Joel Osteen is just one of many pastoral and evangelical con artists operating in the Christian religion. The saddest thing is that many people who have seen this meme of humor and truth [which I did not design but found on the internet] don’t mind at all the workings – or the wealth – of men and women like Osteen. If I had Osteen’s charisma and good looks (because I already have sufficient Bible knowledge, the public speaking talent and the ability to bullshit a mutherfucker on a dime), I too could get filthy rich by conning a bunch of people about the existence of mythological characters, places and the supposed happening of events noted in a man-written, multi-edited best-seller book called “The Holy Bible”. My mom used to always say (and she halfway expected) that I should be a preacher. (Sorry, Mom; having two in the family is enough!)
Regarding men and women like Joel Osteen, here’s some “old school” Philly street boy advice from yours truly: “Blame the person who got played, not the player. He (or she) is simply skilled at what they do. That’s it. It’s not the player’s fault if you got or are getting played, especially when someone wise tries to warn and school you about the player and his/her game way beforehand.”
Today, as in years past, Facebook will be ridiculously inundated with hundreds of postings about Mother’s Day. *sigh* Many people have already or will be changing their profile or cover banner photo to one of their mother or to one featuring themselves photographed with their mother. Fine. While that act is a nice indicator of honor and remembrance of their living or deceased mother, I’ve always found that sort of thing a bit pointless to do on social media, if not just plain superficial. Then again, Facebook is full of superficial people who do superficial things. As such, I suppose the Facebook profile and cover photo changes on Mother’s Day (and on Father’s Day, too) is par for the course. Again, this is, and has always been my feeling on the matter. Anyone taking offense or strong opposition to it won’t change my mind. In fact, I think those persons would do well to simply accept the fact that everyone will not agree with what they or other people do on social media. ANYWAY…
One thing which I will never understand is why some men post [on social media] Mother’s Day greetings to each other. Really, fellas? I find that sort of thing absolutely silly, completely unmanly, ignorant, stupid and certainly disrespectful to those women who are or who serve as mothers. I feel the same about those women who post or verbally pass Father’s Day greetings to members of their kind. In recent years, I’ve seen members of my ethnic group do such dumbass shit on Facebook. Where the fuck is the confusion on which parent’s day should be observed or celebrated with honor in the months of May and June? I don’t get it nor do I want to “get it”.
THAT MOMENT WHEN…
… the head and/or the shaft of your dick is sore as fuck several hours later – and the next day, too – after having rubbed it vigorously (while watching porn, of course) because you didn’t bother to apply spit or some kind of slick lube to it first. UGH! (NOTE: Precum doesn’t always do the job of lubrication, fellas.)
Now, each of you who had worked so damn hard to fake being nice and sweet and “filled with Christmas joy and cheer” can begin reverting to your regular, better-known and much-easier-to-recognize (and appreciate) asshole-ish selves.
And please, try to do it before the year is out. Seriously.
Today, Sunday, December 25, 2016 is the first Sunday I didn’t have to work this year… and in a number of years. That’s only because Xmas – a holiday I normally get off anyway, fell on a Sunday.