I can tell you one true thing. In all the semantics and hairsplitting of ACON"s and FOO's and GC's and NF's and any other acronym you choose, every one reading these words will one day be dead.I think everyone is hoping to be somewhere else when it happens.
And I think the same way.
I haven't found it yet. But if there is a loop hole somewhere that will allow me to side step this foolishment, I am going to find it.
Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.
I am not so sure the personalty disordered among us are able to integrate the reality of this with how they live their lives.
My mother is close to 80. Her devotion to emergency room histrionics, and playing up to a multitude of doctors, had worked against her better health.
She is on blood thinners. Blood pressure med's.
She gets so many med's from so many doctors I couldn't keep track of them all. And this is before she threw my paperwork to keep track of it in the trash.
Yet the way she treats her family would make you think she is never going to die. I was the last one on board to help her and she let me have it with both gas-lit barrels.
This is where I will say that her insanity prevails over garden variety meanness.
She cut the last person that would attend to her needs and washed him out to sea. Like bilge-water up and out the pipes.
People who have gotten the whiff of her having some money from the farm will quid pro quo her on the instant heir program. Small time lottery winners.
She now depends on the kindness of strangers.
A twenty first century Blanche Du Bois.
Hows that working out for you ma?
Your kids don't want the farm money.
Now that it's been tainted by your grubby dick beaters.