Mickey Z
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Sunday, May 28, 2006
Virtual Confession Booth™
How amazing! No one is sinful who reads Mickey’s notes. Tian na! My sin is, and has been since I was a child, asking “Why?” Otherwise, it was begging off of work, taking medical leave, in order to come to terms with a move to fire my ass. I beat them out--and boy were they pissed! Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me a security bond. . .
jimsecorPosted by James Secor on from China 05/28 at 06:32 AMHello James from China (as opposed to James, the Cat Lady of Hell’s Kitchen or James a.k.a. JOS a.k.a. Big Country a.k.a. Commando). You’re early...and it’s a Sunday. You see, one sin of the many Expendables here is that they sometimes stay away on weekends...especially holiday weekends. I know, I know...you’re gonna ask me “why?”
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 05/28 at 06:36 AMHi Jim and Mickey...thinking about sins…
HADITHA
The tradition lives on
From the Halls of Montezuma
To the Bridge at No Gun Ri
We fight the corporations’ battles
In the air on land and sea.
From the shores of Guantanamo Bay
To the secret torture cell
We’ll transform each quiet village
Into an everlasting Hell.
We are the Planetary Death Squad
With bombs and guns for hire
We have sworn our allegiance
To this Fascist Empire.
rmj
(Dedicated to the memory of Gen. Smedley Butler, USMC. At the time of his death, Gen. Butler was the most decorated Marine in the USMC. Gen. Butler is the author of the anti-war classic, War is a Racket.)Posted by RMJ on from Churchill 4 Prez Hdqts 05/28 at 08:24 AMOkay, well I’ll probably burst into flames at the beach and on the way to it under this sun today…
“already”
Posted by James on from Hell's Kitchen 05/28 at 08:57 AMHi all...RMJ, my favorite Marine was Bob Keeshan...aka Captain Kangaroo.
Hello China James, I haven’t been here much lately so I don’t know if you’re just a new face to me, but glad to see you.
Anyone seen Jeremy lately, speaking of China? And Scottish Michael from Korea? If the International Expendable Nation’s gonna unite and write, I’d love to see all the comrades-in-armchairs join in...and by the bye, are we planning to do anything? As in, anything organized?
Posted by Mudge on from Austin 05/28 at 09:04 AMCatLady, pray to Mother Sun that you don’t immolate yourself under Her Rays.
Frigga protect you,
MudgePosted by Mudge on from Austin 05/28 at 09:06 AMGood morning Mickey, James in China, James in the Kitchen & RMJ,
Another sin of some (!) Expendables is staying away during the week, but nevermind.
This little teeny problem was tucked away among the confessional choices:
“Excessive consumerism”.I know it’s not story telling Saturday, but once upon a time....
Everyone (the baptised) was entering the confessional after a wedding rehearsal upon direction from the priest that any member of the wedding party who would wish to take communion on the morrow must first confess today.
In they went, one at a time. Judging by my childhood memories of church, they seemed to be taking an inordinately long time in the confessional, particularly since this was no pang of conciense driving them, but rather a condition of participation in a ceremony.
Then the teenaged brother of the bride emerges looking teary-eyed, and a few other men emerge rolling their eyes, raised eyebrows...generally peculiar expressions in the circumstances. Turns out that Father was convinced that each of these men must surely have the sin of masturbation to confess, any any married men must also surely have to confess adultery. He actually pressed, insisted and tried to cajole these particular confessions out of most of them.
The bride’s brother, being a little younger and perhaps less confident, was driven to tears after finally confessing masturbation, he was pressed to say how often and to confirm that it was the thought of women, not men, to which he pleasured himself.Yeah - that’s a holy man for you, vicarious sexual gratification via the confessional.
What a creep.
Posted by Amelopsis on from Canada 05/28 at 09:15 AMHello Mudge - simultyping were we.
Posted by Amelopsis on from Canada 05/28 at 09:16 AMHi Empress! How goes the fray? Or Freya, if we listen to CatLady? Ah, ain’t sanctimony grand? Make little boys cry and you’re saving their souls.
From the PostSecret website, just for RMJ:
Posted by Mudge on from Austin 05/28 at 09:27 AMMudge, the day to day keeps going, albeit at a pace that I’m not altogether appreciative of. My general complaints are more of the sucky-whiner type in nature, not of the genuinely life altering trouble sort; just means I get a little more mouthy than might be wise at work - better that than submission of my will or a false admission of ignorance, I say.
