Micky vs the Volcano- and the God of "Xs" and "Os"!

I’m sure most have figured out that I am against the status quo that runs everything.

I’ve railed against the dragons and there’s nothing to be done.

The emperor is completely naked but everyone seems to be holding “his” trousers.

I want my volcano.

Nobody leaves here intact.

Descending curves on treacherous roads leaves me with the ever increasing desire to take the curves on my terms.

I don’t want to wait until the curve demands that I conform to the arc that it imposes.

I need and want to make the curve on my terms. I want to control me and my power and my speed and my arc.

I don’t want the arc that is before me.

I will carve that arc- my way.

God and/or a paving crew can make that road and that curve.

Don’t expect me to take “that” line.

I will take that curve on my terms.

It isn’t my road.

It is my handle-bar though.

I don’t want industrial strength confirmation about how I am or what I’ve been.

My own words don’t define me.

But I am not here to “conform”.

Just as sure as industrial conformity will label and define me with a eulogy ahead of my death, I will not conform.

I saw Randall Bunch score a touchdown when I was in elementary school. The crowd applauded. He was just one of the brothers who would be running backs. He would later go to Ole Miss. He would later play Semi-Pro football, walk out of that arena and get into a dirt-track race car and star in that arena, all in the same night. But the crowd yelled and applauded.

I wanted that applause.

I was never deserving of that applause.

Now I wonder what all the applause was about.

But I leapt into a volcano much like I learned to swim. I dove into football at 98 pounds. In my 8^th grade, I played high-school ball. We won the Lower State Championship. I had nothing to do with it. In my 9^th grade I played football. We won the State Championship. I had nothing to do with our success. In the 10^th grade, I played this football. We won the Lower State Championship. I had nothing to do with the success of the football team.

Even as a junior and senior, I was just not good enough to make a difference. But I stuck to it with nothing but guts.

My body would never be as long, tall, or as strong as Randall Bunch or his very talented brothers.

But, I’ve done far more than score a touchdown or two or twenty.

I wasn’t fast or strong. So I naturally went into the Marine Corps. (?)

The Vietnam War was the big volcano. And how do “we” survive? And how do others not?

After enrolling myself into the “Micky Dee Lifetime Recovery Program” I started jumping into more volcanos.

Like 50 Caliber with tats, motorcycles, and fire-arms, I would find my ways to prove myself. We need to be men. Still- it should be with moral acceptance.

We need to know that what we have done is not trivial.

We need reinforcement that we have done the right things for the right reasons.

We were counted and measured and we will not come up short.

But Earth is round and not a level playing field.

What we saw people cheering for, decades ago, doesn’t seem to exist now.

But inside we are what we were. And what we did was not trivial. We’ve seen the aftermath, the accounting for the “volcano”.

2,000,000 people dead.

Adjust that number with “algorithms” to find the number of casualties?

2,000,000 people multiplied by an unknown figure equals what?

2,000,000 people x ? = people

A x B= X

People equal “X”

Our side had a fraction of the over-all loss of “X”.

50000/2000000 = 5/200

.0025% of the “Xs” lost in Vietnam were ours.

Our side erased 2,000,000 “”Xs”.

Numbers are just another game.

Exact figures don’t really matter do they?

Could have been another 20,000 of our “Xs”.

Could have been more “Xs” on the other side.

It boggles my mind how even an industrialized nation can continually toss bombs, guns, and ammo all over the world as it does.

How much noise, bullets, bombs, and poisons can you throw to accumulate this many eradicated “Xs”? It’s a lot.

But the ruined lives don’t stop with the eradicated.

War keeps right on giving.

We watch Cambodia suffer with their millions of “Xs”.

We watch Yugoslavia suffer with their millions of “Xs”.

We watch as Palestine is erased from the maps with all of the Palestine “Xs”.

We watch as the world churns and burns.

And we are so thankful that God is on our side.

God is on our side.

God is on our side?

So we are the good guys and our white hats are always white.

So God hates those who are against us.

What about the innocent civilians who just work and pray and suffer all the dignities of life plus the addition of “Xs” being eradicated?

Co-lateral damage will be the title of those “Xs”.

Those “Xs” were never like our “Xs”.

Surely God loves our “Xs” more than all the other “Xs”.

Look at the statistics of “Xs”!

Our “Xs” are so outnumbered and yet with our science, industrialization, and weaponry we can reduce the “Xs” that are not our “Xs”.

God surely loves our “Xs”.

God must be pleased with the spires and steeples that reach up to Him.

God must like our wooden pews.

God must love our joyful noise over all the other joyful noises.

God has to love the stained glass windows of so many colors.

It’s amazing how God can sort out what is best for all of us.

Even here in our land of free “Xs” God can put us all where we need to be.

Some “Xs” here live in palaces with old oaks and new Bradford pear trees. Some walk on cement walkways that take them, only, by the homes of other “Xs” who are the same “Xs”. These better “Xs” live here. These “Xs” have newer, safer, more fortified homes, cars. These “Xs” will be coddled, pampered, treated for diseases, injuries, dental problems, and all other maladies. We need the cement for those “Xs” with nowhere to go. The “Xs”, with nowhere to go, still have their “issues”. The very nature and weight of being the elite “X” leads to all sorts of neuroses.

But this does not imply that these “Xs” have nowhere to go. There will be ski slopes, stadiums, plays, operas, galas. France is lovely this time of year.

These “Xs” are chosen to rule the “Xs” who are not “chosen”.

