Bogart's Cellar

Found an interesting and fantastic internet radio show that I haven't missed yet. The talk is witty and bizarre at times. The music ranges from retro to hard rock to blues to...well, you get the point. The show reaches a wide age span and even wider interests. So, if you're up for a good tickle and a treat for the ears...tune in!

Bogart's Cellar

An Italian Boy's Confession

I normally do not post jokes, poems, yes, but jokes, not so much. But this one I found to be extremely cunning and full of the holiday spirit. As the blessed holidays approach, you will find people becoming brutally animalistic to get what they want. Dollar signs invade the hearts and minds of all, leaving those who keep the spirit of giving alive year round feeling disgusted and on the verge of vomitting. Enjoy!

AN ITALIAN BOY'S CONFESSION

'Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
I have been with a loose girl'.

The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano ?'

'Yes, Father, it is.'

'And who was the girl you were with?'

'I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation'.

"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later
so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'

'I cannot say.'

'Was it little Teresa Aconito?'

'I'll never tell.'

'Was it Nina Capelli?'

'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'

'Was it Dolly Borsato?'

'My lips are sealed.'

'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'

'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'

The priest sighs in frustration.
'You're very tight lipped, and I admire that.
But you've sinned and have to atone.
You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months.
Now you go and behave yourself.'

Joey walks back to his pew,
and his friend Franco slides over and whispers,
'What'd you get?'

'Four months' vacation and five good leads.'

By Plane, Train And Blue Tattoos

My good buddy Durango, says that I get offered the most amazing trips from people I hardly know. That's how I got to go to Vegas during the summer for four sorta interesting days. Love the sights and sounds, but the company...well...not much to say about that. Thing is, once I'm there, I'm gonna have an amazing time, regardless of who I'm with. And why not? I've got one life to live and I intend on making the most of it. Okay, back to this trip offer thing.

I made friends on Jango with a fellow over in Japan. No, he's not Japanese, he's just stationed there. He just spent time in Singapore and is planning a trip to Ireland for the winter break. Then he casually mentions a ten day trip across Brazil and Argentina by rail in May and an invite, "Wanna come?".

Oh, I told him that my days of riding on the back of a stranger's motorcycle to follow the Grateful Dead were pretty much over. Well, then he mentions, "Brazilian steak houses, Argentina wine country, Cheap hotels.........its going to be epic."

Epic? Now that peaked my interest. He says that I have plenty of time to think about it and that he's the funnest guy he knows. So, one has to wonder...how many guys does he know and what exactly is his idea of fun?

Now, methinks I have some pondering to do...

Still Singing The Jango Blues

Remember a few days ago, or maybe it was further back...hmm...time is such a blur for me. Anywho, a man emailed me on Jango to inform me that the true path to righteousness is through the Roman Catholic church. I'm not even sure why he felt the need to convince me of this, so I didn't respond, but he emailed me again:

Hope I didn't freak you out too much on that last e-mail, Raven, but I'm pretty passionate about being Catholic Christian....I left home when I was 18 searching for God and going through all types of beliefs, finally read a book about the Early Church Fathers and couldn't deny the Catholic Church sounded just like what the early Christians(spiritually and belief-wise) were like. Two good sources if you were interested would be St. Ignatius of Antioch, and Justin Martyr...or Mike Aquilina has a book on the Early Church Fathers......Anyway, have a wonderful day and hope you find God in a meaningful way in your life!

God bless and peace to you, Steve.

Well, isn't that sweet...he hopes that I'll find God in a meaningful way...and on top of that...he even introduced himself to me. Hello, Steve... and here's my response:

Well, Steve...no, you didn't freak me out. And honestly "early church fathers" is another word for men that try to define God. Again, I'm not in search of the "right" religion. Only a true relationship with God. I read His Word, and have prayed and received the gift of interpretation, which according to the bible, any one of us can receive, with faith. Over the past three years since I separated from organized religion, I have found more truths and epiphanies than anyone could ever imagine. It is also not my job to spread what I know...unless someone asks. First, I'll tell you why I just can't get into Catholicism... With the coming of Jesus Christ...there was no more need for intercessory prayer or sacrifices...see Steve, he took all that away and the veil ripping in the holy of holies...is the symbolic and actual sign that ALL the rules that men have made up...are not required. To follow God...all you must do is LOVE HIM with all your heart, have faith and keep HIS commandments. Sorry, hun...


PS
You don't have to hope...I already have :-)

Why is it that when people leave home and do all sorts of really heinous stuff they call it "searching for God". Come on, you were sinning and you liked it, you bastard!

Singing The Jango Blues

I've been a member of Jango for quite some time. I figured out how to add friends to my wall, taking a term from Face Book, a few months ago. Until then, I listened to my music in peace. I like Jango because I am able to create countless radio stations to match my listening moods. One can add various artists from any genre, such as if I wanted I could have Evanescence and Cheap Trick on the same station, which by the way, I do. I digress, back to listening in peace.

Like I said, I had been listening in peace, then I started accepting friends. These new friends are from all over. You have several options. You can send an email, a one line shout or a thank you. I like the shouts and thank yous. Short and simple. The emails, not so much.

I accepted a friend request from someone named Stu. This Stu person wrote very lengthy emails to which I responded, sometimes in great length as well. Why not? I like to write and read, so it seemed absolutely normal. Oh, we discussed stuff such as religion and relationships, the usual.

