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Sunday, August 5, 2018

Dying to tell ya

And now, something morbid from G. Eric Francis...

I haven't worked on the book in more than 3 months.  I recently swapped out my iPad Pro (mostly to pay for my trip to MI a couple of weeks ago) and decided to pick up the new MIcrosoft Surface Go.  It is a quaint little thing, relatively easy to type on (once I got used to it; having big hands sometimes can be a biznatch) and while I will be a Mac guy 4ever, I have also swapped out most of my apple products besides my main computer (to once again help cover my trip).

Anyway, I am getting off subject here...onto the morbid part.

I have always thought about my own demise, since I was a teen.  I know that isn't something one should dwell on, but the fact that one of these days I will no longer exist (now that I am less than a year from 50 getting closer every day) sort of bugs me....as well as fascinates me.

Let me get you to the bug me part.

After watching an episode of "CSI" several years back where a body had decomposed to the point that it was simply black muck sort of gave me the creeps.  It is hard enough to be black in America, but then to become black muck really sucks.

The one advantage of that is at least the police can try to beat me my muck, and I can have revenge by splattering into their orifices.

Gag on that, a-holes.

Another thing is having my body on display, more bloated than I was in life, for folks to say "goodbye" to.

Wait, that is going with the expectation that anyone would come to my funeral; my oldest has told me more than once that he hopes I go first.

Well loved, I am.

Then there is the other alternative of my body's disposal...cremation.  I know, I know...why should I care what happens to my remains....I WOULD BE DEAD, right?  I guess that since I have cooked enough dead flesh on a grill, the idea of being tossed in a cardboard box (mingling with paper is the ultimate paper cut) and tossed into an over w/o at least seasoning (I am a black man....we gotta have our seasoning, damn it) is not appealing.

Then again, neither is being slowly eaten by bugs while I become a burnt milkshake.

Ok, creepy part over.  Here is the fascinating part (and the inspiration of my current project, providing I ever finish the mofo).

My mother told me when her brother died that right before she got the call the iron that she was using "moved."  Now this tale has changed into more supernatural stuff as I got older, but she stuck by her story.

In my nearly 1/2 century on Earth, I have seen some inexplicable shit that science cannot explain away.  I know a few of my associates are agnostic or atheist, but the fact that I have 2 sons (where medical science said one should have died because his umbilical cord ruptured) tells me something is more powerful than us out there running shit.

With that being said, it has made me questioned my life's decisions.

I have broken a few commandments.....more than once.  With that being said, and assuming Christianity is the truth (something else driven into me by my mom) I am screwed.

This makes me go back to the whole roasting my body like I was a dead pig in a smoker.

If there is a soul, well, damnation awaits if I croak before I figure things out and I change.

Then you gotta look at the other argument.

Supposed the agnostics and atheists are right, that we are basically no more than organisms that expire....AND THAT IS IT.

It is humbling to know that the ants that I killed this morning and I are equally irrelevant.

It's  a bummer, cuz it makes me regret not being a bigger male slut, or a massive asshole (even tho I have been a mid-sized asshole once or twice...Mrs. Flagler would confirm this).

I mean, what is the point of accepting a savior and being a good person when I missed out on a lot more fun?

This is my daily internal struggle, to be honest.  My teen is on the atheist side, since his Aspergers riddled mind cannot accept something he cannot see, hear or touch.

Is he right?

I guess that is where I am in the middle.  If he is right, well the worst that awaits me when my time is up is muckville.

If he is wrong, well he won't be attending the family heaven reunion....and I might be right there next to him doing the whole biblical "gnashing of teeth."

Yeah, I paid a little attention in Sunday School.

The biggest thing tho, as I end this so I don't burn my ranch red potatoes with five cheese dish in the oven, is that my fear that I didn't matter.  Very few people are remembered hundreds or thousands of years after their death.  I guess that I'd be more cool about what is inevitably coming if when I go, as long as those folks who I beat to the death finish line still draw air, thought that I mattered.

I think there are a few of those folks out there.

But sometimes the silence makes me not so sure.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

The "4th" Time I've said this

America.

I could say a lot of things about the country I was born in; hell, I have said a lot of things in the past.

When I think about the United States, I think of a great actor, performing a role for 242 years. Even though that role is Oscar-caliber, you can see that ultimately it is just great acting.

Now America isn't all bad (at least at the moment). Once upon a time folks could come here and hope for a new life, the way the place started in the first place (and most of its descendants have forgotten). We can (once again, for the moment) disparage our "elected" leaders if we don't agree how they are wielding the power we have bestowed upon them.

They used to call it "Freedom of Speech."

I remember when I came to Indiana some 23 years ago, waking up in a town called Ellettsville. The first thing I said to my former girlfriend was, "Holy shit, we are in Mayberry."

Now I have throughout the years raged against the machine due to America's racism, sexism, and bigotry. However I cannot deny that since I've been in Indiana, I have been treated fairly decently. Most of the police officers I have encountered have been pleasant folk, and I am, on the most part, left alone (except for a couple of instances I have mentioned in the past).

I also recalled the other day a story I posted on FB many moons ago in jest about going to a "redneck bar" to pick up dinner (broasted chicken; sigh, I miss that shit) and saying that I hope I make it out of there alive.

The irony in what was a sincere ribbing of the past is that now it is the reality of the present.

In today's America, as I was telling to a friend recently, a lot of people who I used to roll with, have drinks with, laugh with, and for a few of them even slept with (don't worry, all Pre-C) have flipped their lids open to show there true selves.

You can do that when you know there is no chance of repercussions for your actions (at least in this life, anyway). I have walked away from long-term relationships, and that makes me sad.

This is the true America, put to sleep by political correctness, now awakened to it s true self after an attempt to have all folks to be equal and judged on their character, in the hopes that our government will do what is best for all its people...

....even the ones that don't look or live like them.

I guess, as I sit here sleep deprived because our son cannot sleep past 1 am anymore on this 242nd birthday of the land that I am from, I cannot celebrate the great actor it has become. The role that it portrays was once about opportunity, now it is showing the world that it is an ugly thing, freed for the first time in decades to scream that if you don't fit into what is an "American", you can get the hell out...

...or we will put your children in cages. Or shoot you because of your skin. Or because you have different sexual organs you are less than. Or because your soul tells you you are supposed to be with a different sex (or BE a different sex) you are an abomination.

Or if you are my son and you can't understand why he rages, we will shoot you like that lady shot that giraffe that is all over the internet.

And don't let me get started on the American Indian; shit, they are the only folks a tier below the folks I just listed.

So yes, I will be grilling a steak today. I will enjoy my day off, because at least last time I checked, I am simply G. Eric Francis, author and federal employee, payer of taxes, obeyer of laws, good friend to those who deserve it.

But I cannot give an Oscar to an actor whose performance is finally beginning to truly crack for the world to see that is all it was....an act.