Jack Spratt

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PTSD is being afraid of life as it has become -- moreover into the future more so; the bleeding child rigged as a bomb blowing you and your friend apart; life becoming that temporal; like the lies that sent you there to exotic vacations in foreign lands. By The Draft Dodger & Darth Vader aka Howdy Doody & his ventriloquist Uncle Bob . . . of G W Bush; of course he was Commander in Chief during on time of war he started and will never end and of Cheney his war profiteering is legendary and unending.

Honey Bunny always watch the money; who wins and loses -- especially the ones who make the most noise.

Lest you think me unpatriotic I left a man, a Marine, too far gone in Alzheimer's to speak his panting last breaths lingering for another week or so Carol told me she too wanted to be an Episcopal Priest instead like me we serve the dying lending such love and comfort as we can.

“Beware the fury of a patient man.” --John Dryden

At first I thought of myself the loses and the glory of this life still living. Yet now I realize that the "He" intended could as well be The Parent of us All.

Is 'fury' better than anger and rage? Either one or all combined indicative of we victims and slaves of __________ name it! --- Receive not bread but stones

At the moment a reprise of yesterday: The Marine, The Biology professor who heard either Steven “Steve” Pearce [R] or a minion proclaim "I am not here for your but the oil & gas industry!" And in leaving the current Chief of the local remnant Native American tribe said over his shoulder; "I represent a people here for one thousand and five hundred years."

Good or Bad will always out see Bradley Manning still buried in solitary. About you & me we were trained in chaos, random sneak attacks and whatever crap we're given to eat; common Buddhist training be proud of that since in survival we can be the Ark of the new Covenant.

While writing this I'm thinking, I am merely human like the guy who shot in Aurora all those people.

While working for the Providence Journal I was attacked by the Picture Editor for award winning work with a reporter I respected and trusted -- they were my stories, it seemed logical that she would ask for me repeatedly to illustrate them.

He slowed to a breath mark and fell momentarily silent. I asked if he had essentially said all he wanted to say?

"Yes"

Remembering then and now a man in the same business as my dad who had lent him money to begin in the same business. Giving him his due at which point dad said, "Go fuck yourself!"

Instead I simply said, "Mr Photo Editor (I've forgotten his name -- oh -- yes Bill Riley) in the future when you wish to address me; It will be as Mr. Spratt and only in the presence of The Guild Shop Steward."

I never looked at or addressed him again. Break trust with me, especially when I needed the medical insurance for my dying son and be glad I did not then eat your heart.

Measure for measure justice given is the justice received at the time our your death that is the nature and democracy of death.

© 2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved

This aloneness is worth more than a thousand lives.

This freedom is worth more than all the lands on earth.

To be one with the truth for just a moment,

Is worth more than the world and life itself. --Rumi