My name is Michael, and with all this talk about transgender and transracial issues I think it is time to come clean with my secret. I'm transfinancial, and that means I am a rich man born in a poor man's body. Please help me overcome my identity issues.....thank you
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I've often felt that way.
I'm sure Lurch, the Ozark Mafia, the Os, and ValJar do,too.
PS and OT: If you want to see something that will make you proud of this country and of people who believe in God, you can't beat this:
Victims' families tell shooter to his face they forgive him.
@Edutcher
I heard some of that today in the car. Amazing grace. I feel such heart breaking sadness for the families. I doubt I would have the courage to forgive. Maybe later. Not now.
Really. Imagine if it was your mother or father who was shot at close range like that for no reason other that insane hate.
(Right now I want to smash that punks balls with a meat cleaver. But that's why I'm not in charge and all my forks have corks.)
re: the video edutcher linked: Kudos to the SC penal system for dressing prisoners in the old school black and white stripes. The orange jumpsuit has been elevated to chic and that BS needs to stop.
Good one Lem ... aren't we all "transfinancial?" :D
April, you and me both.
Wow. You have an interesting blog full of diverse subjects.
Just a minute ago I was suddenly struck with a javelin of dread right through my whole torso from shoulder to glutemus gleutimus glutamusxxxx thigh with the realization "Holy shit, you lived there!" Charleston N.C..
The whole thing is a blur before Bethlehem, Pa because all that was crunched before kindergarden and it blends, Cape Charles N.C., Winston Salem, N.C., named after cigarettes, candy cigarettes were very big at that time, also Bedford W. Virginia and some other place in W. Virginia I'll remember in a minute.
I think that's the place where I spilled a bag of tacks all over somebody's driveway causing a couple of flat tires, a very cross neighbor, and a stern discussion with me. But what was I doing with a sack of tacks anyway? It's all your fault. I'm just a kid. I recovered what I could. What am I perfect? I don't know what happened. I think my dad said to the guy, "Do you need help changing your tires or what?" Challenging his masculinity while extending a helpful hand. He tried to explain to me the difficulty I caused but I didn't understand anything about vee-hickle tires, but I do understand tacks. I GET IT alright?
No matter how long you remain rich your poor body is always waiting to reclaim you.
America - the home of the transfinancial.
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