Pleasure principle

     There are some things built into the human brain.  A conscience, an innate sense of right and wrong is not one of them.  The first thing that forms I  think Freud called the Id; I call it the pleasure principle. The Freudian model of a human mind consists of the Id, unrestrained search for some desire; the Ego which grows in strength until it controls the Id and makes it possible to live with other beings, and the Super Ego; called a conscience, a sense of right and wrong.
     The Id is part and parcel of our personal fantasy world.  The things and feelings we really want to do or experience but are constrained by laws, religion or society.  Our Id set free to roam at will in imagination.  Our inner happiness depends on how much of our fantasy world we can bring into reality without hurting our self or anyone else.  Sexual impulses are the strongest force in the human mind and body.  Nature made it so to insure reproduction.  I'm reminded of the angry old lady who called the police to report a man exposing himself and masturbating.  When the police couldn't see him, she explained "you have to climb this fence, go halfway up the ladder on this water tower and use these 20 power binoculars and there he is, plain as day and I'm offended."  Actually both the unknown man and the old lady fulfilled their fantasy world, both were happy and no one got hurt.  This is the way life should be - nobody hurt.

Windows 10

     If you are planning to download Windows 10 to upgrade, wait a while.  Of course, the download and installation are free.  Even Microsoft couldn't get away with charging money for it.  Actually they should send us a check for helping to make it a sellable product. As I write there is a note at the top telling me that the browser they detected is unsupported.  It instructs me to choose from a list of supported browsers.  I am using Edge that they must have detected.  On the prescribed list is Edge.  Explain that to me.  The browser has a habit of simply shutting down and refusing to respond to anything. One has to then sign out and log back in with the password.  Only then will Edge re-open by clicking on it's icon.   This only happens 6 or 8 times a session. Re-start sometimes from where it quit, but sometimes forgetting everything that happened.  It becomes exasperating.  Maybe it's my machine but I lean toward software.  I'm waiting for money from Microsoft but I'm afraid it's going to be a long wait'

Denial of Service (DOS)

      Today is the day after Christmas also now known as denial of service day.  During last year, I wrote about it being the cell phone generation.  This coming generation, I think will be known as the tablet generation.  Every teen or young person now have a tablet in addition to their cell phone.  Nearly all retailers sold beaucoup of these new electronic marvels.  All the new users immediately turned them on today to enjoy their new treasures and found them unlike what the advertisement told them.  You were supposed to flit from Facebook to Twitter to U-Tube effortlessly.  Instead, they moved sluggishly until they got to U-Tube and found it closed.  Their biggest servers simply couldn't handle the massive overload.  Denial of Service. Dancers were shoulder to shoulder, the doorman couldn't fit anymore and hung a closed sign outside the ballroom.  This won't last long.  Net providers  are working 26 hours a day at the behest of disgruntled advertisers eager to reach these new multitudes.
      I think the new Windows 10 will be Microsofts Edsel of the electronic world.   Ford overcame its mistake and Microsoft will too.   Just have a little patience.  Every expected this boom but no one anticipated it's sheer size.  Right now you are actually living what will become history.

          

Capitalists and reality

      “There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs."
       Quote by John Rogers in comment by Akadjian.

     I read both of these books in my late teens.  I have to admit I thought capitalism and conservatism were the way to go.  I grew up in smalltown, Texas.  In the fifties of 20th century America; the economy and our town was booming.  We had a town drunk, a crazy man who walked the streets, going nowhere but neither one was homeless.   We had the requisite 10% black people and two Mexicans that I remember.  That was the extent of our diversity.   Being a voracious reader, I couldn't envision myself remaining there the rest of my life.  In time, I left for College.  Encountering the real world, real ideas and real people was like an electric shock to me.  Like after EST, my whole viewpoint was altered and like a minor epiphany I realized that Ayn Rand was as full of crap as a Christmas goose.  It's why I became a lifelong progressive socialist democrat.  I never got rich but mainly because I invested in children instead of stocks and real estate.  I have never regretted that choice.  If  I was 18 and knowing where I am now, I would do exactly the same thing.  Nothing could replace the pride I feel at their accomplishments, their children and their love.
        

