The Reluctant Duodenum

there’s a boatload of argument about pineapple in this world- for some it is a nasty, overly sweet tropical disaster waiting to stick between your teeth and cause your blood sugar to spike, for others it is the best friend of your delightful little duodenum, that funnel where all the food goes down on the way to AdventureLand. Pineapple contains bromelain, which is a word I often misspell or mispronounce, especially when suddenly and without warning, my mind starts thinking in French. The duodenum loves bromelain because it helps break down the Chicken Korma from that Chef Tandoori meal you ate that tasted more like the container than real curry. The duodenum adores bromelain after you gorged yourself on chips, french onion dip, and coca cola at 1 o’clock in the morning while watching Godzilla Versus The Swamp Monster. But, the duodenum absolutely jumps for joy when bromelain rushes to the scene of that kitchen nightmare heading down your long and winding road…rushing through your body on a one-way ticket to the toilet bowl…

Bromelain seems like a really good idea for those of us who like to have a clean colon. As you know, a clean colon is a happy colon. But while bromelain can be found in pineapple, eating pineapple everyday can be detrimental for those more intestinally-challenged among us. This is why a bottle of bromelain tablets from the health food/natural food/holistic food establishment can provide the bromelain our body wants…and needs…to fend off the gurgles within, and provide one’s inner workings with a beneficial healing agent.

Back in the day, when papaya was cheaper here, my primary source of bromelain came from a diet rich in this wonderful fruit. But, not being in a region where it grew, my habit became a bit pricey when other people finally discovered papaya, and suddenly, people were cutting up little chunks, and sticking them in fruit salads…so, pineapple became the cheaper alternative.

Now I am not, nor have ever been, a doctor, but I have lived enough decades that I can get a senior discount from an 18 year old in the drive thru who thinks I am a “really old man.” That being said, I believe you will find sage advice in combating digestive discomfort by employing the use of bromelain tablets or eating a healthy regimen of pineapple and/or papaya. I have found this beneficial in combating the gurgles and bloating associated with eating items the intestines consider foreign objects. In my travels, I have consumed many of these adventurous foods with less destruction than before my bromelain regimen.

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respect all

today, while i was shopping at a local supermarket, i was verbally accosted by an employee who spouted off propaganda like a fascist, threatening to have me thrown out of her employer’s store because of my religion.

i live in the USA. Freedom of religion is enshrined in our constitution.

Her employer, her manager, has no problems with kicking out Christians because he also does not like what they believe. I heard it from his very mouth.

Of course, I may never shop at that store again. They may never get another penny of my income. And, that would be fine. Except…

This same store has a set of posted “Company Morals,” including one that demands their employees “respect all.”

How do you respect all when you discriminate against Christians?

You don’t. You’re a hypocrite.

Welcome to the USA, 2021 edition…and a crooked and perverse generation.

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Thanks to all my viewers (readers) from far and wide….

Thelostkerryman just hit the 10,000 view mark!

Unfortunately, yours truly is recovering from another surgery, so it may be a week or so before I post again.

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Thank You

If we were in a B Movie, we would still say the plot has been substandard. The acting… downright poor…with shoddy sets…and painful dialogue. Nothing is predictable except that the next chapter will be even more ludicrous than the previous one.

which is why i am grateful…in a time when having an ulcer might be more enjoyable than perusing some websites…that WordPress has continued to be a stalwart defender of general discourse, detailed discourse, and civil discourse. the same cannot be said for every purveyor of discourse, especially those who have removed sanity from their stated parameters.

if you have not already done so, support wordpress by continuing to read, write, and share the best from this site…from those of us who have been here for years, to the ones just discovering the surface of this new world for themselves.

