Dear You Tube Friends, it's all over
Mom called an hour ago.
She was sobbing. My older brother has taken his life.
Just...too much bullshit. He'd lost his pension, and had too many debts to float into safety.
Before I got off the phone with her, I knew I was going to join him, soon. We were as close as two brothers could be. This will be my final blog post. Perhaps you'll find something of value in it.
I tried.
FRANK TALK
I am sad to leave the world I have loved so well. I must. No longer can I live with the knowledge I possess.
Before I leave, and it will be before my wife gets home with our son, (they're shopping for groceries); I want to leave a video legacy for her and for him. And I guess for you. I feel to type out...my final prayer.
THANK YOU LORD
Thank you, Lord for life itself. That span of time wherein we each can find what we desire, to titillate, depress or inspire. Thank you for the air, the breeze, the storms, the clouds, the sunrises each day, so reliable. Thank you for toilets, and plumbers and pipe makers, the porcelain factories in Ohio and China. Thank you for the water, the sewers, the plumbers, pipe fitters and engineers who made it all possible. Thank you for the machinists, the salesmen, the advertising firms and the warehouse men.
Thank you, Lord, for good toilet paper, the soaps and toothbrushes, great tooth pastes and valves. For the floor beneath my feet, and the tile upon which I stood. I thank thee for the windows, the sashes, the Windex and paper towels.
Lord, I thank Thee especially for coffee, and friends and memories and such great music.
For laughter, orgasms and natural-sex porn. Thank you, Lord for the Super Bowl and Doritos, for Pepsi, Chevrolet and Budweiser. And salsa, peanuts and of course, toothpicks. I am grateful for the couches, chairs and curtains, without which, I would have more headaches than I do.
Thank you for the front door, the hinges that make it so useful, the screws that give authority to the hinges, and the wood that held those brass screws for so long, with so little complaint or subsequent cost. Thank you Lord for the doormat, the sidewalk and the orchid my wife prays for each day. Let it bloom, Lord, for she has been a good wife and a wonderful mother. Thank you for our front gate, the welder, his torch and carbon sticks, or whatever you call those things. For the painter and the used stack of newspapers. They are the real unsung heroes of earth.
Lord, I thank Thee for groceries, and stores, and truck drivers, unloaders, forklifts, Security Guards and linoleum. For shelves and stockers and price cuts and good lighting. Thank you for the hours we keep, that give us time to work till we tire, then rest till we're refreshed. Thank you so much for sleep, pillows, sheets, mattresses, beds, with their legs, the rugs near them and the dust that keeps my wife from becoming too lazy.
Thank you Lord for the look and sound of my boy's delight ~
There is no happier boy on earth than he. His bliss is my only defense.
When he finds every new adventure we've lined up for him, I am justified. Then, even his soul-cutting deep cries, when I don't let him stay on You Tube too late, are pardonable.
Thank you for his aura of complete serenity while he naps, his carefree hair locks, perfect cheeks, those Knightly knees and intention-filled fingernails. I so loved his complete peace in sleep, Lord.
I am thankful for the fan, the air conditioner and the lighting in our humble home. Thank you for cinder blocks, the rebar and cement, the sand and water, lime and shovel-mixing workers who gladly produced the fine shelter for my family.
Thank you for shoes, socks, sandals, tee shirts, Levi's, undies and especially the cool nakedness during our weekend and sleeping hours. Thank you for showers and shampoo, clean water, the municipal pipes, the reservoir, the rains and especially the bottled water. I thank thee for shaving cream, quality disposable razors, the drain at the bottom of the sink and especially the mirror.
Lord, I want to thank you for icing on cake, pork chops, rice, pineapple, bananas, can openers, (both hand and electric), Lord. Thank you for the stove, and its fuel, the oven, the refrigerator and the television. Thank you so much for electricity, wires and malfunctioning meters. Thank you also for the VCR and our TIVO, the satellite dish and programming that is still a little competitive.
Thank you for my years as a human being, my job and my family. Thank you for music and toast and blackberry jam over real butter, and surgeons and anesthesia. Thank you for so few ingrown toe nails, Lord.
Thank you Lord for roads and parks and convenience stores and criminals who sacrifice their freedoms to give us such memorable stories each day. Thank you for Drudge, FARK and World Net Daily. Bless please Alex Jones, The Micro Effect and Orly Taitz. Thank you for pistols, semi-automatics and hollow-point ammunition, of all calibers, Lord.