Guns and love

     It's incongruent that in this country,  a man with his son walk proudly into a gun store to purchase the boy's first killing machine.  A gun designed to cause injury, pain, suffering and probably death to some animal or human.  They leave to go shoot at paper targets in preparation for killing something.
     In olden days, they had the excuse of obtaining food for themselves and their families.  But with the coming of Kroger and Ralphs and Safeway and Great Eastern, they no longer need a quest for sustenance and can give free rein to an innate bloodlust.  They call it sport; I call it sickness.
     On the other hand, this same pair will slink into a drugstore. sidle up to the counter and in almost a whisper, ask for a pack of condoms.  They are ashamed they are probably going to perpetrate an act of love between two people.  Shame, shame, shame.  In this topsy-turvy world we live in, love and tenderness are bad, killing is good.  How did we ever come to this pass?  If we can discover how and why, maybe we can set things right.    

Changes

     Lots of people don't like change.  They both hate and fear it.  They comprise the  pessimists of this world.   They are called  conservatives.  Ostensibly because they want to conserve what is or was instead of what could be.  In political circles, they are usually Republicans.  People on the other side are Progressives.  They are usually Democrats.  I don't think independents have settled on a name for themselves as yet.  Sooner or later the mass media will call them something.  I expect Trump will come up with something derogatory when he notices most of them are not his supporters.
     I always tried to teach children to just expunge the word 'never' from their vocabulary.  Change is a constant of life.  If you think you  never change, you are probably dead, then you change slowly into dust.  The world, yourself and society is constantly evolving and becoming different from what existed yesterday.  Looking back to what I wrote about faith and religion,  there is a flow to existence that is always positive.  Once you find that current and join with it you will no longer fear changing and probably register to vote as a Democrat.  Feel the Bern.



  

Epiphany

     Most people think of the word 'epiphany' in a religious context like the feast of the Epiphany commemorating  the realization of the divinity of Christ by the Magi, but in a secular sense, it is a sudden revelation or insight into some work or study.  Actually, it's quite a experience when it happens.  It happened to me only three times in my lifetime that stand out in memory, two times in my teens and once recently.  There might have been others bur minor in nature and soon forgotten.     

     It was a fishing trip with my father and uncle. I was chafing at my dad's constant admonitions;  don't stand up in the boat, put on your life jacket, don't tangle your line, etc.   Seething with anger, I thought of  a way to get back at him.  I would smile pleasantly, do every thing he wanted cheerfully and that would really piss him off.  As you can guess, a change in attitude changed me rather than him.  I began to enjoy the trip and had this sudden sharp realization that he loved me, wanted me to be happy and my whole family was complete with me in it.

     I had struggled for months trying to learn plane geometry.  I had worked through sample problems over and over and just couldn't get it.  I was frustrated and my instructor was annoyed.  One spring afternoon sitting at my school desk and staring out the window thinking about it when a miracle happened.  Suddenly It all came clear.  Something clicked into place and I could see and understand the whole concept, I knew then I would be able to solve any problem in the subject.
      My third epiphany is happening as I write.  In my last post, I reported being taken hostage.  Windows 8.1 has been on my laptop since forever.  I tried to work with it and quickly gave up.  These last four days or so, I had to live with it being unable to escape easily.  In my efforts, I learned a lot and ended up with a combination of Windows 8, Chrome, Explorer and Google Plus.  I'm understanding how windows 8 works and am able to manipulate it to my satisfaction.  I'm reminded of a Johnny Cash song about stealing a Cadillac from the plant one piece at a time.     

Microsoft/Google War

    Having to write tonight in an unfamiliar realm.  I made the mistake of using a couple of facets of Windows 8.1 in an incursion  with the result that Microsoft caught my browser, Chrome, and replaced it with Explorer.   Try as I might, I found Explorer had lodged itself as my default and locked out any change to anything else.  Inadvertently, I became a hostage in an internecine war  between Microsoft and Google.  All my bookmarks were confiscated and being translated into a foreign language  and I was unable to write my blog yesterday.  
    After an evening, most of a night and all morning searching, I was finally able to find and retrieve my bookmarks, now called favorites.  Such a strange new language.  But as most hostages do, I will make myself comfortable and wait for a rescue, a truce or prisoner exchange and make occasional attempts to escape.   With concentrated effort, I should be fluent in Explorer as I have access to communication with Google people here who can help.  For now, I'm stuck with Yahoo for searching.  Need to replace that.  People here use Bing.  I think Bing is the bottom tier of search engines.  I really miss Google.

