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Success is the Best Revenge

And when they’re laying their traps, waiting for you to fall- look ’em dead in the eyes and smile. It will kill them- because they don’t know how to love.

Kiss my Ass


Dead Men’s Bones

Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness.

-Jesus

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Matthew 23:27/KJV

This is one of the reasons I love Jesus so much. He really knew/knows how to tell it like it is.
I have to deal with a lot of people in and out of my life that think they’re “righteous” because they hardly miss a church service.

But I like what Keith Green (singer) said: “Going to church makes you a Christian about as much as going to McDonald’s makes you a hamburger.” I love that man.

Sometimes people become so blinded by what is actually necessary– their attendance sheet becomes their primary focal point and everything else becomes blurry- like a bad lens, and then their self-righteous scorn, hate, and condemning judgment of others follows.

I’m all for blurry pics too but let’s keep it real.

If you’re going to be all up in the service 3 or 4 times per week, how about acting like it?
They kind of go together. [You know who I’m talking to.]

Smackdown over.
On to other things.

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Taken on my solitary walk last week:
(All shot with the Helios 44 film lens + Digital Rebel)

Abandoned railroad

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Pretty fluff

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Desolate Railroad (road) at night/full moon above

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Broken road
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Abyss

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Curl- (for my mother)

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Cool weeds

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Full moon over a dog kennel

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Snow in a parking lot
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Hypocrites and Vipers

Well I tell you. I have had it up to HERE with my hypocrite family. Guh. Where to start. I need to “talk”, obviously, and I prefer to blog, not to have “sayers”- I can say on my own. But when my cup of patience gets full, I bite the bullet and drink up. I shut up and drink up. I try to forgive and simply “shut up”, but sometimes it’s not time to shut up. Sometimes it’s time to tell a person that he or she is a frikking hypocrite.

I recently took my niece out for a day trip. She’s 11. I’m encouraging her to get into photography (and have for years) -she’s good.  The kid’s got talent. :0) I’ve also been cooking with her for a number of years. She baked her first cake with me when she was only 5 or so. She was so proud of herself. I was proud of her too.

I took her (and my son, Brian, Bob,) to a Chinese buffet, then to Squire Boone Caverns on a cave tour, and then I gave her my Canon G3- that wasn’t easy to part with! It’s been my main camera for 5 years and a large part of my body of work was shot with that camera. But I love to give things away that are special to me- those close to me know that about me.

After that, I took her shopping and we cooked a surprise chicken dinner for her Mom and Dad (my brother and sister-in-law). When my sis-in-law came in to pick her up, we were still cooking. I saw things on her face that I immediately recognized as guilt from talking about me. Really? (Boy, can’t wait for this one.)

Let me just say, that I’ve been through the ringer with my family. We’re all “Christians” (and I use that term lightly, because that’s not a label you’re allowed to just “slap on yourself”- if you don’t act like one- don’t try to claim it) and well…for years my siblings have chewed me up and spit me out. It’s just the truth. I’ve barely been in church (not that they’re the scorekeeper by any means) but I’m considered the ‘black sheep” in my family. So be it, I don’t mind a bit.

But I’m also the one that takes care of my mother, and has for years. I’ve had to write letters to my siblings practically begging them to go and see her and care for her too. Yep- it’s true.

I’m well despised among my siblings and it’s been that way for years. I call ’em like I see ’em and if you act like a viper, I’m going to call you a viper. Don’t feed me your hypocritical BS and chew me up and spit me out all while doing a good “church show” for others. Really? Jesus called people like that a hypocrite. And, a viper.

Yeah. That’s true too.

Matthew 12:34

O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.

You can’t have an evil “overflow” and rail and gnash on your sister (me), and then dart your butt in the church door on Sunday morning (making sure everybody sees you- good and proper) for roll call. You’re a frikking hypocrite. Yeah- there it is- take your medicine.

After doing all of that with my niece, I was accused of talking to her about “family matters” (God forbid- the girl is 11) but you know- my family will take what they can get. Even if it’s contrived. Kangaroo-court BS.

My Dad was a very wise man in the way of God’s Word. He had special gifts in that area even. He told me that my brother would turn against me after he (my Dad) died. He told me that 26 years ago. Well, it certainly has happened. He usually hit the mark on those things. He wasn’t wrong this time.

I could hardly believe I was being accused of such trumped up BS by my siblings- is that all you got people, really? That I “talked to your kid about family matters” ?? Uh… I received an email several hours later telling me that they weren’t going to let me take my niece anymore. My crime? Taking her to Chinese, and a cave tour, and giving her my very special camera, and shopping with her, and cooking with her- and there wasn’t even a “thanks for that”- nah. Just an evil eye on my back. I never cease to marvel at the hatred in my family.

Here we go again. I don’t have to tolerate “evil people” gnawing on me in my life. Christian? Really? Nah… that’s not “Christian”. That’s just hateful. There’s a difference.

What it really boils down to is that I reproved several of my older siblings for not going and seeing our Mother for half a year (and shame on them for being so cold-hearted- that’s our Mother) and they immediately banded against me.

Christian?

Joseph’s brothers were “Christians” too, and they threw him into a deep pit, smeared some goat’s blood on a coat, and told their father that a wild beast ate him, after they sold him into slavery. They were bitterly envious that their father loved him more. My situation is not much different.

Yeah. Hypocrites.

Am I airing dirty laundry? Yeah.

Do I care? Nah.

You kick dirt in my face and you’ll probably end up in my blog. It’s my blog, and I can do that. It’s my therapy. I’ve actually had it up to (here) with people claiming to be Christians, and yet their hearts are stone cold, they have no love- none! But they put on a hell of a show on Sunday morning.

Hypocrites.

I think I’m done now.

I’ll be right as rain tomorrow.

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