This song is based upon a poem that paints the portrait of a depressed man living a pointless existence. The song is believed to be cursed.
Today I am thankful that I'm capable of anger and love the smell of burning wax and banishing oil.
Just a quick update -
The football cards were given to a charity and I presume sold.
The purpose was to provide sanitation for the homeless in Denver.
There was a fundraiser.
A porta-potty was supplied.
Mayor Hancock had it removed in the dark of the night (in less than 24 hours of delivery).
Yes, I am aware that Hancock is not the only person involved in that decision - but he is the Mayor of Denver. The captain must always go down with his ship.
Of course, Denver voters voted for a tax hike to help the homeless -
but the only thing they're getting for their money is an exacerbation of the problem.
I've seen this before in Denver.
This time, Denver is responding by continuing to bulldoze and trash the belongings of the homeless.
This is why I DID NOT vote for a single Democrat this year. Usually, my ballot looks a tad bit schizophrenic because I typically vote for people I know in different parties.
It's like I've always said - the money typically goes into the general fund and rarely does what was promised.
So....I'm off to do some activist crap to help a few homeless women and their babies.
I'll be back in the wee hours of the morning to update this post.
The wicked witch of the west is pissed.
The moon is waning.
I've got an absolutely huge stash of black reversible candles.
I'll put in two safety clauses - IF Hancock and his Democrat ilk open up the city so he can get feedback from the people in person, the curse will lift.
It will also lift if he allows churches to reopen so Christians and people in other organized religions can pray for the homeless again. The larger the number of prayers, the faster the manifestation.
Luckily, my church is outside. I'm a religious fanatic. I can turn my prayers away from those in need to binding an asshat with too much power and too little compassion and common sense.
It'll fun focusing my energy on Denver for a change.
Cue the cackling.
XOXO,
A Heathen
Edit eleven hours later -
I could only save one woman and her unborn baby. I couldn't find a place for her male partner.
This bites.
There is this absolutely huge black reversable candle (white with black coating) decorated with a rhinstone dog collar (because Hancock vetoed the dog breed legislation ban so Denver keeps killing pit bulls - want to see pics? I got 'em).
A friend suggested that I name one of my basses Handcock in honor of this guy. Yeah - I typically name them after people I hate so I feel good about slapping them.
I never got one to name Tom.
I got one named after a City Attorney.
The other never got named. It's too pretty to be called Handcock. Maybe I'll buy a cheap black one and paint a handjob on it just for yucks and giggles. I hate Ibanez basses, maybe I'll get one of those.
I'm carving into the candle and trying to decide what to curse this punk with -
My favorite curse is "deep and emotional bleeding heart compassion."
The one I've literally casted (over a decade ago) was to learn an abusive mayor's secrets. That was dumb. I had to do some crazy crap to break that spell for his successor. Even after I did that, I was contacted by Democrat activists that wanted to tell me gossip about the new mayor's sexual orientation.
They claimed he was sleeping with the guy that my bass is named after. My reply was "Why do I care?I'm Libertarian. To each his own."
The two Democrat weasels walked away with gaping mouths.
I knew more dirt about him than they did. I'll never breathe a word of it.
Punks usually have secrets. I wonder if Denver would get a new mayor if some of them leaked out?
Decisions.....Decisions.....
I'll never tell anyone what I decide to do. I might write about it in one of my books of shadows.
Monday I'll cast prosperity spells for the private charities that help the homeless.
This little punk has gone too far. I'm tired of hearing the sobbing of his victims. Many of whom are recently homeless due to the Covid restrictions put in place by Hancock and his Democrat ilk.
The day that punk of a mayor spends seven hours in the snow hunting for homeless people is the day I'll respect Michael Hancock.
He can warm his cruel heart in hell as far as I'm concerned.
I love everyone - but not everyone is worthy of respect and honor.
For some people, karma cannot come quick enough.
Hugs,
S.
If you want to stay fresh on the news:
Denver, Homeless Plaintiffs Fight in Federal Court Over Encampment Sweeps | Westword
Edit January 26, 2020:
After 30 years, Denver finally repealed the pit bull ban. Hancock didn't pull any bizarre stunts this time. So maybe I should find a softer word than asshole to describe him.
Denver overturns pit bull ban after more than 30 years (nbcnews.com)
Some homeless reported that they are staying in the parking lots of churches. Many homeless people actually hold full time jobs. They said that they pooled money to purchase two port-a-potties and trash service. As far as I know Hancock and his ilk haven't towed their sanitation tools away this time. .
We'll see....