Thank you for angry men, of all ages, but especially those who muster up the will to stand together and shout, then use fingers, then spines and finally sweat, tears, signs, groups, shouts, guns, and finally huge mobs to get us free.
Thank you for the radio voices of determined rage: the Levins, the Becks, the Lonsberries, the Savages and especially for that Great American out of Cincinnati, Willie Cunningham. Thank you Lord for getting Dr. Laura off the air. Bless you, Lord, for that great miracle!
Please bless my dear wife, who thought I was so funny, when I was most serious.
Bless her as she arrives home, and calls out for me to come help unload the groceries, that she will know that she's better off without me now. That my son (some day) will be proud of his father who said, enough is enough, and "I'm outta here!"
Lord, thank you for suicide, and mops and Febreeze and caring neighbors who will clean up the mess I make.
Finally Lord, if I have overlooked anything, and I'm sure I have, because my eye sight and mind aren't what they used to be...forgive me. I did love the steaks and the fries and those strawberry pies in June. With real whipped cream. I loved the Blue Light Specials and the many coupons each Thursday and Sunday. Thank you for the trash cans, the garbage trucks, the landfills and the maggots.
For the funeral Directors, the soloist and the printer of the little program that will grace our Family Bible for many years. Thank you for bookmarks and computers and Google and repair shops. Thank you for upgrades and shareware, Wikipedia and especially for Google and You Tube, Face book and FarmVille.
This is it Lord. If you want to burn me in Hell forever because I just couldn't suffer Obama any longer, then have at it. I am not worthy. I tried, but simply failed. Please separate my kin as they argue over the contents of my wallet, my Seiko watch and the pens.
Let my son know that he was the last face I thought of, as I swallowed the pills, drank the Drambuie and pulled the trigger a half hour later.
Thank you Lord for this escape route. I can't thank you enough for it.
I'll be seeing you soon. In Jesus name,
Amen
Oh, and Lord, thank you so much for Philip Glass.
And for Beethoven, Mahler, Liszt, Vivaldi, Bruckner, Haydn, Bernstein, Andrew Lloyd-Webber, Merle Haggard, Joe Satriani, Mozart and Rosini. And Pucini, Rott, Andy Williams, Neil Diamond, Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd and Sinead O'Connor. Thank you so much for Thank you also for the fantastic newer artists, of rap, hip hop, seriously smooth Jazz and pure Country music. Thank you for those one-hit wonders and the indies, the unique voices of those who thrilled me no end, bringing me tears of satisfaction and joy so many times. How I loved Eminem, Lord.
Please be with the future artists, Lord. Inspire them to outperform Johnny Cash, Neil Young, The Traveling Wilburys and Queen. May you find it in your heart to forgive me, if you can, Lord. I know I've left out so many great ones.
Finally, if there are Juke Boxes in Heaven, please do whatever you have to, to come and get me.
Thank you, dear Lord.
It is finished.
.
Mom called an hour ago.
Just...too much bullshit. He'd lost his pension, and had too many debts to float into safety.
Before I got off the phone with her, I knew I was going to join him, soon. We were as close as two brothers could be. This will be my final blog post. Perhaps you'll find something of value in it.
I tried.
FRANK TALK
I am sad to leave the world I have loved so well. I must. No longer can I live with the knowledge I possess.
Before I leave, and it will be before my wife gets home with our son, (they're shopping for groceries); I want to leave a video legacy for her and for him. And I guess for you. I feel to type out...my final prayer.
THANK YOU LORD
Thank you, Lord for life itself. That span of time wherein we each can find what we desire, to titillate, depress or inspire. Thank you for the air, the breeze, the storms, the clouds, the sunrises each day, so reliable. Thank you for toilets, and plumbers and pipe makers, the porcelain factories in Ohio and China. Thank you for the water, the sewers, the plumbers, pipe fitters and engineers who made it all possible. Thank you for the machinists, the salesmen, the advertising firms and the warehouse men.
Thank you, Lord, for good toilet paper, the soaps and toothbrushes, great tooth pastes and valves. For the floor beneath my feet, and the tile upon which I stood. I thank thee for the windows, the sashes, the Windex and paper towels.
Lord, I thank Thee especially for coffee, and friends and memories and such great music.