Freedom

      I have a very dear friend I know possesses what's generally known as a free spirit.  She's like a beautiful bird that would wither and die if she were ever confined to a cage, unable to soar across a sky that's her true element.  One can love her but never possess her.  If one is fortunate, she will love you with a fierce intensity and loyalty,  Her love is gentle and kind but if someone tries to hurt her friends, her family or her, she will defend in a most fearsome manner.  I could write on and on about her spirit and never do her justice.  I am only thankful to God every day that she paused in her flight to her destiny to become my wife and helpmate.  Nothing more need be said today.

Right Wingers

     Right Wingers, the more rabid ones used to call themselves "tea baggers" until one of the more worldly of their group learned what the expression referred to.  Right Wingers are not the shiniest ornaments on the tree, cognition wise.   Now they are Conservatives although what they are conserving is any body's guess.  But certainly not intelligence, logic or common sense because that seems in short supply in the comment section of  their favorite websites.  I love to respond to their writings with remarks of my own often eliciting insults, anger and other negative emotions on their end.  There are other trolls like me on their turf taking delight in what we call "rattling their cages."
For example go to columns on sites like The Daily Caller, Newsmax or Media Matters.  Go to comments at the end and read the garbage.  If you run across some wise ass reply to a dumb comment by 'Forthi' that would be me..  A Trump supporter told me I shouldn't denigrate Donald because I hadn't made millions of dollars.or married a supermodel wife.  I replied I didn't start with a million dollars from Daddy, never filed numerous bankruptcies leaving other people to pay millions of dollars in Trump debts.  And in my eyes my wife is more beautiful than any supermodel trophy wife. That was the end of that thread.
      Let's support Bernie Sanders for President.  If Diogenes and his lantern were still around, he would find Bernie sooner or later.
 

Republican Debate?

    Not so much a debate as  "bash the president" & "bash each other" & "who is most kooky" events except all together in prime time instead of presented piecemeal on daily news and other comedy shows.  A cornucopia of bigotry, ignorance and hatred.  A Christmas present for conservative voters and other idiots.
    If I seem to be down on Republican presidential candidates, I certainly am.   I have enough sense to know they are working to make America into a Christian theocracy.  Like Muslims following Sharia law, they want to do away with secular law and impose Biblical law.  They want to turn women into chattel owned by them totally, according to what they interpret as Biblical commands. They disown Jesus as some weakling pussy with His love thy neighbor craziness.  He should have been banned in the first place and finally got what he deserved for meddling in politics.
    I think that while reading the holy book, just substituting Republican for Pharisee you can get a perfect idea of their mindset and agenda.  I am not a Republican or a Christian.  I am a free man with free will living in a free country.  I plan to remain exactly that.  Next year I will vote for Bernie Sanders, a  free,honest and truthful man.      

Brain Files

I practice mindfulness meditation during my morning breathing treatment using a nebulizer.  I felt really extra drowsy this afternoon, having missed my noontime short siesta.  I read somewhere that it's beneficial for old people to take naps during the day.   Now although I don't consider myself old by any means, it might also be good for a youngster like me.  So I kind of fell into a good habit of napping about 2 hours in the morning about  9 to 11 and again from 1 to 2. Today while meditating, my mind hit on a theme of poetry.  I was remembering a huge file of lines from poems I read only once and couldn't remember where or when. Sometimes only one or two lines although I feel like the whole poem is in there somewhere.   Of the billions of neurons in the human brain. I'm sure there is a personal compendium of  a  "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations"  floating around in there somewhere.  The trIck is to find the index drawer.  There has to be a way.  So I've decided on the basis of wild, random thoughts to start searching for some trace of that key that will open up this treasure.  No matter that a multitude of Indian and Buddhist thinkers haven't found or taught that key.  Or maybe they have and they won't tell you unless you ask. So it may be just a matter of formulating the right question.  Google has a lot of answers.  I found the poem I remembered several lines from.  It was in a science fiction magazine in September of 1960.  Today I remembered lines I read 55 years ago. Google is pretty good but they will never match this wondrous brain in which God really lives.

