Equivalency

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It’s all equal

Right?

Everything

Evolution

Creationism

Jesus

Allah

Yahweh

Odin

Progressives

Conservatives

Climate change is real

Climate change is a liberal lie

Women are equal to men

Women are less than men

The poor are lazy fucks

The poor are suffering humans

Native Americans are whining losers

Native Americans have been subjected to genocide

The disabled are lying bastards

The disabled need help, empathy, and compassion

Education is overrated

Education should be valued, admired, and sought after

Lying bigly to get what you want, no matter what, is great

Lying to get what you want, no matter what, is bad

Hate-filled racism is justified

Hate-filled racism is not justified

It’s all

Equal in the eyes of

America

Right?

It’s all as it should be

Right?

It’s all equal

Right?

Right?

RIGHT?!!!!

 

 

 

 

But I Deserved It

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He hit me

But I deserved it

He raped me

But I led him on

They threw me against a wall

But it was my fault

I cried

Though I shouldn’t have

I once begged for them to stop

But they didn’t

They didn’t because they said

I was bad

And

I

Believed them

He loves me

So I forgive him

When he hits me

I blame myself

I was

Taught that

And

Who

Are

You

To

Question

It?

The Basement

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A man, ten years ago, told

Me

My

Environment did not cause my insanity

My

Genes did

I followed him home one night, and I

Captured him

He’s now in my

Basement

Been there as

My prisoner for

Ten years now

To keep him from running,

I severed his Achilles tendons

To keep him from screaming,

I cut out his vocal cords

I own him

I own his environment

I am his world

I may let him free

One day, or, I may simply

Kill him

Regardless, his fate is totally up to

Me and my

Basement

I’m certain that the environment of my

Basement

Has caused him far more

Pain

Depression

Anxiety

And loss of

Sanity

Than any

Genetic

Abnormality

He was born with

Our

Environment

Has far more

Effect on

Us

Than does our

Genes

If

You Think

Differently,

My

Basement

Awaits

You

So that

You

Can prove

Me

Wrong

There Can Be No Now

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There can be no

Now

Unless I’m Certain of

Tomorrow

There can be no

Peace

Unless I’m certain

It is

Righteous

I can feel no

Joy

In simply

Being.

Being

Is not, nor can it ever be,

Enough

It is that which comes

After

That matters

Most

The visible is but a phantom, a

Dream

It is the

Invisible

That matters

Most

Because it is the

Invisible

Of which

I

Am most

Afraid

There can be no

Now

Unless I’m certain of

Tomorrow

Therefor,

I

Am

Certain

I

Am

Right

About

Tomorrow

And

I

Am

Certain

That those who

Disagree with

Me

Are

Wrong

This is the

Only way

I

Can live

In the

Now

In

Peace

The Pilot

airplane-wing

I am a man of

Faith

A man of

God

My head is held

High

When I walk

When I speak

And when I pray

God

Is with me

Always

I feel

His

Love

All around me

I see

His

Wondrous works

I hear

His

Lovely

Voice

He

Tells me of my

Special place in

His

Plan

I need know

Nothing else but

God

And what

He

Wants of me

Faith

Has set me

Free

Faith

Has lifted me

Here

Into the sky

Into this

Vessel

So that I can carry out

His

Plan

His

Desire

His

Will

His

Love

And my

Faith

In

Him

Have

Freed

Me from this

 Earth

And

Made

Righteous

My actions as a

Pilot

The Nebulous

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Fear

The Nebulous

I

I

I

Fear

It

I

Need to

Know

I

I

Need to

Be

Sure

 

You?

You are

Inside

My

Head

You?

You are

Unwise

You are

Unsure

I

I

I

Need

Certainty

You?

You are

Not

Me

You

Hate

Me

You?

You are

Lost

I

Am

Not

You are

Wrong

I

Am

Not

You?

You are

Damned

Cursed

Dead

I

I

I

Am

Alive

All

I

Am

Loved

I

Am

Right

You are

Wrong

I

Live

But

Not

If

You

Live

So

I

Hate

I

Kill

And

Only

I

Am

Loved

 

See?

