Good-bye George

It was with great and honest horror that I learned today of the death of George Carlin, who passed away at the age of 71 by heart attack. Yea, fine, so he lived a long and interesting life, and was really loved by millions. He will be MISSED!

My all time favorite comic (and hilariously logical) observation that George Carlin ever made was concerning religion. Now, I am, I suppose, what you would call a "spiritual" person, but you call me "religious", and them's fightin' words. LIsten to what George had to say about it.........(Oh, and if this really, truly, deeply, ridiculously offends you, then I suggest you go lock yourself into a closet at the nearest church and never, ever come out here where you might encounter a sinner.



What I really admired about George was that he had the guts to speak the obvious, only he could do it in such a way that you couldn't escape it, you were laughing so hard. And, the man made a LIVING doing this shit! Gods, I hated him! I always wanted to be a comedian, but I've always been afraid people would laugh at me.

Now you see why I can't quit my day job.

George, of every one of the billions of people who have lived and died on this special place we call Earth, I have to say that YOU rank up there with all those who paid BIG TIME for the oxygen you consumed. Thank you for the smiles.

Back here on the home front, I'm in the process of clearing away a tree which was competing for space with another one and lost the contest. However, it will provide us with some quality fire wood here at the hold, and the goats are loving all those leaves they are pigging out on there in the yard.

My good friend Eddy, of whom I have spoke a number of times on this blog, surprised us with a phone call from over there where all that sand is. They also have alot of mean, nasty, highly excitable, RELIGIOUS people over there that like to shoot at good guys like our friend Eddy. It won't happen because Eddy is under our direct protection, i.e. our intent (which is a force to be reckoned with) that Eddy remains safe until we can elect a sane person to our White House and get his sweet ass back home. He's doing OK, although there's not much he can say about what he, or they, or Obama is doing. Security and all that. But, just as it would anybody, all those gunshots going off at all hours of the night kinda fuck up his sleep. And he's not even living in the hood.

We didn't get to perform any Summer Solstice ceremonies due to circumstances with work and time off and other considerations this year, but all over the world it seems that the longest day of the year is being celebrated more than ever. I suppose more and more people, Christian, Pagan, or whatever, are becoming more sensitive to the complexities of the seasons of our home planet and are striving to find meaning in whatever stands out as being so special. I really think we need to enjoy this one holiday as much as we can for as long as we can because there WILL come a day when our actions as a species might very well make the longest day of the year a living hell for life on Earth, due to increased temperatures and the effects of a climate gone mad. Then, we will be celebrating the Winter Solstice as one of the few days a person can go outside without their air-conditioned suit and not suffer heat stroke.

Now wouldn't THAT be a bummer?

Oh, and Jules, I am so sorry that I haven't gone into great detail what we do with this Summer Solstice thing from a Wiccan Standpoint, but rest assured there are PLENTY of references you can google about Litha, and I PROMISE to address OUR approach to it either here or over at PPP when I get the time. Thanks for asking!

I leave you all with one observation/plea. You wives, those wonderful persons that you are that decided to stick with us men as partners, for better or for worse, and get so aggravated at the "worst" part of the deal, which we, the men, seem to deliver on a regular basis. Yes, sometimes we do and say things that with cursory glances seem to indicate we are quite capable of being very bad and insensitive bastards. I can only ask that when these situations raise their ugly little heads, that you glance PAST the occurrence and ask yourself, before you launch your thousand ships of hurt, "did he really MEAN what he said or did in the way I am taking it, KNOWING him for all these years as I do? Is this MAN of mine REALLY capable of being such a bastard? Could it be POSSIBLE that he had no idea what he was doing when he "innocently" proceeded to do what he is now soooooo in trouble for doing?"

Or, would you rather just let him know that even after all these years of commitment and love and devotion and sticking around that no matter how sticky the situation of your lives got, you STILL don't seem to GET him, and maybe he should just say "fuck it, why do I even try anymore" and just walk away? You don't think about these things from THAT angle while you're having your little judgement day tantrum, do you? Of course not, and I'm sure you'd like to either blame the hormones or just stick with the fact that men are pigs.

Whatever floats your boat.

Just stand informed, ladies, that we are on this Earth for SOME purpose, and yes, maybe we have a hard time figuring out just what that purpose is, but it's not helping us live up to whatever that potential is when you stick knives into that frail and easily breakable thing we call our self-respect, self-esteem, or whatever it is the shrinks seem to think we need to stay sane and not just go wallow in the gutter with the rest of the gutter-snipes. So, complain when you need to, we understand, and will join you when our "macho" allows us to, but remember.......

We hurt to. And sometimes YOU aren't so damned pretty, either.

End of rant.

These are the days of our lives, this is what I do, and we wish you all good days within the confines of your own special places. Blessed be!