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Musings at Christmas

this time of year sometimes ushers in nostalgia…that lamppost with the flickering light bulb…while we are stuck inside in the midst of a snowstorm lasting days. the last wild wind whirled in about six inches of the fine, fluffy stuff, outside my foggy door, while i was sleeping off a Christmas Eve feast of Hershey’s finest.

in the evening of the blessed day, in the fine tradition of my economically depressed descendants, I whipped up a feast of potatoes and baked fish for the fete of the holy night…and sat down to enjoy the sounds of silence, and the occasional settling of the old arthritic house.

it must have been the same in years prior….though their potatoes knew the pungent turf fire, and mine were a mere mixture of the boiled spud and a slathering of butter. fish would have been fresh, while mine were as frozen as a chunk of Antarctica before the scorching heat of an oven made them palatable.

still, a kindred fire burned within my heart. i had walked some of the same earth, through some of the same space, though today i was far from them, and farther from that space.

so…as it was that i was pondering upon these things, the world outside my window settled more softly in my mind. three days stuck inside a house with two bags of frozen fish, several potatoes, and enough orange juice for a shipload of scurvy-mad sailors, is certainly not a disappointment. i had three lights, a row of good books to read, and heat- though not a warm turf fire- in my living room, and a comfortable chair to settle into while waiting for the sun to melt the snows.

sure, i still might prefer the turf fire over my shiny oven. i still might prefer the wait, as i was telling stories of tales of long ago to my loved ones gathered around the fire. i still might prefer the aroma of the iron kettle baking, the peat smoke rising. and i still might even prefer the old wooden chair by the fire…for awhile.

but after a time i would long for the comfortable…for the present, because wherever i am, wherever you are, is always the present, and we belonged to that, no matter how much we think of the past.

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the end of 2020

can i get a choir of non-angelic creatures to sing a chorus celebrating the coming demise of 2020? one more year of this kind of senseless torture…that i cannot imagine. can we just round up the bad actors and send them all to the Romulan Neutral Zone now…

next year, we should just skip January. I mean, who would notice? nobody makes any money in January anyway, unless they are running a ski resort…so why not start with February?

we could start the whole year on Valentine’s Day. Does anybody even remember the first part of February? Most of the time in my neck of the woods, our necks are frozen solid from January 1st to February 13th. We simply cannot move them. When my truck skids on a hockey-rink-thick slick of ice, i simply cannot, will not, turn my neck to see my progress. if I am in a snow bank, that’s grand too because i can always build an igloo…without turning my head. who cares what happens on ice? we have better things to do….like wait for Valentine’s Day.

Then, we could have a Chocolate Friday the weekend after Valentine’s Day. The following Monday could be Reese’s Monday, because…nothing goes better with old melted-down chocolate than peanut butter. With such a kickstart of love, we should be ready to rocket into the “New Year.”

There is precedence for this. Somewhere in the middle of the deep dark Middle Ages, the pope changed the calendar, and gave everyone a jumpstart into the year. Skipping January and part of February would likewise give us an excuse to forget about the plague of insanity birthed in 2020, so we could go back to living Our Best Medieval Life….I mean Our Best Life Now.

But….in order for this to work…we must be in this together. No one can get out of bed in January and early February…except to gorge themselves on ramen noodles to prepare for more hibernation, after “releasing the kraken” to the white porcelain goddess. Since a huge swath of the first world (and the darkest 3rd world) will have endured endless days wearing face masks, no one will be able to smell us until we are released from our quarantine cocoons as dawn arises on Valentine’s Day.

This will also ensure that faithful men everywhere will shower or bathe prior to enjoying the company of their women, as the great New New Year’s Day begins with celebrations of roses, chocolates, and other sweet aromas.

I cannot think of a more appropriate way to say goodbye and good riddance to one of the worst years in the history of the world…

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Meanwhile, clutching the plunger…

This evening, while reading posts, i discovered that i cannot “follow” anyone tonight. not sure if i stepped into a parallel universe, wandered into the wrong safe space, or the Klingons don’t want me joining in any fun. Like poor Rudolph, I have been banished from any Reindeer games…not exactly a festive kind of night.

sure, i could go back to plunging the toilet, or reading my ramen packet ingredients…or torturing the neighborhood with my new tin whistle…but i would really like to give a shout out to the world of wordpress, and encourage my fellow bloggers, by supporting them with a “follow” click.


the plunger upstairs is mighty enticing, since it is a streamlined Ace Hardware 50KHD-150, with 50 times the plunging power of your average plunger. i don’t have to tell you…even if you’re not a plumber…how important it is to have a clean toilet these days, what with all the mystery viruses “projectiling” like no tomorrow…

in the spirit of the age, and in my pseudo-wokeness, i bought another plunger, just to have one to defend myself against political and philosophical crap, to sit in the hallway near the newspaper stand, which seems fitting right about now.

so, while i would really enjoy reading more blog posts…if i cannot “follow” anyone tonight, i may just go back to plunging the upstairs toilet. there have been no available plumbers within 50 miles in this pandemic-infested time, and i have to keep my upper chamber going. Sure, she may be like an old used car, but at least she flushes problems down the drain, when plunged enough. which is more promising than my ability to “follow” my fellow bloggers right now…

PS After a brief interval, I am now able to “follow” my fellow bloggers again.