This leaves the “un-chosen “Xs”.

These “Xs” can be eliminated. These “Xs” are bred for the menial tasks that are needed for the “elite” “Xs” who govern. These are the sturdy stock of “Xs” who will build those homes, sidewalks, cars, and these “Xs” will build those bombs and guns that will be used on the other “Xs” who are not the “Xs” of the elite. They don’t need sidewalks as they walk through rain and mud. If cement were used to make sidewalks for the multitudes of “Xs” where would we be going?

It is the nature for most “Xs” to walk in mud.

These “un-chosen “Xs” are bred for many tasks but none better than to carry out the endless war against the other “un-wanted “Xs” of the world.

These poor “Xs” aren’t “Xs” at all.

They’re “Os”.

So it’s just a world of “Xs” and “Os”.

Full of vexes and woes,

Walking on paths where no-one knows,

How it all ends or where it all goes.

Come on play ball,

Join the pros!

Attend the ballet or other shows.

Watch as all the pretty girls pose.

You always seem to be indisposed,

But I can see the choices that you chose.

And secrets that you’ll never expose,

You and your God are wearing no clothes.

Shove bamboo up my fingernails,

And please up my nose.

I will not worship,

A God of “Xs” and “Os”.

Waterboard me,

Beat me with a rubber hose.

I will not worship a God,

Of “Xs” and “Os”.

Just like my brothers,

Shadrack, Meshack, and Abednego,

I will not worship a God,

Of “Xs” and “Os”.

I will forever oppose,

These endless wars you propose,

Break my legs- I’ll never kneel.

To a God of “Xs” and “Os”

Your arrogance shows.

Take me to your leader,

As the story goes,

But I can see you without your clothes.

And I will NEVER bow down to a God of “Xs” and “Os”.

~Micky Dee~

And yes! We all need this money.

We just don't GREED this money.

If a nation cannot take care of its people - that nation is merely a cult.

Civilization implies "civility".

Health-care should be a "given" in a nation claiming to be civilized and Christian.

There can be no debate about whether we "can afford it".

We cannot afford to NOT HAVE IT!

I know exactly what Jesus was about and every true follower of Christ does too.

And so I search for my volcano.

I want my volcano!

I want to sacrifice Micky Dee- somewhere - for some good cause!

I am sick to my colon with people who will take the Christian faith- and tell these Christians that we cannot afford health-care.

When you hear this Americans- tell these people that they are the liars they are!

They can build all the bombs they want. They can bail out every lower form of life locked into Satan's matrix of slavery, sweatshops, death, and torture - but CHARITY is out of the question~! We can't afford it.

This is SATAN speaking. It's the "I can't be human". It's the "I will not love my fellow man". It's the "I cannot treat others as people and my fellow man."

These liars will tell Christians that it will "tax" them too much.

WHAT IS JESUS?

Americans need to quit following these "we can'ts"

There is no nobler purpose than serving our fellow man and treating the wounds of life!

It's GOD'S LAW!

I adhere to the Golden Rule as much as I can as I ramble around the lies that choke the people of our Earth and yes our America and yes, our Central America, and yes, our South America and our...

And my critics from Hades tell me I'm angry.

I may do a crossword puzzle.

I may feed and take pictures of wildlife.

I may ride my bicycle.

I may give someone begging for alms some federal reserve notes

I may look up facts.

I may search diligently for the truth.

I may write an article for mankind.

But if I seem angry about lies that I see that cause HUMAN SUFFERING-

Put me down as PISSED! I'll live with it.

Put me down as disgusted.

This is not Micky Dee's game plan.

I don't have one.

I'm waiting on GOD to take me out of here.

I'm sick of the lying noise coming out of politicians and party liners.

It's just NOISE POLLUTION!

These die-hard party FREAKS are lying to you when they say we cannot afford to take care of OUR PEOPLE.

So find Micky Dee a purpose. Find me a volcano that I can jump into.

I am ready to go. I want to live a life of purpose.

Or I want to die for a purpose.

So attack me for my impractical stance on the GOLDEN RULE!

Destroy my name. Discredit Micky Dee.

But I will put my butt where my mouth is on any subject or cause.

Find me a volcano - give me a last meal or not - give me a cigarette or not.

Where can I go to settle "just the lies" told about Micky Dee?

Not on this ball of lies.

But God said to pray that Lord's Prayer. "...Thy kingdom come - Thy will be done - on YOUR EARTH my dear God!

AND WHEN CHRISTIANS PRAY THAT PRAYER AS THEY ARE TOLD TO DO - we are praying that Earth resembles HEAVEN!

These liars are implying that in heaven - GOD DOES NOT TAKE CARE OF HIS OWN!

We're being CONNED!

Meanwhile -

Cross Florida is 168 miles in one day and I'll be doing that ride on April 3. Maybe that's enough volcano.

The Assault on Mount Mitchell is 102 miles and 1100 feet of accumulative elevation gain and I'll be riding that in May. Maybe that's enough volcano.

Other than that - I wish these party liners would call me when I raise the bets.

They just fold. They throw their cards in face down. Gutless!

Call me on my word!

Call me on my life!

Make me prove EVERY word I say about my experiences of TRUE AMERICAN LIFE!

Bring a camera crew. Let's share it with the world.

I'll definitely prove that this INJUSTICE SYSTEM of America is false.

But that's too easy. Call me on anything.

Meanwhile - WHERE'S MY VOLCANO?

~Micky Dee~

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