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Marjorie, Muertos & Manna.

Scary, Dead, Money.

Marjorie.  As if the world around us isn’t scary enough, earlier this week was the one night of the year where adults encourage their children to disguise themselves and go door to door asking for handouts.  Clearly a Democrat celebration.  I find the entire affair rather Pagan and un-Christian.  However, in the Spirit (so to speak) of the season, I answered my door in my scariest ensemble for handing out candy to the children.  All I needed was a used wig and a bowl full of lies and presto………I’m Marjorie Taylor Greene.  The children were unfazed but several parents needed medics.  BOO!

Muertos.  The Mexicans were in full array this week for their annual celebration of the dead.  (Seems like an oxymoron, but I don’t know that word in Mexican!)  Dia de los Muertos brings out the face paint, skulls and flowers to remember those passed on.  I have to admire that it is a joyful celebration of remembrance rather than mourning.  And celebrants remember funny events and anecdotes about the departed, thus making it somewhat silly.  I need to start celebrating this Mexican fiesta.  Lord knows there are some dead people I’d like to still make fun of!  But for this year, I painted my face for Brother Jordan and told some stories.

Manna.  Here’s something else that is both scary and immoral…….GAMBLING!  Specifically, the lottery. The way fine people will throw away their hard earned money for a minuscule chance to win manna from Heaven is a mystery to me.  And the more money thrown into this cauldron of chance, the more the Devil himself tempts by raising the potential winnings into stratospheric proportions.  As I type this, the alleged “powerball” lottery is over $1 BILLION dollars.  Money is the root of all evil.  Yet awestruck desperadoes will fork over cash to dream of becoming neighbors with Brothers Musk and Bezos.  Listen, I am going to buy ONE ticket with change from my sofa.  And if I win this preposterous gamble, I will never more leave my home, lest I be struck by lightning, since the odds would be clearly on my side for better or worse.  In the meantime, I’ll be watching the results.  After all, a 10% tithe to my ministry by the winner would certainly buy a lot of hats.