Houston Mayor

Sylvester Turner is the newly elected mayor of  Houston, Texas replacing Anise Parker.  Mr. Turner happens to be a black man while Ms. Parker is an avowed Lesbian.  Her election a few years ago was applauded by another minority group in Houston; the homeless community.  We thought that she would be understanding of a daily search for food and shelter. She helped by making sure all the dumpsters in the city were locked and anyone caught eating any food from them would be arrested and jailed.   The next thing was selling Christmas gift bags for people to give to homeless people begging on the street.  This cheap plastic bag contained an assortment of little items like little tooth brushes and a tiny tube of toothpaste, a bar of soap the size you find in motel bathrooms and various items you could buy from a Dollar Store for less than a five dollar bill.  She charged good-hearted people $20.00 each.   I personally never saw an accounting of the cash profit from this sale.  Word on the street is it went into mayor Parker's pocket.  I don't have any teeth but I had about twenty tubes of toothpaste and toothbrushes.  I and many others would have preferred that bag had contained a gift coupon for a hamburger and/or a coke from MacDonald's on the corner.  Many of us could use that more than any bag of crap.  What good are clean teeth without anything to bite, chew or swallow.
This year she decided the gift bag scam wouldn't work again.  Her hatred of the homeless reached full flower this year when she decided all of them were to be given misdemeanor tickets they couldn't pay and warrants issued for the police to take them to jail for Merry Christmas this December 25th.
   The hope we felt when a minority like us was elected those years ago.we are feeling again with Mr. Turner.  A poet said "hopes springs eternal in the human breast."

Homeless Yes -- Hopeless No

  Homeless often means a prior life and any return to it is out of the question.  Especially when one is advanced in years.  There are as many reasons for this situation as there are individuals experiencing it.  Young or old, no one comes with a pocket full of money, a big retirement account or a government check that is usually not enough for one person to live on for a month. Few people come to this estate without being sick, needing medication or getting that way with exposure to the elements and the many dangers that live outdoors.  Many would like nothing better than to get straightened out with the available help.  But lacking transportation or communication is a big roadblock.  There are people with alcohol and/or drug dependency whose illness keeps them from help.  Church groups come around with food and clothing in one hand and bibles in the other.  They get angry if the next time they visit, their victim is not a devoted follower of their view of how to live life.
   As to daily living, it's easy to imagine if you have ever gone camping outdoors.  But also imagine that without a camp stove, a freezer chest with food and water, a portable toilet or even a tattered tent to stay dry sometimes.  That's what it's like having to beg people for food who sneer at you and insult you.  The police are another matter and will be discussed in another installment.  This year it's worse than it's been in the past.  I'm trying to research the reasons why and will writh about it.

Post Polio

When I was a little boy about four years old, there was an epidemic of Infantile Paralysis or Polio  sweeping areas of the nation.  Since I tended to catch everything from chicken pox to head lice simultaneously, naturally I caught it.  All the local hospitals were full.  Luckily I came to the attention of what we then called a jack-leg preacher, meaning one not associated with any recognized sect or religious persuasion other than Christianity.  Like a medical general practitioner; a general practice sky pilot.  In any case, he was a Mason at the local temple and a higher up like a 300th degree or something.  Regardless of what he appeared, he was a good, compassionate person and embodied the acts and personage of Jesus Himself.  I heard another such man say "don't tell me what you believe, tell me what you do and I will tell you what you believe."  To make a long story longer, with the assistance of this master string puller, I was with my father  armed with a handful of rationed gas coupons on my way to Dallas with the ultimate destination being Scottish Rite Hospital, the best polio specialists in the world there.  They worked with me sporadically for eight years through paralysis, braces, crutches, a drop foot problem and finally intricate muscle graft surgery to enable me to walk almost normally and play high school football.
  Years later, they found the true viciousness of polio.  Irreparable damage to the spinal cells that control muscle tone and strength.  In my golden years, the process I went through at four years old I experience again, except in reverse.  I have gone from a cane to a walker until finally to my wheelchair.  I can't really complain, though.  From an itinerant preacher to the groups of Masons and Shriners that opened their hearts and wallets to pay for my care, to a great innovative surgeon, Dr Carroll, to a young nurse named Ms. Tallant who sang at night to make us forget the pain from surgery; they gave me a wonderful life of 78 years now.  I am eternally grateful.  