Thank you for the front door, the hinges that make it so useful, the screws that give authority to the hinges, and the wood that held those brass screws for so long, with so little complaint or subsequent cost. Thank you Lord for the doormat, the sidewalk and the orchid my wife prays for each day. Let it bloom, Lord, for she has been a good wife and a wonderful mother. Thank you for our front gate, the welder, his torch and carbon sticks, or whatever you call those things. For the painter and the used stack of newspapers. They are the real unsung heroes of earth.
Lord, I thank Thee for groceries, and stores, and truck drivers, unloaders, forklifts, Security Guards and linoleum. For shelves and stockers and price cuts and good lighting. Thank you for the hours we keep, that give us time to work till we tire, then rest till we're refreshed. Thank you so much for sleep, pillows, sheets, mattresses, beds, with their legs, the rugs near them and the dust that keeps my wife from becoming too lazy.
Thank you Lord for the look and sound of my boy's delight ~
When he finds every new adventure we've lined up for him, I am justified. Then, even his soul-cutting deep cries, when I don't let him stay on You Tube too late, are pardonable.
Thank you for his aura of complete serenity while he naps, his carefree hair locks, perfect cheeks, those Knightly knees and intention-filled fingernails. I so loved his complete peace in sleep, Lord.
Thank you for shoes, socks, sandals, tee shirts, Levi's, undies and especially the cool nakedness during our weekend and sleeping hours. Thank you for showers and shampoo, clean water, the municipal pipes, the reservoir, the rains and especially the bottled water. I thank thee for shaving cream, quality disposable razors, the drain at the bottom of the sink and especially the mirror.
Lord, I want to thank you for icing on cake, pork chops, rice, pineapple, bananas, can openers, (both hand and electric), Lord. Thank you for the stove, and its fuel, the oven, the refrigerator and the television. Thank you so much for electricity, wires and malfunctioning meters. Thank you also for the VCR and our TIVO, the satellite dish and programming that is still a little competitive.
Thank you for my years as a human being, my job and my family. Thank you for music and toast and blackberry jam over real butter, and surgeons and anesthesia. Thank you for so few ingrown toe nails, Lord.
Thank you Lord for roads and parks and convenience stores and criminals who sacrifice their freedoms to give us such memorable stories each day. Thank you for Drudge, FARK and World Net Daily. Bless please Alex Jones, The Micro Effect and Orly Taitz. Thank you for pistols, semi-automatics and hollow-point ammunition, of all calibers, Lord.
Thank you for angry men, of all ages, but especially those who muster up the will to stand together and shout, then use fingers, then spines and finally sweat, tears, signs, groups, shouts, guns, and finally huge mobs to get us free.
Thank you for the radio voices of determined rage: the Levins, the Becks, the Lonsberries, the Savages and especially for that Great American out of Cincinnati, Willie Cunningham. Thank you Lord for getting Dr. Laura off the air. Bless you, Lord, for that great miracle!
Please bless my dear wife, who thought I was so funny, when I was most serious.
Lord, thank you for suicide, and mops and Febreeze and caring neighbors who will clean up the mess I make.
Finally Lord, if I have overlooked anything, and I'm sure I have, because my eye sight and mind aren't what they used to be...forgive me. I did love the steaks and the fries and those strawberry pies in June. With real whipped cream. I loved the Blue Light Specials and the many coupons each Thursday and Sunday. Thank you for the trash cans, the garbage trucks, the landfills and the maggots.
For the funeral Directors, the soloist and the printer of the little program that will grace our Family Bible for many years. Thank you for bookmarks and computers and Google and repair shops. Thank you for upgrades and shareware, Wikipedia and especially for Google and You Tube, Face book and FarmVille.
This is it Lord. If you want to burn me in Hell forever because I just couldn't suffer Obama any longer, then have at it. I am not worthy. I tried, but simply failed. Please separate my kin as they argue over the contents of my wallet, my Seiko watch and the pens.
Let my son know that he was the last face I thought of, as I swallowed the pills, drank the Drambuie and pulled the trigger a half hour later.
Thank you Lord for this escape route. I can't thank you enough for it.
I'll be seeing you soon. In Jesus name,
Amen
Oh, and Lord, thank you so much for Philip Glass.
Please be with the future artists, Lord. Inspire them to outperform Johnny Cash, Neil Young, The Traveling Wilburys and Queen. May you find it in your heart to forgive me, if you can, Lord. I know I've left out so many great ones.
Finally, if there are Juke Boxes in Heaven, please do whatever you have to, to come and get me.
Thank you, dear Lord.
It is finished.
