Monday, December 26, 2022

Hader Isn't Haider

Don't let Kevin Hermening steer you away from Kevin Lopez, Ralph Gallow and Lester Hutchins tactics. Firefighter's Local 215 isn't 7th round NHL'er Mathieu Roy. 

I'm contemplating waiting until someone offers me 1.5 Trillion US $ to deploy another post, or at least more than the $45 billion US $ that McConnell& Biden promised to Zelensky. 

Need a 'row 10' eye exam  ?

F  D  P  L  T  C  E  O

When your enemy gets information that he actually is hurting you, he ( or she) has no reason to discontinue the hurtful behavior. When you enemy doesn't hear from you, he'd be wise to know a counter-attack is in progress. When a person's heart fails due to fear of facing reality, that person becomes as shallow and superficial as a piece of wet cardboard floating with whatever current doesn't resist his unrealistic expectations or question his intentional apathy toward situations he refuses to improve with genuine effort.

📞. "Huh? Listen Tomlin Dross,  let me check with Baby Bear, Hogan Hoople,  Snow White, Robin Lane, Virgil Hiltz, Red Ribbon soda lines, Pabst Blue Ribbon lines, Perfex strike lines , imperfection lines and my box of harmless chalk before I decide which lines should get crossed next at Dupont and Gordon or at Switch and the Detroit Lion Board "  🏊

I suppose I have to learn to be patient again. Until then, Marilyn Lepak of Oak Creek, Wisconsin = Brad Garrett of Jimmy John's' commercials, and I don't like either one of those human specimens in the theoretical equilibrium  scenario.    'Fort Wayne' might need some K.B. Willett Arena adjustments now, and I'll be as patient and thoughtful with the K.B.  Willett  Arena occupants as they mercifully have been with me during my extended period of grieving the loss of many who I have actually cared for.

🔏 Evgeni  Malkin 455,  Curtis Joseph 454;  Squad 71 isn't Squad 31.

There once was and still is a lady who had been extremely diseased, weak and distressed after the impact of a unexpected tragedies. Her recovery process moved ahead and backward like the tides and the waves that rise up during hurricanes. Very people loved her when the unexpected tragedy occurred, and even fewer loved her enough to be thankful she regained strength and her health improved. The lady made numerous attempts to communicate realistically with her son, now almost 40 years and, but he claims to be fearful that something might go wrong. Everyday he refuses to set his fears aside and reach out to his mother before she no longer is able to speak to him, to hug him, to share her sorrows and hear about his joys, something IS going wrong. Her son's heart is failing because of fear. 

Who put that fear into him? His god? His neighbors? His children? His mother-in-law? His online companions?  Assuredly , the fear is being put into him by people who hate his mother more than he loves his mother.  Such people surely do not know how to repair a breach in a family unit, they also would not be part of preparing a son for news that his mother is dead, and his fears kept him from being a good and decent son when the opportunity had been there many times, when his mother had requested his presence and communication from him by letter many times. Those people who hate his mother have taught him to hate his mother.  A virtuous woman would implore her husband to be kind to his mother and eventually his mother would have enough input of kindness to be kind  in return to the virtuous woman. Without input of kindness, output of kindness ceases.

The lady has not forced herself into her son's activities for years; he needed no restraining order to run his mother away from him. Each time she tried to get even a glimpse of him, he raised up himself as though his mother had no right to see him, hear from him or be invited to visit with him, even if his other households members had no interest in being gracious toward his mother, and his father had no interest in being kind to mother for several decades either.  No, the son who's heart had failed him for fear now is the only person that can make an approach shot back toward his mother, and to do so would take courage and trust in the underlying love his mother has had for him long before casual churched acquaintances cornered him into their ungodliness and anti-commandment patterns of behavior.

Meanwhile, other family members hearts have not failed because they did not let liars deter them from observing the amazing recovery the lady has had, though the cruelty of her son has caused the lady anguish. A normal mother should feel anguish when her son who is certainly able to punch her into a pulp if he wanted to, abandon's her desire to spend time with him. The lady's very old and rather weak parents are not afraid of to be part of the good progress their daughter has made.

 Her brothers who believe in 'God' are not afraid of their sister, though they certainly were aware of the tragic events and the cause of the years of severe disease attacking their sister. The lady's nieces, nephews and rational acquaintances are not afraid of the lady who has had to choose to depart from the people who had attacked her physically, financially and verbally so many times because those people who are not afraid have faced the reality of the lady time and time again.  No, it is only the lady's son and his producers of fear within him that have caused her son's heart to fail rather than to strengthen and repair.  The lady's parents had hoped their grandson would conquer fears enough to once again be kind, polite and decent to his mother, but in their aging wisdom do they suspect their grandson is too much like his worldly father for them to hope a miracle will occur between the daughter they love very much and their grandson who is loaded with fear and is failing to keep the commandments which are not grievous.

The lady is to a tramp; the lady does not beg for money to travel into foreign nations. The lady still cries from time to time, but those tears will not repair her son's failing heart if he refuses to see for himself how regular and sometimes brilliant is mother actually is.  

Dennis Nixon isn't Richard Nixon. Mr.  Ford and Mr.  Nixon have become Green Bay Packers now. 

 Eventually, there are no more chances to believe Psalm 34 or Psalm 72.  The lady doesn't have to live in a 'Rockwood Roo' and doesn't have to communicate with people who despise her or have hatred toward me without cause, even though occasionally she chooses to communicate with her enemies.  She watches Kirk Cousins carefully, wondering why a young child would admire Cousins and not desire to spend time with his grandmother? Kirk Cousins is not fearful, and maybe the the young child is looking for a role model that does not have tattoos or fear of the lady who is sorrowfully his grandmother.  It is impossible to be a joyful grandmother when your grandchildren are scurried away toward strangers continually.  Now, the lady has learned that her son is trusting Catholic church teachers  in the U.K. to teach his youngest daughter. Catholics have a doctrine the lady's son certainly has claimed not to believe in, yet  he is unwilling to trust his mother who trusts in the name of  יהוה  .  Is it possible those Catholic teachers will reveal to their students that a man who does not try to honor his mother and father is not a good man? With Catholics, not everything is possible. 

Post-mortem information does not offer opportunity to prevent the death that occurred, even if intentional malice was not included.

'Fe' is for iron, not for nothing.   This has been the true story of a lady who is not considered to be lovely by the majority of Michigan voters.

' Ridin' the tide.....  '   🐢    🎶   Surging ocean activity can be quite dangerous to those unprepared for unexpected changes.  A change of heart sometimes never occurs in a truthful lady when her courageous heart is not failing though she has occasional fears.

Now for a 'Lacy Van Pelt' closer:

Diagnosis: The lady  who is not a tramp relies upon blogging too much; improvements in outer darkness conditions not occurring as hoped.

Remedy: Shed inner light toward a friend and let outer darkness get darker.  When  an urge to blog reoccurs, write an actual letter on paper to a friend who you want to be thoughtful towards, send it my mail and hope the USPS does it's duty properly....or send it by UPS. Carrier pigeons are difficult to locate when an important message needs to be delivered.

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