Well, then...life happened. I got busier. Flood, surgery, school...you know, the normal stuff. I didn't go onto Jango for a few days, but when I did I had this miserable email from Stu informing me of how awful of a friend I was for ignoring him. I apologized for a bit of chaos in my life. He didn't accept and has deleted his profile from Jango...basically he no longer exists, well...in my world anyway.

How strange. Then I get an email from another fella, that wants to know my religion. Okay, I respond, informing him that I'm not affiliated with any religion that I'm a truth seeker. He then sends off this rather lengthy email informing me the true religion is Catholicism. I'm thinking...hey, when did I ask?

So, I'm thinking I just want to go back to listening to my music in peace...

A Walk Through The Buiral Grounds

Dusk...the in between time of day's end and night's begin beckoned to the revelers as they writhed warily amongst the headstones of the timeworn burial ground. The cemetery, protected by unbending Weeping Willows with bony branches, breached the night sky to pierce the sickening stillness. All those in attendance whispered a solemn prayer, trusting that the Omnipotent watcher would bequeath spoken boon. As the twilight slipped into darkness, the procession grew more solemn, the resolve a bit weakened like that of the branch of the frail Willow. Just a few more yards and the dare would be completed, triumph within grasp, but then a rasp shattered the stoic silence. The sound intensified and yet the distinct location couldn't be ascertained by the attendees. With never more the fiber to persevere...and stricken with a bolt of fear, they departed never completing the nighttime dare.

The Kiaser's Talk To Hell

While in the process of going through water logged items, I came across a box of my Great Great Grandfather Boliver's belongings. A pocket watch, a pair of spectacles and a poem, being typed and signed at the bottom by my Great Great Grandfather. Take a read, let me know...have you seen this before? If not, I can only infer that it was possibly composed by him.

The Kaiser's Talk To Hell

The Kaiser called the devil up
On the telephone one day
The girl at central listened
To all they had to say.

"Hello". She heard the Kaiser say,
Is old man Satan home?
Just tell him it is Kaiser Bill,
That wants him on the phone.

The devil said, "Hello" to Bill
and said "How are you?"
I'm running a hell here on earth
Now tell me what to do.

"What can I do" the devil said,
"My dear old Kaiser Bill,
If there's a thing that I can do,
To help you sure I will

The Kaiser said, "Now Listen
And I will try to tell
The way that I am running things
on earth a modern hell.

I've saved for this for many years
And I've started out to kill,
That it will be a modern job
You leave to Kaiser Bill

My army went thru Belgium
Shooting women and children down,
We tore up all her country
And blowed up every town.

My Zepps dropped bombs on Cities,
Killing both the old and young
And those the Zepplins didn't get
Were taken out and hung.

I started out for Paris,
With the aid of poisonous gas,
The Belgians, Darn them, stopped us
And would not let us pass.

My submarines are devils,
Why you should see them fight,
They go sneaking thru the sea
And will sink a ship at sight.

I was running things to suit me
Till a year or so ago,
Then a man called "Woodrow Wilson,
Wrote me to go slow.

He says to me, Dear William,
We don't want to make you sore
So be sure to tell your U-Boats,
To sink our boats no more.

We have told you for the last time,
So dear Bill its up to you,
And if you do not stop it
You'll have to fight us too.

I did not listen to him.
And he's coming after me,
With a million Yankee Sailors
From their home across the sea.

Now, that's why I called you Satan,
For I want advice from you
I know that you will tell me,
Just what I ought to do.

My dear old Kaiser William,
There's not much for me to tell
For the Yanks will make it hotter,
Than I ever could in Hell.

I've been a mean old devil
But not half as mean as you,
And the minute that you get here,
I will give the job to you.

I'll be ready for your coming,
And I'll keep the fires all bright
And I'll have your room all ready,
When the Yanks begin to fight.

For the boys in blue will get you,
I have nothing more to tell,
Hang up the phone and get your hat,
And meet me here in HELL.

D.F. Boliver

Love Your Enemies

"Haters of God and his people are to be hated... We must hate in the truest sense, which is to regard with extreme and active aversion, to consider as loathsome, odious, filthy, to detest. ...enemies are recognized by their intense dislike for his people and the work these are doing."

I'm agnostic...I have doubts, but I do know this...I'm not a hater. Why? Because Jesus said so...

"Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you." Matthew 5:44. 2 Cor. 11:12-15; 2 John 1: 9 - 11; Luke 6: 35

No Resistance

I just love those people who spout no resistance for the sake of their beliefs. Don't they realize they have the freedom to have those beliefs because of those that fought to prevent tyranny? I'm thinking more and more...we should of just let Hitler win... Just sayin'

Durango and I Make A Vow

I'm hoping that Mr. Durango is serious about us doing the Amazing Race together. I am in dire need of some physical activity that only the Dear Durango can provide. I remember when Durango used to be known as Doctor Durango...I could sure use some of his doctoring right about now.

I have tickets to the Black Label Society concert in Grand Prairie on the 30th of October. I had planned on attending said concert with my son and his girlfriend. Now, there are two things amiss that will cause me to fore go the event. First of all, my son is scheduled for ACL surgery this coming Wednesday and he no longer has a girlfriend. Well, the latter is of no consequence, but I can't very well take a hobbled crippled of a child with me to a Rock concert and honestly, I have no other friends that would even be interested. It was like last year when I had to attend the Cheap Trick concert by myself in Dallas.

Instead, since I have an Annie free weekend, I've decided to take in some local entertainment. Listen to a band that goes by the name of Sally Thieves. It just so happens that the drummer and I are on a first name basis.