Rewarding Hate

The details are gross, the readers are in the millions, the details are worse than a bad day in a slaughter house. Fixated the readers are spell bound, did they really do that, the small details thrill the most, the writer gets an award for encouraging hate. Solomon recalled the times, when there were elders, wise men in every community, wise women too, (do i here the sexist complaint). In times of distress, the wise elders were the first source of comfort. The matter is discussed, the complainants make their case, the well being of the community comes first, ears do not need to hear the details. Why fill the heads with all sorts of strange thoughts, same reason they used to try and shield young children and others from pornography, it wasn’t deemed good for a healthy society. Are you joking they say in their heads, this stuff is ancient, get to the modern world dude, wake up, what’s wrong with rewarding hate.

The bias we pass on, the activities we encourage by giving them Ink, the ideas we plant into the head, same as the daft environmentalists, when the river is poisoned they suddenly decide to act.  Solomon prayed for revelation, and help from the world above. He encountered Holy Spirit, encountered the enemies to love as well, there was a need for a worthwhile prayer, a basic set of words that would help all

that was good, so he thought about it for awhile. One thought could turn those who deceive and those who encourage evil into babbling fools, a good idea, imagine if it works. everyday since he listened, the real intentions of many are made known, and it is growing, so much for those who reward hate.

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The Habit

No. damn it, the hobbit you mean, no he says, the habit, where do they come from? You are sounding old dada, I am old he replies, I’m passing on wisdom. He rattles his dentures, sighs. Trying to impart wisdom is like trying to extract teeth with a hammer, a lot of blood and nothing worth remembering just pain. He reaches for the glass, his throat is dry, the nurse is being patient, but can’t stay too long. She has others to see. The habit damn you, that’s what all of you are passing on. She ignores him, changes the sheets while he mutters on.

Harvey, Donald, and the entire bunch, men and women, selfies, facebook, our desire for violence

, it turns them on, the damaging habits we pass on. Jesus warned them, forgive and you can stop it all, why not give it a try, amen.

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The lamb

 

he shares easily and she knows it, he’s the lamb on the table, he is the meal at the end of the day, whoever provides the resources wins all the accolades, the reaction to the doner as temporary as an umbrella on a rainy day, once the rain is over there will be no use for it, once the money is gone the same reaction will be disappointing again

, the lamb never knows until they have him, and then he is gone. Life is like that sighed Solomon, impatience then assistance then deliverance from what there was, depends where you lie at the moment, are you a farmer or are you just another ram. The expression was a surprise, it wasn’t something unexpected, but the mask fell from the face, he could see clearly behind it, this was not a place for lambs, neither was the city for the new arrival or the refugee.

society was layers of folks, each trying to get to the next level, once the resources were secure, they were no different to those they complained about, it was something human and it was not very humanizing, amen. The face of the deceiver, could be a lamb one moment a demon the next, did everyone change as soon as the situation improved, the only thought more of the new lets forget about where we came from, was that it, amen.

The Rules

She nods, it’s her first day, she made an effort to look smart, neat but not too much, first day, she has to learn the rules. The long sweep of her head, she eyes her as if she’s a mannequin, well, all you will be doing is standing there dear, give them something to look at, distract them, she meant to say him, once he, she corrects, once they get a focus on you it’s easy to control the communication, she is going to be front desk material, it’s the public services desk of an airline, they mostly handle complaints, and women do it better, well, in law, you can’t argue or use language that might be considered biased, women have more thorns, more armor, put them in the front line, those who are protected, they are the rules.

Solomon recalled his father, on his knees, unpacking his luggage, as he had gone over the weight measure limit

and had to exchange stuff for the overhead. A tax on presents, the extra luggage you carry coming back. It was created by an accountant no doubt, a team of them, find areas where we can legitimately charge for, what about the others in the industry, the boss smiles, they are greedy too, they are the rules. Imagine the rules, you get to the heavenly gates, you pass your cards across the counter, and a bribe, a last minute promise, a donation to a popular charity, this will solve the problem. Peter sighs, know the rules, he points to a tablet of rock, points, the guest retches inside, the rules.

Moses Blue

Moses gets the Blues

 

Fifteen, sixteen whatever age, whatever the reason, we plan for it, but seemingly do nothing about it, repeated year after year, while the suicide rates among children soar, and nobody seems to notice, just more calls for volunteers, as if the situation is expected to worsen, as it is, any wisdom out there, it does not appear so. Children more vulnerable to adult vices that ever before, copying what they see, have you ever seen a small one learn, how fast they cotton on, we all have, and what do we all say, that’s a smart child, they are all smart children, they don’t all learn at the same speed. As with wine, some get better as they get older, most in fact, provided they have the right start. There was a time when children were considered a Godsend, a blessing, more love to give, that was long ago. Now we have a list of explanations for the child and the role of the adult and society etc etc, and the rights of children

etc.. and hosts of other things, etc etc, all relating to the rearing and well-being of the child. A child just wants to be esteemed and loved, with a little encouragement they’ll work things out.

Solomon met a lot of big children lately, and the still had to recover from their childhood,

The Boss

lends you a soul, a way to do good, sends you the prophets, to remind you that all of you, are a gift, and talents is as well, amen. Finding a meaning, do good, clean up the act, your soul is not yours, neither is love, it’s yours to farm that’s all, and if you do a good job, as the boss said, you’ll be given more, amen.