Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A Farewell to Teeth - 3

The pain - that was the thing . . .

The pain wasn’t bad the last time - that time Samra had “infiltrated.” It was gentle, slow, and the gums had been properly numbed prior. It wasn’t gas - but it wasn’t bad. He’d had worse - the root canal injections stabbing deep into deep root-nerves - almost metallic. “Infiltration” was a gentle breeze.

But the teeth were going, the gums receding like the snow in spring.

And the leopard was waiting - an elegant pattern of black on gold. Or white, to go with the snow. And the teeth.

Was there gold in that tooth? The back one. He wondered.. Would they allow him his own teeth?

For the salvage and recycling value?

He drank the good wine and thought again about the Jordan Almond. And that first root canal.

And the pain.

It would pass.

In the snow.

Monday, October 24, 2011

A Farewell to Teeth - 2

The teeth had risen white once like Kilimanjaro. But they were past their time. They would pass, as a leopard does. On the white slopes. They would one by one go. Quickly.

And he would feel no pain. A dead leopard in snow. Under ether? He did not know.

He would eat M&Ms and the teeth would still gleam, white and dying.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Damned Philosophy - I

Sartre was wall-eyed: being only seemed to precede essence; his vision was skewed.
Bausch and Lomb would've set him straight.

Nietzsche was, let's face it, a syphilitic raver toward the end, and not an essentially cheery person at best.
Today, he'd be tranked into submission with Zoloft.

A Farewell to Teeth

“A Farewell to Teeth”

      They had been good, the teeth. They had, in their day, cracked the hulls of growing things. The black walnuts on the base cracked only in the hand, he found. Teeth would not do. He’d cracked the first tooth on one of those.
     The Jordan almond, though - that had been the one.

     At a late night showing of “From Dusk Till Dawn,” he’d had Jordan Almonds. Not the soft thing he’d expected. Not the light candy shell of M&Ms. Not the soft chocolate and/or peanuts.

     No. The tooth had cracked, the sugar coating baked hard. The pain instant. Something hot shot up into his eye. It passed. All things would pass.

     Like his teeth.


Monday, March 21, 2011

To understand something of the popularity of people like John Hagee, you have to understand how to work a big audience for big money.

He preaches the Word, and people love him, support him and his family, and give generously.  He has a national following, and a mega-church replete with broadcast company tie-ins and promotional merchandise.
Rather a lot on his plate.

Such are the preachers of Mammon, even unto their real estate holdings and missions.

And they shall spread their gospel of prosperity and profit throughout the world, with the generous love donations and goodwill offering of those he's enlightened.

Because there is much to fear - and his preaching shall set them free.
If it doesn't kill some of them first.

Hagee cites "the Bible says" and his own views to exploit fear and condemnation of "the homosexuals."  Queers aren't his cup of tea: to him, we're an abomination - and have abominably CHOSEN our sexual partners from sheer Satanic carnality.

The word "love" never enters the equation.  Except with "love the sinner, hate the sin."

He doesn't GET the queer notion that "hating the sin" makes the sinner feeling "loved" almost impossible.  Nor does he care that queer youth bullied by their Christian peers have killed themselves; unless to regret that they've gone to Hell for suicide when they could have been saved to the glory of God by making another choice of lifestyle and turning themselves over to Jesus.
Well, they killed themselves, and they're with Jesus now.