Plagirism

Not feeling well tonight so I will steal some comments by Bernie Sanders regarding Donald Trump's plans regarding Muslims.

Democratic presidential candidate Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-VT) reacted to Donald Trump’s call to ban all Muslims from entering the United States by stressing that Trump’s plan is based on weakness and fear.

In a statement, Donald Trump called for Muslims to be banned from entering the US.

Trump said, “Without looking at the various polling data, it is obvious to anybody the hatred is beyond comprehension. Where this hatred comes from and why we will have to determine. Until we are able to determine and understand this problem and the dangerous threat it poses, our country cannot be the victims of horrendous attacks by people that believe only in Jihad, and have no sense of reason or respect for human life. If I win the election for President, we are going to Make America Great Again.”

Sen. Sanders fired back by pointing out the Trump is nothing more than a demagogue who is looking to divide the country, “Demagogues throughout our history have attempted to divide us based on race, gender, sexual orientation or country of origin. Now, Trump and others want us to hate all Muslims. The United States is a great nation when we stand together. We are a weak nation when we allow racism and xenophobia to divide us.”

                              ==   Vamonos y votar por Bernie Sanders   ===

Courage

I once lived in a mostly Hispanic neighborhood.  The men there placed much store on their nerve and courage.  Young men, far from home working week after week at arduous and often dangerous jobs; when a holiday cane around like the 4th of July or Cinco de Mayo, it's fiesta time.  These same young men, full of piss and vinegar, cerveza, tequila and music set out to impress the young. available girls in the area.  To this end, they play a game called "quien es mas macho" which involved holding a lit firecracker in their teeth the longest without spitting it out.  Luckily I lost a front tooth playing high school football.  When they tried to get me involved, I opened my mouth,showed the gap and said "I played last year."  They clapped me on my back and named me "macho man."  I got to go along with the boisterous group when we took this year's mas macho men to the local emergency ward.
   I couldn't help but remember that day as I watched the Republican presidential candidates vying to be mas macho in dealing with Syrian refugees, terrorist plots, their fearful and terrified voter base of support. And with Donald Trump.
   Reading the comments on right wing websites, I learned that Fox News is advising children to rush the shooter if ever confronted with an armed psychopath.  Half the commentators agreed while the rest bragged about what they would do in such a situation. Thank heaven their chance of an encounter with an armed terrorist is so infinitesimal that  they stand a far better chance of being hit by frozen waste from an airline toilet.
  I thought about what might change their misconceptions and realize that facts would only solidify their erroneous mindset.  It's part of an emotional belief system and any attempt at reason would be the same as my favorite aphorism; "never arm wrestle with a chiropractor."  All I can really do is Vamonos y votar por Bernie Sanders.  Let's go vote.

My Rules

When I first started posting on a semi-regular basis, I thought for along time about what I wanted to commit to view by other people.  At first I only posted for my family to read.   I wrote about daily life and soon realized that no one was really interested in knowing I visited a drugstore searching for something to relieve the itch caused by my case of athletes foot.  They were more interested in what I thought about a new TV show that just aired.  They could relate to watching TV while their feet weren't itching.     In short, they wanted to know my opinions to see if it matched up with theirs.
   To gain insight, I began to go to controversial websites, read the message and the comments by other readers.  I finally got up the nerve to post a comment of my own in reply to another readers comment.  In that initial foray, I was chastised as being a complete idiot by this person.  From that point on, I was hooked.  I replied that only an ignorant moron could make his comment in the first place.  A few others agreed with me on that and a blog was born.  I decided to set up some rules for myself.  I never worry about pissing someone off.  That's their problem, not mine.  Too many of my family agreed with me in thinking I would be flattered enough to give up this foolishness.  So I went public.  Now I'm thinking about going to Google+ public and see what response I get.  Since I think without any limits on subject, personal or otherwise, I will go to my Rules again and say anything without limits.  If I live it and think it I will write it.   The final rule.  Don't  keep writing after you run out of what you wanted to say.  Invoked now.

