I like my Humble Pie with a glass of Milk

Today was Sunday so there was of course football. 

The Lord's Day.  Glory be to you.  And also with you.  We gather here today at this blogspot looking for something with which to occupy our time, and make the world a more AWESOME place.

And so we are here, and ask ourselves, was the day a good one?  It is always a good idea to try to reflect every now and then, so as to keep things in better perspective down the road.  If you don't have anything to reflect on, then try to find something.  Memories are usually good to reflect on.  Positivity is another good thing to reflect on.

One reflection I spent time with today was one of my childhood.  I was about 8, and I was still autistic.  I didn't have a care in the world, and I was in Sunday school.  A couple of boys were beating up on the class pansy, Franklin.  I went over to the boys and asked them if they would like to stop picking on my friend, Franklin, who could barely stay inside the lines when it was time to color.  I understand that that last sentence is grammatically very poor.  I just choose to leave it that way because it helps me to feel like I am relating to the average shmuck.

Anyhow, the boys continued to pummel Franklin.  Then they pounded on me.  Then they went to the teacher and told the teacher that Franklin and I had been beating each other senselessly for no reason whatsoever.  I tried to explain to the teacher that I was only trying to help Franklin, but the boys, who where not autistic like me, stuck to their story, and in the end, I ended up getting a beating from my pappy at home for tarnishing the family's good name. 

It was then that I knew that the world had no JUSTICE.  Nothing. Is. Sacred.

The world is harsh and it will not give you your dreams.  It is that simple.  It is your job to fight for your dreams.  And the world will actually try to fight you back for fighting for your dreams.  Eventually, you will get very depressed once you have figured out that this is a cruel sumbitch sadistic son of a gon world, and that God, whoever He is, wherever He is, is actually very, very, crazy.  And possibly indifferent.

But it is then that you find out who you are.  In your moment of struggle.  In your anguish and failure, you find yourself a man.  And that man, no matter how pathetic he may be (not that you are pathetic, the jury is still out) knows that in that space and time he is something of a Golden God.

He is life everlasting.  You.  Look at yourself.  You are something else, do you know that?  You are a reflection of every  other aspect of the cosmos.  You are a twinkling triangle that is swimming in a sea of cheese. 

Judge not lest ye be judged.  I take exception with this.  And if Jesus were here today, I would tell Him that I respectfully disagree with his opinion on said matters.  This in no way negates or has any otherwise negative effect on His ineffibility.  It is a minor clause.

Because guess what, we have nothing but our judgements sometimes.  We have our perceptions.  We have to hold ourselves accountable.  So we judge all the time. 

Some people have judged that I am a maniacal wannabe prophet.  This is your opinion and I encourage you to continue to make opinions, but I will say that your opinion pretty much means nothing to me.

In otherwords, speak to the Judge. <== (use your imagination right here.)

Tomorrow FelsonMitchell2012 will be moving in a different direction.  We will be exploring different avenues.  I encourage you to make the right decision and stop on in and see me, now ya' hear?!