Week Eight Day Five

Oh am I in a mood today.

OMI? Ohio Medical Institute?

Anyways. Let's get the number since yesterday -.8 for a running total of -23.4 I think.

Enough of that, now on to the more pertinent questions.

 

Was Jesus gay? Right, seems likely doesn't it? I mean the man hung out with dudes all the times, including a pair of brothers which I think is equivalent to bagging sisters for a straight guy. He had his own fag hag in Mary Magdalene, although now that I think about 'fag hag' might be politically incorrect. He hung out with religious old guys when he was twelve, generally a chance for pedophilia in that situation. Finally, he always appears very well groomed with his long hair and full beard even in a time when impeccable grooming had to be a pain in the ass. Also, the temptations of Christ never mention sex, just food, drink, property and outside assistance from angels. Just strange that a guy who clearly had a way with people never had a list of conquests longer than his outstretched arms. It's not like the bible shied away from mentioning sex, often and sometimes in detail, yet Jesus is said to stay away from contact with women. Of course at some point much, much later the Catholic church interprets this behavior to mean that priests need to be celibate "like Jesus" in order to minister to the faithful. Wow, so they go from covering up one man's behavior to creating generations of criminals who pretend to be celibate while carrying on affairs with men and women and unfortunately with boys and girls too.

 

Why don't we cure diseases anymore? We have a ton of treatments these days, but when was the last cure for a disease discovered and given to people? Polio? 1952 for Salk and 1962 for Sabin. I am from one of the last years children were given the small pox vaccine because that disease had been all but eradicated. Now cancer has been around for a long time and trillions of dollars have been spent on research, TRILLIONS. No cure. HIV and AIDS have been around for probably forty years and no cure. We've advanced medical science to the point where liposuction and child birth are out-patient procedures now and we have pills to make even the most flaccid of men truly hard chargers. We can treat cancer and we can treat HIV. Really expensive and generally lifelong treatments. Saw it coming with the Herpes. Used to be a venereal disease could be cured with a quick shot of the penicillin and a note to use a condom when you don't know where it's been before you. Now, it's for life and we can treat it. Can't cure it, sorry, no profits in that, but those treatments are making a fortune for us.

 

And why are people allergic to peanuts all of the sudden? Was George Washington Carver killing folks left and right hundreds of years ago and medicine was so backward they just wrote off those deaths as consumption before going back to their delicious PB&J sandwiches? No one I grew up with didn't eat peanut butter in some way; cookies, on crackers, the freaks had it on celery stalks or in a delightful PB, Banana and Marshmallow Fluff sandwich. Now if you invite friends over you need a list of dietary requirements and an adrenaline shot.

 

Finally, what would you do if you won the lottery? I ask myself this every time the number gets over $100 million mostly because that is the number I think you need to be set for life. At 100, you get about 35 in a onetime payment and even if you don't invest a penny and accrue no interest that's 1 million a year for 35 years and much longer than I expect to be alive at this point. So after I clear all my debts and make sure my name is clean in all 50 states and a few foreign countries where I may or may not be persona non grata right now I'd help out my Mom anyway she saw fit and I'd help out my brother as I saw fit. Then I'd probably disappear and really that just means no more full time work, no more schedules of 'have tos' and 'need tos' as all my time would go to 'want tos' and 'why nots'. If you called me, I might be cheering on the bulls in Pamplona or pissing off the top of the Eiffel Tower. More likely I'd be in a nicely set-up house playing a video game on a computer system that cost as much as the house while watching a movie on some sort of concept 3-D projection system. I'd also love to do a documentary on the first year after winning the lottery and follow the events as they unfold from a 3^rd party perspective. Then go to Cannes and bang coked out celebrities while winning the Palme d'Or and thanking my Mom and random luck.

 

What? Too much caffeine this morning? So what!