How are you? The knee, the job(s), etc.
Same for everyone...hope JOS’ job is turning out to be as pleasant as hoped, and CatLady - are you settled yet?
Uh-oh...methinks that the little birdies outside the window have not been informed of the various sins! They are publicly fornicating, and singing about it!
Posted by Amelopsis on from Canada 05/28 at 09:44 AMLittle boy? I think there’s only a decade between us, but okay, thanks! Remember, Freya did ride a chariot pulled by several gray… cats.
Off I go-- on not enough sleep, of course.
Posted by James on from Hell's Kitchen 05/28 at 09:50 AMHi all, I´m in just avoided mild sunstroke. What´s talk of this writing lark about?
Posted by owen on from barcelona 05/28 at 10:09 AMI’ve been biding time hoping the sun will immolate my neighbour that we might quietly be able to enjoy the outdoors available to us. I think she might self-immolate if we all pray to Freya together...VanImpe doesn’t abide that sort of idolatry and he’s a nice man. (!not me - the neighbour!)
Posted by Amelopsis on from Canada 05/28 at 10:29 AMEmpress #10: Oh, the knee’s okay, but the elbow is fractured from my under-Cadillac adventure last month. It’s the thing giving me fits now. Job? Well, I got my life threatened over parmesan cheese on Friday. Drunk people are dangerous.
CatLady #11: I was talking about Empress Amelopsis’s story, dear, not you...though being called a little boy at 35 is either sweet or nasty, and I have no desire to be nasty to you. Today.
Owen #12: That’s under discussion, the lark is. What should/could/would we do during International Expendable Nation Writing Month?
Posted by Mudge on from Austin 05/28 at 10:56 AMWow...seems like almost everybody is here today. I have been outside frolicking among the blossoms. I planted a lot of pretty ones and feel a little guilty. Planting flowers while there are hungry people in the world might be a sin?
Mudge, I didn’t know he was a Marine. I think he lived up here in Vermont. And yes, a lot of them are coming home with PTSD, but I sometimes wonder about how much PTSD is hurled on the civilians every time a bomb drops.Amelopsis, no, never a submission of your will. That would be a sin.
Owen and James is the weather as nice where you are as it is here? It would be a sin to stay inside today so I going back to the blossoms for now.
Posted by RMJ on from Churchill 4 Prez Hdqts 05/28 at 01:25 PMLousy weather continues here. Whatever.
So a 93 year old man walks into St. John’s Cathedral and goes straight to the confessional. “Father,” he says, “I’m a 93 year old man. I’ve had a beautiful life. I love my wife. I love my children, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren. I’ve worked hard and enjoyed my job. Well, yesterday was my 93rd birthday, so I went out and picked up a coupla 18 year old floozies, brought ‘em to a hotel, and fucked the shit outta them all night long.”
And the priest, taken aback, says “And you want to be absolved of your sins at this, the twilight of your years.”
Old man says “Sins? What sins?”
The priest says “What kind of Catholic are you?”
Old man says “I’m ain’t a Catholic, I’m Jewish.”
Priest: “So why are you telling me?”
Old man: “I’m tellin’ everybody!”
Posted by Keir on from The Hague 05/28 at 03:24 PMHello Expendables. Back from a day in the sun at Astoria Park with some friends. Empress, this is such a New York line: “I’ve been biding time hoping the sun will immolate my neighbour that we might quietly be able to enjoy the outdoors available to us.” I love it.
(P.S. Loved the joke, Keir.)
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 05/28 at 07:06 PMKeir, I particularly love the use of “floozies.” So 19th-century.
xoxo
MZ, a day in the sun was my day too...toured around with my dear, wonderful sister-woman Laura and her fabulous daughter Joyce. Had a gorgeous day for it!
xoxo
RMJ, this is an excellent point: “...I sometimes wonder about how much PTSD is hurled on the civilians every time a bomb drops.” Simply put, they don’t wonder about that. They quantify the amount of PTSD wished on the innocent, determine if the public can accept that amount, and then bombs away.
Posted by Mudge on from Austin 05/28 at 10:46 PM
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