Disappointment

One trait I seem to have been born with  is too much empathy.  This is a virtue when the people nearest to me are experiencing joy and happiness.  I feels wonderful to me to experience the good times along with them.  It becomes a curse when they are fraught with disappointment, emotional pain and depression.  This is especially true when the person I am closest to and love the most is having these feelings.  I feel them so severely that I become almost paralyzed; unable to perform any action whatever.  Frustrated with knowing there is nothing I can do to alleviate their pain.  From past experiences I know that I have to concentrate as much as possible on something else with that part of my mind still functional.  Writing helps, so I write a letter to them drawing on my own past actions and how they were overcome with something other than time.  When I get knocked down I concentrate on getting back up.  I remember once when I was a little boy getting knocked down by a schoolyard bully.  I would get up and get knocked down again.  Finally after four or five times he pleaded with me, with tears in his eyes "just stay down so I can quit;" then I got up again and he ran away crying.  He never bothered me again either.  I always try to think life is like that bully.  Just don't stop getting back up and you will always win sooner or later.  The only way life can keep me down is get death to help.  I will still put up a hell of a fight before I go down for good.  Count on that.

Serendipity

The concept that I wrote about before in a post called "Faith and Religion" is that there is a force in nature and the universe that is always flowing forward and positively good for everyone.  Once you find that flow and join with it, another component comes into play and creates some unseen force that senses your desires for something and tries to satisfy those desires in the best way possible.  Often this takes the form of something greater and better for us.  When that happens, it's known as serendipity.  In my own life, one of my most ardent desires was that someone I love very much would be able to move from a tent in the woods to some place safer and warmer.  That unseen force kicked in and sent someone to offer both the things I wanted and much more besides.  Serendipity.   Unity describes this unseen force as the spirit of God living in the spiritual life of our humanity.  God doesn't live in the clouds somewhere, He lives within ourselves.  We were never created to be miserable but to have life and enjoy our time in this dimension until our spiritual being moves on.  As Jesus said "jn my father's house there are many rooms."  I take that to mean there are many planes of spiritual existence.  On our journey through this earthly life we need always to remember that we were created out of love by a force unseen by us but have faith that it is always there and  unchanged by any of our actions.  We are loved unconditionally.  

Thankfulness

First, I need to apologize to everyone who reads me faithfully for my lack of writing anything for the last several days.  Although I don 't like to blame anything other than myself, I have to admit there are two things I just cannot eat; chicken and whole kernal corn.  I think chicken eating is psychological.  After a meal of fried chicken, a gallstone lodged in a bile duct and my pancreas starting eating itself.  After nearly dying and much morphine and other drugs, I came to and refused to let them operate which turned out would have killed me.  After weeks, my gall bladder was removed and a shunt was installed to continually drain a cyst that had formed on my pancreas.  This happened almost twenty years ago and I'm still here.  So I no longer eat chicken.  Since our dog found my false teeth and mostly ate them, I can no longer chew corn.  There is one consolation though, without teeth, I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue.  Not many people can do that. It teaches me to be thankful for little things.    Sometimes I get down with my inability to do much for my family.  I feel like my writing on faith and religion is nothing like reality,
                                               I start thinking 

  Then along comes some people that share my beliefs about sharing and giving back some of their faith in life and restore my brain to generate good thoughts again.  I will again share them with all of you by resuming my writing.  As Unity pastor Howard Caesar always closes his talks "May God bless all of you."

Crimes and Punishments

This week in a major city, where I unfortunately reside, there were three instances of jealousy prompting shooting 3 women with 1 surviving; 2 men were shot to death with 1 killing himself  and the last man standing is in jail.  I'd always heard that in this state, it was OK to kill a man messing with your wife or live-in girlfriend but you can't shoot her in the process.  Strange as it seems, the man in jail won't be charged with murder of the cuckolding, man but he will stand trial for assault on his wife, only wounding her with 2 gunshots.  Lucky for him he wasn't a very good shooter.  Since he is white, he will probably get a light sentence or probation.  If he had been black though, he surely would be facing 20 years to life in prison.  Nowadays, the severity of the crime has nothing whatever to do with the severity of the punishment.
   Maybe it was better in the old west days.  G,W, Bush and a lot of other Republicans would be hanging in trees around the country  Or following the bible they love so dearly, they would have to have some surgery on their penis's to remove the foreskin God seems to hate so much before open heart surgery with someone's sword.  At least we can still dream about justice.