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Once again, academia tries to destroy creationism and God.
“California State University Northridge fired a scientist after he discovered soft tissue on a triceratops fossil, indicating that dinosaurs roamed the earth only thousands of years in the past rather than going extinct 60 million years ago. (Facebook)”
a video from Sheena Rose (@SheenaRose92) about XXX Church after EXXXOTICA… enough said!
An old friend of mine from elementary (primary) and high (secondary) school died this past Sunday of a heart attack at the age of 43 — not too old for cardiac thrombosis. It could’ve been prevented, but he didn’t go to a doctor to inquire about the three-day chest pain he had.
Some of our old friends and acquaintances seem honestly heartbroken judging the various messages in Facebook I’ve seen coming from half a world away. These people (some still good friends of mine) might have really loved him or perhaps they’re merely reacting to their selfish mortality. In any case, it’s the second or third death so far and won’t be the last.
I personally don’t feel anything. Maybe I’m too used to the Reaper, having cheated death more times that I can remember — perhaps five (5) times. Of course, the specter of death begotten on 9/11 is burnt into my psyche too — especially the lingering stench of the ashes of thousands in the brisk air of that unforgettable September Tuesday morn.
Maybe I’ll remember him when I hear the first album by Black Sabbath or some other rock record. Perhaps he’ll simply fade and I’d unconsciously opt to ignore or forget him again. After all, finishing high school not only meant the conclusion of the worst years of my life, but also the end of hypocrisy and false friendships whether the other person in the equation knew about this or not.
My real friends of several decades will be shocked by these words, but I shouldn’t care anymore.
Le roi est mort. Vive le roi! *
One of my cousins (daughter of a maternal first-cousin of my father) found me in Facebook. I normally wouldn’t respond since no one really cares about this black sheep outsider, but this was different. This was Tina — the one who would rescue me from boring (painfully dull) family events and introduced me to The Rolling Stones as well as Indian food and even her faith in Islam. She, her younger sister, my oldest sister and my only brother are about the same age. They were close growing up and still are fairly close nowadays. I accepted her as a friend and sent her a message, which she responded shocking me.
“Tina, it’s great to see you again. I see that you haven’t changed. I’m surprised that you asked me to ‘friend’ you. After all, I don’t have any relation with anyone in the Boniffaccini side of the family starting with my dad.”
“I love you. You’re my baby cousin. Who you have or don’t have contact with is irrelevant. I was so happy to find you!”
Not too many things touch my heart, but my cousin’s words should did.