The Meddlesome Priest :

Celebrities are the broken mirrors of our own flawed souls. Robert De Niro  and Colin Kaepernick are just the latest examples. This is made clear when they presume to instruct their 'fans' on how to think politically. They’re our broken dreams that bleed, overdose, marry five times, abuse their kids, murder, rape, lie, cheat, and steal… all with celebrity immunity and impunity.  No matter how bad their behavior, they get the best tables at clubs, the inside deals denied to others, the glowing press for their most trivial efforts, and the shortest sentences or no sentence at all for their crimes. Peasants drool on the ooze from their every orifice. Then, they die, immediately elevated to immortality’s pantheon.  So, why do we enlarge them in death beyond what they were in life? Some say they were superior beings unlike the rest of us. Some say we do it out of jealousy. We see them as superlatively glamourous, rich, sexy, popular, thin, demi-gods. “Oh, if only ...

     Keep saying outrageous things into cameras and microphones, and they will follow you. Keep doing that. Seventeen months later, you’re elected President of the United States. Welcome to  Anno Trumpi, Year 1 . Say more outrageous things then do reasonable things. Keep everyone guessing. Keep everyone upended. Upending traditions of millennia ushers in a new millennium itself. Cleaving the ages into eras of human existence is the work of potentates. Only a force or a movement can command epochs. Jesus Christ drew a line in history between, BC, and after, AD. Atheist academics ( a redundancy now) tried and failed to create CE, the Common Era. That flopped. No personality. Calendars are inspired by people with gravitas, not trips around the Sun. Zoroaster, Julius Caesar, Jesus Christ, Pope St Gregory the Great, and now…Donald J. Trump the Practical, not a Conservative, not a Liberal, not even a Republican. He tires not. He spares not. He’s no spare tire. He’s a...

KRONOS (Cronus) was the King of the Titanes and the god of time, in particular time when was viewed as a destructive, all-devouring force. Tempus Fugit. He ruled th e cosmos during the Golden Age after castrating and deposing his father  Ouranos  (Uranus, Sky). In fear of a prophecy that he would in turn be overthrown by his own son, Kronos swallowed each of his children as they were born.  Rhea  managed to save the youngest, Zeus, by hiding him away on the island of Krete (Crete), and fed Kronos a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes. The god grew up, forced Kronos to disgorge his swallowed offspring, and led the Olympians in a ten-year war against the Titanes (Titans), driving them in defeat into the pit of Tartaros (Tartarus). Many human generations later, Zeus released Kronos and his brothers from their prison, and made the old Titan king of the Elysian Islands, home of the blessed dead.          Source: http://www.theoi.com/Ti...

Angels fall out of the sky all the time. One was a Russian bride named Lena Ova. Guess she leaned too far. Just because her wings were fake doesn’t mean she wasn’t a real angel. Oh, you think it’s funny? If you want God to laugh, then tell Him of your plans. You ask why would God make fun of us? What else has He got to do? He built derision into the design of the universe. Otherwise He’d get bored. However perfect, it has to be boring just loving yourself. Even fourteen-year-old boys give that handy-craft up rather quickly. So, make sure rednecks can’t wash the blood off their pickups. Make sure Mexicans park their cars on the lawn. And don’t let Orientals know how to drive. Whatever you do if you’re God, give Africans racist glasses since 'race' doesn’t even exist in human biology. These things keep the universe laughing. Splat! There goes another angel falling from the sky. Actually, what you do with the shotgun I give you for your Christmas is none of my busines...