Red Skelton Christmas Wish – 1955

 

Ladies and Gentlemen,

For the past twelve weeks you’ve been allowing me to come into your living room, and this time I brought you into my living room. 

I hope that you like this type of show because I personally believe that as long as we have the tree of the Christ child in our living rooms or a wreath on the door and as long as men can kneel down and pray to God, there will be less men down on their knees shooting guns in foxholes. 

Remember, Christmas is the birthday of the Christ child and not a holiday for the greedy. 

And with this in mind, may I say Merry Christmas to you all and God bless you.”

~ Red Skelton – 1955 ~

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Thanksgiving

 

Thursday, November 23, 2017 is the day we here in the USA celebrate Thanksgiving.

It’s a day for us to reflect on all the wonderful things God has blessed us with.

To all who read my blog…

I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving.

Some advice for the readers out there…

  • I can easily refute an argument that is formed in the comments, however, I was taught years ago not to get into a pissing contest with a fool; therefore, I don’t believe in getting into debates in a comments section so don’t even attempt it.

 

  • If you attempt to poke that bear and continue to leave comments that are trying to foster a debate or create posts on your blog to try and lure me into your pathetic ignorance, I’ll delete your comments and block your sorry ass from commenting on my blog.  — My advice, don’t poke the bear.

 

  • Just because you have a degree in a certain field doesn’t mean you’re a genius in that field, nor does it mean that you have any wisdom what-so-ever in that field of study. 

Believe me, I know A LOT of people who have doctorates or master’s degrees in a specific field…they’ve spent years working in those fields…but they never learned anything.  It’s all huff and fluff with not a shred of substance . . .in layman’s terms: “surface knowledge”. . . and it’s quite pathetic when they attempt to declare their so-called “wisdom” because it turns out to be ignorance and nonsense.  So, please take my advice… just shut your pie hole and walk away.  Don’t talk.  Don’t type.  Just walk away.    

 

  • Don’t try to assume or presume that you know me or who I am as an individual.  Reading my blog might give you a .0000000001% of knowing anything about me, but it doesn’t mean you know me so take my advice and don’t presume or assume anything about me just because you read one of my posts. 

 

  • I find it pathetic when people fail to recognize that they aren’t as humble as they like to imagine themselves to be.  Truth is, if you think your opinion matters and you feel like you just have to tell someone how wrong they are, you’re not humble.  You’re arrogant.  My advice…keep your mouth shut and fingers off the keyboard.  It’s better not to say anything and appear to have humility than to create more problems with your pathetic words.   

 

  • If you don’t like my advice…I don’t care, it’s my blog…not yours…and it’s pathetic to think otherwise.  (also, if you think my blog is here for you to voice your opinions…you’re wrong.)  

 

  • Pathetic is as pathetic does and I enjoy writing about pathetic.  If you don’t like that subject or think it’s divisive, my advice is simple…don’t read my blog.

Thinking I might have to Rethink this whole Blog-o-pathetic idea

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For the past two years I’ve written about everything I find pathetic…some things were truly pathetic while others… not so much…but with that being said, I’ve noticed a major uptick in my blog traffic since posting about my Instant Pot pressure cooker with major views on my two posts about steaming crab legs.  I’m talking like 1400+ views in the past seven months on just the Snow Crab with Corn on the Cob post alone.  

I guess I’m not the only one who loves a good leg filled with delicious crab meat.  

So, I’m thinking that maybe I should change up my blog and write a bit more about my instant pot pressure cooker.  Maybe I should focus on the pathetic recipes I can create in that little pot of magical deliciousness.

hrrmmm….? ? ? 

What are your thoughts?  

Do you even care?

 

 

Interesting Article…

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I ran across this article written by Denise McAllister

Personally and let’s be clear…I am not voting for either of the two Presidential candidatesbut she brings up some very interesting points about Hillary Clintoon, Michelle O-bamama and actual sexual assault victims. 

It might be in your best interest to give it a read…

I’m A Sexual Assault Victim Who Still Supports Trump

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A Cute Doggy

 

A blogging friend over at 50statecanuck

well … I think she’s a friend, we don’t really converse anymore and she never seems to stop by my blog-o-pathetic, so I’m not sure if we’re still friends…maybe we’re more like acquaintances at this point. . .

