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Preacher gets dirty on philosophy,

not realizing it is, by definition,

the love of wisdom.

And how more Godly could we be?


(To be continued…)








Iphigenia, Sacrifice of_ François Perrier


TV Preacher talks of her childhood,

molested and raped by her father.


She made it through, thank God,

and, though bitter for years,

got to the point where she could forgive,

move on, and talk about it.

And talk, and talk,

preaching the power of forgiveness.

Ultimately then I realize,

whether deliberate or not,

she *has* revenge.

The people, the faithful, the casual,

watchers and listeners around the world

all rightly sympathize.

And millions now know her father was scum

(like the cop he offered her to).

Evil seed in everyone?




Preacher’s preaching, TV.

You don’t understand the message

but you know it’s important,

the organ’s playing, emotive.

You put your hands on the TV screen

and believe.




TV preacher,

ardent as ever,

talks of the end times prophesies

being realized

(you see it more and more everyday,

the Book of Revelations actualized,

these truly are the last days…).

So, act now, the announcer says,

buy the book,

Revelations & End Times Explained,

for a limited time only…

“Now available in special leather binding,

legacy edition,

a great gift and family heirloom,

to pass on to your grandchildren…”




That’s the sound of freedom, right there, said the preacher,

full of hubris and pride, pointing skyward at the fighter jet,

breaking the sound barrier, making the air shudder,

shattering the peace.

Indeed, that’s the sound of military-imposed “freedom”, I reply,

from a godless system, on high.

Happy Birthday,

to me, you and





The preacher has two main churches:

one in the capital of the South,

one in New York City,

the capital of Capitalism.

I was in town, so as to speak,


having seen the preacher on TV,

opportunity and providence aligned,

I went to a sermon.

I was engaged by the Word,

the preacher was in a rich vein,

congregation inspired,


righteously hyped.

Then after an hour,

the preacher said a few banal words,

basely suggesting: “offering time”.

Buckets were passed around,

as hands reached into pockets and purses,

and the vibe changed from holy expectation to human desperation.

(Buy your blessing!

Don’t be shy…

Small plastic trinkets available in the foyer, only $49.99, plus tax…)


I’d thought New Yorkers would be more “sophisticated”,

cynical, one might say.

Turns out they’re just as desperate to believe as everybody else.


Preacher says once again

that the end is nigh:

it’s clear the world’s heaving

and in a worst state than ever before,

bleak prophesies

long prophesized,


now realized.

I’m inured,

having heard it all before,

like echoes

of nuclear Armageddon

lapping at the polluted shore.

And I wonder what the concentration camp inmate,


or the inquisition victim,

burned alive,


would say if you told


that 2016

was the worst year ever.

The world has never been so depraved and evil,

as yesterday, today and tomorrow.


Rabbi taught on the tabernacle and the importance of an attitude of gratitude.

He emphasized how the children of Israel were brought closer to God by the process of stripping, out in the wilderness, humbled.



The essential and elemental.

We must strip away the vestiges,

wannabe idols of human construct.

Modesty as a form of self-righteousness…

Adam and Eva in the Garden,


fig leaves and a legacy of bullshit,

my mind got to thinking.

I agree.

It’s what we want to see.

It’s what we want to be.

Something about it, just *feels* so *right*.

I am naked, therefore I am.

What more do we need?



Miller Lite comes in child-friendly sized cans. About the strength, I couldn’t decide. I opened another can. I didn’t dislike it.

I thought about my half-life and being in limbo, still waiting. … Still waiting for the beer to have any effect.

Meanwhile the TV Preacher went into a lather about how there’s no law anymore for the righteous. The Gospel of Grace. Believe and receive, and you will act righteous, without even trying. But, and it’s a big butt. It’s still right to honor the Lord by giving an offering from your first fruits, if you want to be blessed in this lifetime. AKA the tithe, and more. …

Ya’ll are under Grace. There’s no Law anymore, but… You are a steward, after all, and the money is God’s, and *loving* money is the root of all evil, but money in itself isn’t bad, and if you prove a just steward, then God is good and you’ll be a rich motherfucker on this earth… So, get with the program… And listen to the promptings within (which may be the Spirit, or may the residual, not-so-subliminal effects of hearing me preaching this message)… You know, spreading the gospel ain’t cheap. If I’m ministering to you then it’s only right to contribute to this ministry… Sow a seed, wait to receive…



Preacher says we’re in this world to be Kings and Priests,

not bit-part actors or mere minions,

it’s in the Word, after all,

the righteous, by Jesus, have dominion.

I want to believe.

I need to believe.

But I get no respite,

no relief from the shit of life,

people and systems screwing me over,


drowning at the bottom of the barrel.

And, yes, I can do all things through Christ Jesus,

but why does it always have to be the hard way,

for me,

every day like pushing a massive boulder up a narrow mountain trail.

So tired,

pissed off and rejected,

pissed upon and dejected.

It seems I’ve been forgotten,


A king and a priest?

Like a Romanov and Rasputin?

1916, 1917,

all semblance of propriety lost,

bludgeoned and beaten.

(No, Jesus, no…)