Yesterday I
spent most of the morning moving a shed.
I was short of breath and had to stop and rest a half-dozen times. I was exhausted (eighty-plus years old). Took a hot shower and kicked back for the
afternoon to recuperate.
We decided
we would order in hamburgers from the local Greek pizza restaurant. We are still not eating out because of
Covid.
I went in to
pick the burgers up, and there was a father in a booth with his
thirty-something year old retarded son.
The son was belligerent. He banged the table and was shouting. He went to the drink machine and was
refusing to leave. For all purposes he
was a 190 pound three-year-old, with a father he outweighed at least thirty
pounds. The father was definitely embarrassed
and tried to cajole his son out of the restaurant. I felt sorry for the father, knowing his past
life and his future life had been destroyed by an accident of birth.
As the
father herded his son out the door the man next to me called out ‘God bless you.’ My instant reaction was to reply, ‘Fuck you
and your God’ – but I didn’t
I am sick of
these fucking people.
At every
minute within a day a child is dying from malnutrition. Every few minutes each day a woman somewhere
is being brutally raped. Men are
beating their wives and children.
People are being tortured. Worms are crawling around in the eyes of
babies in Africa – the children will be blind before age five; children
diagnosed with cancer, people burning to death in fires, birth deformities,
children born retarded – disease, pestilence…
That poor
man, who seemed embarrassed and intimidated by his larger retarded son, what a
fucking life he must live!
Fuck that
guy and his God Bless You – and fuck the football player that runs across the
goal line pointing a finger at the sky.
the Ol'Buzzard
