My heart hurts for my brothers and sisters in Orlando. I can't even process the magnitude of loss. Words fail me!
>>> OK, I'D LIKE TO KEEP THIS UNPLEASANTNESS SHORT -- as I try to stay more in the positive:
So I ate at a table near an 85 year old gentleman in a US Marines cap sipping coffee -- but not at the next table. We began talking, quickly realizing we BOTH deeply love our Country -- and have some experiences in common -- he having just come from Catholic Mass and having talked, today, with Father Bob Kus, whom he called the nicest guy.
Of course I agreed, telling him I've known Fr. Bob since 2011, and have recently spoken with both him and Sister Mary Isaac, but just very recently had to face the facts described in this posting: http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2016/06/its-sunday-time-for-weekly-christian.html.
It is HARD facing facts about those who fooled you -- DEEPLY!!!
I've been through it many times, but with these two Catholic Clergy, it was the MOST difficult -- other than my immediate family through first cousins on both the Kenan and Meyer sides, with a few exceptions.
And in FAIRNESS, I think my siblings have spoken and acted more out of Mom's NAZI/Catholic Guilt Mind Control, than from deliberate, conscious intention.
In any case, this Marines Veteran and I both clearly respected and listened to each other -- never actually arguing, he said he will DEFINITELY read this blog when he returns home.
After I dumped my tray and turning to the door, a gentleman of about 78, 6' 2", physically and mentally very healthy, called to me, and when I turned, identified himself as a minister of the Christian Gospel -- and I was "GOING TO BURN IN HELL FOR ETERNITY!!!"
I told him to fuck himself with his "Christian Hatred", which got him going so much, he thrust his arms in front of his chest, stuck it out, and came within three inches of my chest, yelling.
At first, I refused to yield, but quickly thinking of the plight of the poor restaurant manager (I had managed restaurants and bars for twelve years, and no manager wants conflict in the store -- regardless agreeing or disagreeing on anything), I turned back, moving toward the door (and a LOT more choice words flew out of BOTH our mouths, throughout) -- and he FOLLOWED me, still yelling his threats of my Eternal Damnation.
Also, there were about 30 customers then, most watching and smiling, amused. All the staff knew my political views, so they were digging it too, but one table of two white hetero-couples, about 30 years old, began calling that I needed to be committed to a mental hospital -- DIDN'T I TELL YOU??? -- and then right outside, I stopped, again, and he got RIGHT IN MY FACE, again, so I took the lid off my ice tea and momentarily considered throwing it in his face, but this NOT being Mexico, I probably would have been arrested and charged for that -- like they did in BARS with drinks in all the movies we grew up with -- ALCOHOL REALLY BURNING THE EYES.
But I re-capped it, smiled, and after My Personal Final Blessing, turned and walked to my car. I don't know if he re-entered the restaurant, or went to his car -- but NOBODY followed me out of the lot.
Now, I think I handled this quite well -- especially having just come from the news of the LARGEST Terror Attack in US History, ever, today committed against LGBT (albeit by a crazed Muslim) -- and then the news that Lt. Governor of Texas, Dan Patrick, had tweeted HIS CHRISTIAN HATE (and maybe others have too, since then).
I AM GOING TO INCREASE THE AGGRESSION OF MY VERBAL ATTACKS ON CHRISTIANS AND POLITICIANS IN WILMINGTON.
Mayor Bill Saffo, seen here with his former wife, Renee
When I first got back to Wilmington, nearly a year ago, I soon tried to arrange a meeting between Mayor Saffo and myself, but either Bill refused to meet with me -- or his Admin, Dawn Grants, refused to try.
The City, itself, is VERY COMPLICIT in the crimes committed against me in 2011 and 2012 -- City Detectives paying Christopher Wright Rogers and Cindy Beatty to give them info on me -- as well as instructing them to steal materials from my files -- which I found with the Detective's business card -- and files stolen from my desk -- when I kicked them out.
Also, Wilmington Police committed crimes against me, most of which I haven't blogged about in years -- and murdered Evan Fish.
I CANNOT sue the City, as all the lawyers are in bed together, here, and I REFUSE to file with the City's Insurance, as Mayor Saffo DID tell me I had to do.
I have been "inconvenienced" enough by the MURDERING CITY, and will verbally force them to hear the truth at ever-escalating-sized Public Events. They can PAY ME OFF without inconveniencing me further, and I'll lay off.
I need CONSIDERABLY MORE than twice the judgement on the books, now, in Chicago, so it must be well-higher than $1,000,000.00.
Offered graciously.
Scott
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