A lot of things are true for some people. But only SOME things are true for everyone. And that’s where people will get offended easily. Because what’s true for everyone isn’t always what everyone wants to be true. Like where you go after you die, for example. That’s a mighty touchy subject, wouldn’t you say? But let’s see if there’s any truth to saying … Read the rest…
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I read a post, from a friend in social media (thanks Allen) about famous last words from some famous atheists. And the despair in their words struck me in such a way I wanted to share some of them with you. It’s chilling. But first…why do I say famous last words of foolish jaybirds? Well, back in medieval days, when I was growing up, … Read the rest…
I’ve heard this from more than one person in literally every place I’ve ever lived. Regardless of whether it was in the South, Southeast, Midwest, Southwest, or West. And I’ve heard it from more than one person in literally every place I’ve ever visited. “If you don’t like the weather, wait a little while, and it’ll change.” Or something to that effect. Like the … Read the rest…
Several years ago I shared some information on suicides. And, sadly, the news about suicides isn’t any better now. Especially with this destructive, viral world we find ourselves in now. Young people, especially, have become mentally, socially, and psychologically tortured souls. And tortured souls can last forever. They don’t have to be tortured forever. But far too many, if not most, will. And that’s … Read the rest…
It was one of those weird things. And don’t ask what led me to such odd search engine results. But dream dust is apparently an issue for some people. And when I say “issue,” I mean it’s not good. People apparently dream of dust. And apparently those dreams reveal dark (and dare I say “sinister”) thoughts. Who’d’ve thunk a search for dream dust would … Read the rest…
Several years I wrote a post about the lazy days of summer in eastern Kansas. Not because I thought Kansas was different from the rest of the country. But because that’s where I spent the summers of my formative school years. And now I don’t see those lazy days of summer anywhere. They’re long gone. Because, these days, most kids aren’t interested in sitting … Read the rest…
“I’m a man of means, by no means…King of the Road.” Roger Miller recorded that song back in 1964. And I remember hearing it on the radio in my Dad’s car. To this day I can probably sing along with all the lyrics. If you’ve never listened to it, you’ve missed out. But Mr. Miller’s king of the road was a hobo. Yeah, that’s … Read the rest…