I

Win

I

Always,

Always

Win

 

Firebelly: A Children’s Tale

A while back, when I was still a young kid, Firebelly and I had an adventure that I’m pretty much bettin’ you all would like to hear about. What’s that? Who’s Firebelly? You mean to tell me you folks in this part o’ town ain’t ever heard of Firebelly? Well, then, let me tell ya all ’bout ’em.

The first time I met Firebelly I was only ten years old and living with my grandpa in a town very far away from here. An old, evil wizard by the name of Mon-day had just cast a spell on the town which turned every day of the week into a Monday.

The Evil Wizard, Monday

The Evil Wizard, Mon-day

When my grandpa realized what had happened, he took my hand and told me to repeat, very clearly, every word he was about to tell me. He recited a poem that he said would call forth a hero who would defeat the wizard and return our weeks to normal ones once I repeated it. The hero only would come if a child called him, my grandpa said, so I repeated the poem which went like this:

By the frosty beard of the Jolly St. Nick,

Whose time clock for Christmas has not missed a tick,

I call on the power of that fat king of jelly

to bring us our hero: Firebelly!

And just as I said this the sky turned a golden-yellow and behind me I heard a loud CHIRP, CHIRP, CHIRP! like the sound of a huge frog singing. I turned very quickly to see what it was, and, much to my surprise, I found a three-foot, light green-skinned, blue-eyed frog with a bright red, fat belly sitting there smiling at me. “Howdy do, do, do, young chap,” he said to me as he chewed on a piece of what appeared to be bubble gum. “What kin I do ya fer?”

Statue Of Firebelly Made By My Grandpa

Statue Of Firebelly Made By My Grandpa

“Well,” I said to him, “my grandpa here said you were a hero and could defeat the wizard, Mon-day for us. He’s turned every one of our days into a Monday.”

“Yikes,” Firebelly said, as his belly turned even redder than before, “that’s not a very good SITS-A-Q-A-SHUN to be in a’tall. I’ve had dealings with the wizard, Mon-day be-fer. I do thinks I kin remedy this here PREEE-DIC-O-MENT fer ya, though, but I need fer you an’ yer grandpa ta do EGG-ZAK-OO-LLYY what I tellz ya ta do. OK?”

“OK, Mr. Firebelly,” I said to him, “we’ll do what ever you say.”

“Ya don’ts gotta call me Mr,” he said, “just Firebelly will do. Now, here’s what I need ya ta do. I need both you and yer grandpa here to put yer right hands on my belly, don’t worry, it’s normal for it feel hot like that, and rub it in a circular motion. HEE! HEE! That kinda tickles! But it’s suppose to, so don’t worry none. Now, I need fer both of you to repeat this saying:

Today it is dark

Today it is cold

All due to a wizard

Or so we’ve been told

But now he must go

In a very quick way

Cause we simply can’t take

Another Mon-day

My grandpa and I did as we were instructed, and just as we finished reciting the saying, a black cloud of smoke appeared with the wizard, Mon-day inside it. He looked very sad and not scary at all. “Who is it who breaks my spell, calls me here, and returns the days of the week in this town to normal?” he said.

“Why it is I, yer frog friend from the sky,” Firebelly said to him. “Why don’t we go somewhere else and have us a few flies and a chat or two and let these here folks go back ta their reg’lar lives? Eh, Mon-day. Wadda ya say, ‘ole friend?”

“Well, since ya put things so nice and all, OK. I’ll go have a few flies and a few chats with you,” the Wizard said. “But I gotta tell ya, being named Mon-day, well, it just ain’t such an easy thing ta live with, ya know?”

“And I suppose bein’ a three-foot frog with a bright red, fat belly IS, eh?,” I heard Firebelly say as he put his short arm around him and led him into a warm, golden-yellow splash of light which, like them, soon vanished into thin air.

Well, anyway, that’s the story of the first time I met Firebelly. It wasn’t the last time, however, that I saw him. My grandpa told me whenever I or any other kid needed him, all we had to do was repeat this poem:

By the frosty beard of the Jolly St. Nick,

Whose time clock for Christmas has not missed a tick,

I call on the power of that fat king of jelly

to bring us our hero: Firebelly!

And he’d be there, lickity split, to help us out of any jam we were in. And he did help me, and many other kids, out of many jams over the years. But those, my friends, are stories for another day.

The End