MONEY AND LIFE'S PURSUITS.

There are far too many individuals who have been brainwashed into thinking that life is all about making money.
They forge their existense to acquire cash and things like houses, cars, jewelry, tangible goods; they develop a love of wealth.

However posessions are of little comfort if you have no one to share them with. No one to laugh with, or hug close to you. Very sad, because the ones whose lives are bereft of loving relationships, often fail to realize that until it is far too late. They can never get back all the time they have wasted.

"The one with the most toys wins" is funny but not really accurate.

I have a wealth of LOVE, an idea, an emotion.

Love rules; it uplifts and empowers. It elevates someone from being a pauper to a King.

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No I don't really talk like the above. I grew up in Jersey City NJ among an urban black population. I was the minority with my olive Italian skin. But we got along, I had a sense of humor. The blacks and I joked together. They accepted me as
one of their own. Even including me in their voodoo rituals.
I offer this as an explanation for my penchant for listening to rap; and for my occasional lapse into hardcore gangsta ebonic street talk.
Recently I offended a chap who came to see my show. The theme that night was "WE BE CRUNKIN'" He proudly held up his can of Crunk Juice. I launched into my usual welcoming patter but with a black accent. The fellow became
offended; he felt I was ridiculing him. He was new to my show. However he didn't know me. He didn't know that I was just playin'. He mistook me for a racist.

I am no racist by any means. We are all just folks. Everyone is a human. You earn or lose my repsect by your deeds. I expect the same is true of me and my impact on you. So lighten up and learn to laugh at yo'self. Life is fleeting. Laughter
makes it bearable.

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GOD EXPLAINED

The question has been asked: “Where was God while the Virginia Tech Massacre was taking place?” And the question can be asked any time some innocent person’s life is snuffed out senselessly. Where is God when:
A fanatic straps on an explosive device then walks into a crowded market place and detonates it?
A country’s highest leader decrees war on another country and sends young men and women there to die for a made-up purpose?
A parent abuses his/her own child to death?
A woman aborts an “inconvenient” birth?
A child starves to death?
A drunk driver plows into other people on the road, killing them?
And on and on ad infinitum.

The answer depends on how one envisions God:
A deity that sits on his chair like some cosmic lifeguard expected to blow the whistle and warn us humans when we’re in water that is over our heads.
A protective parent
An omniscient omnipotent being and creator of the universe that doesn’t do anything but watch.
A lunatic who gets his jollies off watching random tragedies.

My final definition would make sense in the Catholic-Christian world. After all, what FATHER would knowingly send his son (Jesus Christ) among a people who would persecute that son, have him arrested, tortured and crucified? Gee thanks, dad. Good looking out there, pops.

Now there are those of you who shall shake your head condescendingly and proclaim that I “just don’t get it”. But I turn that around and say,
“No. It is YOU who just doesn’t get it.”

If there ever was one individual creator, he has not stuck around to observe the works of his billion plus humans here on planet earth. Or if he has, he’s not interfering with anything that anyone does. And those Footprints in the sand sentiment posters be damned. It just aint happening that way.
For grown, supposedly intelligent adults to think otherwise is simply ridiculous. I sneer at you all with utter contempt.
Here’s how it goes: You are born. You do all kinds of shit. Then you die. Your consciousness is then shuttled off to oblivion. The same nonexistence you had before you were born.