The steady rhythm of indifferent machines
in the lazarettos
is the music
punctuating the bureaucratic silence of death.
In the lazarettos
the heartbeats of hostages are
punctuating the bureaucratic silence of death,
breaking time into teardrops.
The heartbeats of hostages are
the fury of grief,
breaking time into teardrops
staining the reality of now.
The fury of grief
is the music
staining the reality of now:
the steady rhythm of indifferent machines.
II.
In the lazarettos
the steady rhythm of indifferent machines
is the music
punctuating the bureaucratic silence of death.
The steady rhythm of indifferent machines
and the heartbeats of hostages are
punctuating the bureaucratic silence of death.
Breaking time into teardrops.
And the heartbeats of hostages are
the fury of grief
breaking time into teardrops.
staining the reality of now.
There is an old saying, “a man is known by the company he keeps”.
With that in mind, let’s look at Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh.
His recent attendance at a private holiday party saw him alongside deplorables like Stephen Miller, Matt Gaetz, and Sebastian Gorka. The right-wing organization Miller runs currently has cases before the Supreme Court,
Gaetz is currently under investigation for sex trafficking3 and Gorka is a member of a literal neo-Nazi organization.
In a 3rd grade class the teacher began her vocabulary lesson with the word contagious. The teacher asked, “Can anyone use the word contagious in a sentence?”
A little girl in the front raised her hand. “The flu is very contagious.”
“Very good, Melissa. Can anyone else give us another sentence?” the teacher asked.
A little boy in the front said,
It’s good to cover your mouth when you sneeze because germs are contagious.”
“Very good, Brad,” said the teacher.
She then looked at the newest student in the class, a shy little boy from Ireland. “Finn, can you think of one?”
He thought for a moment and said, “Well, my father used to always laugh at the old neighbor because she would always try to paint the fence with a toothbrush.”
This was posted as the best joke ever told by a priest:
On the day of the Crucifixion, Jesus was on the Cross, surrounded by a ring of legionaires, while his follows stood just outside the range of their spears.
Among them was Simon Peter, the Rock of the Church. Faintly on the wind, Simon Peter heard his Master's voice. "Peter, Peter..." Heedless of the danger, he rushed forward, shouting, "I'm coming, my Lord!"
But alas, he was grabbed by the soldiers, had an eye blackened and was thrown back to the crowd. Not a minute passed, but Peter once again heard his name called. “Peter, Peter...!" And once again, in a desperate attempt to get to his savior, Simon Peter ran forward
An old priest lay dying in the hospital. For years he had faithfully served the people of the nation’s capital. He motioned for his nurse to come near.
“Yes, Father?” said the nurse.
“I would really like to see Donald Trump and Duncan Hunter before I die,” whispered the priest.
I’ll see what I can do, Father,” replied the nurse.
The nurse sent the request to them and waited for a response. Soon the word arrived. Don and Duncan would be delighted to visit the priest. As they went to the hospital, Hunter commented to Trump,
“I don’t know why the old priest wants to see us, but it will certainly help our images.” Trump couldn’t help but agree.
When they arrived at the priest’s room, the priest took Don’s hand in his right hand and Duncan’s in his left.
One afternoon a little boy was playing outdoors. He used his mother's broom as a horse and had a wonderful time until it was getting dark.
He left the broom on the back porch. His mother was cleaning up the kitchen when she realized that her broom was missing. She asked the little boy about the broom and he told her where it was.
She then asked him to please go get it. The little boy informed his mom that he was afraid of the dark and didn't want to go out to get the broom.
His mother smiled and said,
'The Lord is out there, don't be afraid.’