Oh, and, uh, Hail Satan!

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2016/03/24/ga-parents-offended-by-the-far-east-religion-of-yoga-get-namaste-banned-from-school/?hpid=hp_no-name_morning-mix-story-b%3Ahomepage%2Fstory

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The best gifts for me

have been, without question, bags of sand from fancy beaches.  I use it for incense holders, paper weights, decoration, … … …

In fact, I am jealous when other people receive more sand than I do.

When I was little and my dad returned home from the Desert Storm war, he gave me a couple of tiny tabasco bottles.  I love those bottles, but I can’t do anything with their modest contents.  Years later, when I noticed the big tabasco bottles that my dad gave to other people, I was jealous!

When someone travels to an amazing place, I am happiest when I have been given a tiny piece of that place.  [Call me an ungrateful non-capitalist if you will, and I’m happy to get the fuck out.]

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I say this to a friend

as a disclaimer while I exchange phone numbers:

Notes:

*I dislike chatting so I usually don’t answer rings

*I sometimes wait days [years, sometimes] to respond to text messages [contact]

*I am known to arbitrarily refrain from acknowledging parts of incoming dialogues

These terrible offenses of mine can never be rightfully taken personally by any friend of mine, such as your illustrious self, M.D. I do hope this a temporary condition of mine, that I commit such offenses.

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Bonsaii!

Nothing strange here.  I was just feeling particularly lonely at a beach wedding several years ago, so I mailed a final draft of this poem to someone after compiling a rather extensive package of things with which to surround my little note.

Bonsai

ca. 2009

This came next.

Lupine Lady

ca. 2009

“Remember, all you sexy cowboys and Indians: I am not solicitor; I am simply insane.”

-Ursula E. Minor, ca. today

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