There Is Every Possibility That This Might Be A Good Day

It looks like a bit of snow is nearing. According to the weather, it will rain soon. I can tell you this; that even if there is only rain…it will be very cold here. So cold you will beg for a blanket.

Jim Morrison once said that there is danger on the edge of town. He did this very early in his career, and Elektra tried to give his work the high hard one just as they would do with the MC5 a little later on. Don’t get me wrong, for a big-ass production like Elektra, they have been good more than they have been bad. But Morrison said there is not danger in the town; when the blue bus arrived in town, he proclaimed that there were some weird scenes inside the gold mine.

Well, today, the country is supposed to be celebrating the death of one of its bona fide arbiters of peace, a man who said not to ride the god-damned bus.  I very much doubt that anyone will remember this; even though you will not be at work…or even if you are…you will not say a prayer for peace. I am an atheist: I do not pray, I wish. I pray with the religious, but that is because I know it is the right thing to do.

My hope for you is that your day is filled with calamity. This is not an unreasonable request. Most people I love really dig calamity. I wish for your calamity because you have killed your peace leaders, and pretend to mourn when the anniversary of your murder comes by. If you accede to the calamity of this “holiday”(and if I am not mistaken, normally holidays are reserved for people who are happy), then I am happy that you are sad. I am. I am sad that I belong to this generation, this post-boomer fuckup of volcanic proportions  called “Generation X” which I am only partially affiliated with.  I wish you all could be struck blind momentarily, or at least understand what it means to have ears by having your ears pop as you go to a high altitude. After that, I wish for you to regain your senses. Yup. Pain is simply temporary, and who am I to tell pain where to go? No one at all. I am not worthy to understand what pain means. I have never given birth, that is how I know this.

But one thing I do understand is a pain in the ass. I have children. I have two pains in the ass. My wife has three. I am a God-Damned Idiot who adds one more to her list of pains in her ass. Therefore, by the simple rules of logic, I am a pain in the ass.

I hope I have been a fucking pain in your ass today, and if you haven’t dealt with me yet, I hate to say this, but you will before the night ends. I will fuck your shit up beyond belief if you fucking DARE to come here like a moron and enter a “not-guilty” plea for killing a doctor of divinity, a man who had some complaints about the system much like the man he was named for when he had the balls to fuck up a church door with 95 of them. I am only talking about a man who died when he said no more to injustice. I don’t even have to name him; he is on your calendar today. So kids, don’t twitter irresponsibly, because I might use Facebook so they can hear you twitter. I know some of your names.

It is NOT my job for you to notice. It is my job to remind you to take notice. NOW. As my children know, if there are too many “ands, ifs or buts” I am going to plead with them not to say them, and maybe raise my voice so they know I am serious and that Dad is talking.

I ain’t your dad. I am your conscience. When you forget that you have one, it produces tears.

Goodnight, Dr. King. I am sorry I didn’t do enough.

About The Head Seminarian

I went to war, I went to father, I came, I saw, and it is a mess. I wouldn't have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I might be writing a blog. Yes, that's all I am doing, now that I think about it. Even I forget sometimes, so we're cool.

Posted on January 17, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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