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Saturday, October 29, 2011

What the world needs a Purge

A friend died this week.

He had been battling illness for some time, and things had
gotten raw and nasty. It was good that he passed, rather
than endure any more pain and discomfort. He was ready
to go, and it wasn't unexpected.

I didn't go to the funeral. I don't do them any more, period,
but this was more than that.

There are people in this world....and I just cannot get
my head wrapped around it. What kind of person talks
shit about a man while he's living--doubts him, spreads
dissent, questions his integrity, treats him disrespectfully,
etc--and then accepts the duty of being a pall bearer at
that man's funeral?

What kind of big, brass, fucking balls does that take?

Is it an act of penance? No, not hardly. More like an
attempt to grab more spotlight and play Super Soldier
for the adoring crowd. "Look what a devoted friend I
am, carrying a corpse away," since no one can see the
heart and know the misdeeds that occurred. No one
can know the truth behind a liar's eyes.

It sickens me, but there's nothing I can do.

Thankfully, my friend doesn't care who walks him
to the altar or the grave. I'll get there. Just need to
work on it.

I can avoid conflict and not go. I can let people do all the bad
and wrong they wish. I have learned that most people don't
want to know about the bad others do, or they shoot the
messenger, so.... Every man for themselves.

I learned; I know who the Devil is.
I know what he's done. I know what he thinks.
I know not to trust him no matter what.

Just wish I believed in Karma or God or something.
It would have been swell to hear a lightning bolt clap
when those sweaty, corrupt, con man palms touched
that casket.

I imagine Le Douche will be settled in one of his own
before too terribly long, though. Not because there's
any justice, but because living foul does tend to catch
up with you eventually.

A friend died this week.

He was direct and true and real. He will be missed.
I gave him his respect and love while he was here;
I have nothing to prove, and no one to impress.

The world needs more shoot from the hip fellas,
not less.