. . . Anywhoo!  

She posted this picture on her blog of her little ball of fun, Abby:  

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if you’ll notice…she pointed out on her blog as well…the picture has fall colored leaves all over the trail, but the leaves on the trees are summertime green.  

Weird?

Proof that the world is being taken over by colored leaves?  

No matter the reason, it’s kind of a strange phenomena…don’t you think?  

Feel free to stop by her blog, if you feel up to it.

www.50statecanuck.com 

 

 

 

 

Failure

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Over twenty years ago I met a woman who took my breath away.  I still remember the day when I first saw her walking into a room filled with people.  It was as if all time stood still and no one else existed.  That image has been seared into my brain like a brand on a calf’s hind quarter, and sadly, so was every moment thereafter.    

For three years she dated other guys.  Guys who treated her like garbage, guys who argued with her, guys who acted like she was a piece of meat; and for the same three years I prayed specifically for her, and I waited.  

I waited for our relationship to be stronger . . . I waited for her to be finished with the other guys who treated her like crap . . . I waited for God to provide the perfect opportunity for both of us to be ready for the other.  It took all of those three years. 

After three years, She was no longer dating any of the other guys and we had built a pretty solid friendship that I thought was filled with trust and admiration for one another, so I took a chance and asked her out.  She said yes. 

Over the next few weeks we spent a lot of time together.  It was a lot more than usual for two close friends.  We talked a lot.  Sharing our hopes and dreams, pains and sorrows, likes and loves.  For all the time we spent together our friends could see there was something wonderful brewing between us, but what none of us could ever guess was that behind the scenes God was working on a different plan.  

A number of weeks into the relationship she dropped a bombshell on me…there was another guy that she had been talking with and she had made the decision that he was the one she wanted to spend her life with.  

I was devastated. 

She married him a year later.

I’ve tried to fill the void…tried to move on…tried dating other women…tried praying over it…tried “giving it up to God”…tried making excuses…tried rationalizing it, but what I didn’t know then or want to realize at the time was that very event was orchestrated to be the beginning of the end of my relationships with everyone…including God.  

Jump ahead twenty four years…

Woman after woman has lied to me about “loving me”.  They typically run away from me and into the arms of another man who has more to offer, leaving me with the grandest of all lies: “God has something great in store for you.”  

And over the years with every blow of every failed relationship my mind, soul and spirit has been beaten to the point of exhaustion.  I am, today, a very cynical, very bitter, very angry, very broken man.  

My heart is in pieces.  My soul is crushed.  My spirit is on life support.  I take every negative action personally, as if it’s an attack on my very soul.  I have no desire to be around people, no desire to achieve, no desire to move forward, no desire to care.  

I’ve become a robot who goes about their day waiting for their owner to shut them down.  It’s quite pathetic, but it’s the truth.  

I hate everyone and everything, including myself.  I blame God for everything and why shouldn’t I?  After all, isn’t he all-knowing, all-powerful, ever-present?  Doesn’t he desire to bless his children?  Does he want our faith in him to grow and be strengthened?  After 40 years of waiting…40 years of service…40 years of letting go…40 years of hoping…40 years of prayer…40 years of (fill in the blank)…shouldn’t he answer me?   

I know what I’m saying sounds like a selfish child.  I understand that God decides which prayers he will answer and when…no one can ever force God’s hand…but having to deal with so many failed relationships, and having to wait for such a long time for mister slow-poke to answer just one pathetic prayer; I’ve grown a bit callous and my heart has become very hard.  I still believe that God exists, but I struggle to believe that he wants or desires to bless his children.  

I’m not sure the God I was raised to trust in and have faith in really desires to reward those who seek him.  maybe some day that will change, but the older I get, and the more I see failed answers to prayer, the more I’m prone to believe that God’s not capable.  

Truth is, it’s all pathetic and there’s nothing new under the sun.  We’re here to work.  To slave our lives away until we get so old that we can’t work anymore and then we die.  If a relationship comes where we can love and be loved too, that’s a blessing…if they don’t…I guess that’s a blessing too.  

…. . . . . . .  sigh . . . . . . . . ….

~ Pathetic.  

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