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Stand Up In Freedom

you were created for living….. not for fear

you were created to be creative….. not to hide inside

you were created in the image of God…. not in the image of a mask.

you are valuable, you are unique, you are more precious than gold or silver

so live like it, cherishing each moment of each day

by standing up for life and standing up in freedom.

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the image in the mirror

when you look in the mirror, who do you see? what do you see?

do you see etched lines? do you see the gravity of mortality?

or…do you see the brightness of youth?

Many years may pass, riding this big blue sphere circling the Sun, and you may have a fine trip, a fine journey….

but… do you know why you are here?

and where you are going?

when i was a child, i looked in the mirror and saw teeth. too big. ears. too big. why do i have big teeth? why do i have big ears?

but this too passes, as the picture in the mirror changes…

but eyes, ears, nose, mouth, face remain. they change slightly, as the seasons of life change, but they remain.

the image is the same.

there are special times in life…in some of our lives…when we encounter a face we saw 30 or 40 years ago. the face still has eyes, ears, nose, mouth, but the seasons have changed. at the heart of the face, in the eyes, we can still recognize the person behind that face….

….and each reflects the Artist who created the image.

“God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created them, male and female He created them.”

So, God created the first man and woman in His own image.

But, He did not stop there. He used the genetic identification of the first man and woman to create their first children…

“When Adam had lived one hundred and thirty years, he became the father of a son in his own likeness, according to his image…”

Seth, Adam’s third son, was created in his likeness, according to his image. If then God created us in His own image, and Adam’s children were created in God’s image, and in the likeness of Adam, then surely you too are created in the image of God.

In the New Testament, The New Covenant, the Bible states that a man should not cover his face with hair, covering that which was made in the image of God. This is a disgrace, the Bible says, because that which was made in the image of God- eyes, nose, mouth, etc.

Likewise, covering most or all of the face with a mask that covers over the image is a disgrace because it is covering that made in the image of God. Our response, as men, to any mask that covers, or hides, much of our face, should be disgust, because it is an affront to God.

At this point I will not discuss what the Bible states about women, other than to say that the Bible has already said that women are created in the image of God. I may, at another time, address the specifics, but because of the need for brevity, I am focusing on men in this post.

If you are in the USA, no one can force you to wear a mask covering much of your face if you adhere to the Word of God as stated in the Bible, and in particular, 1 Corinthians. The Civil Rights Act of 1964, Section 2, Subsection 42, gives you the right to physical access to goods and services because they cannot discriminate against you based on religious convictions.

One of the telltale signs of the coming of the antichrist will be the mark, or sign, of the antichrist, according to Revelation. It is instructive to note in Revelation that this Lawless one will make this mark or sign mandatory for the buying and selling of merchandise. If that does not get your attention by now, check your pulse. Trying to force anyone to wear something so that you can buy or sell is the mark of a system in line or similar to the antichrist. Forcing someone to wear a face covering when the disease or virus kills less than 1% of those who contract it is definitely a sign of someone reflecting Evil, not the God who created them.

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after a day out under ever-changing skies, watching leaves blowing, and gathering…instead of immersing myself in the pleasure of it, instead of embracing the kisses of warm wind, i sit distraught, pained. you would think by now, at my age, that i am roughened and weathered enough not to be so affected. but i am.

while i was reviewing my day, wondering where it went, and how much i had to do tomorrow, i stopped by my favorite you tube channels to find some relaxing music to play in the background while reading my mail. but instead of reading mail, i found a live broadcast from a North Korean living in America.

she calls herself the Voice of North Korea. Listening/watching her break down crying, trying to explain to an audience of people like me… with a warm bed, a roof overhead, and a place to call my own… that North Korean women right now are being sold into slavery in China…has left me stirred yet again.

as people who call ourselves Christians, are we truly aware that we can make a difference in a life like hers? a life that can be rescued? a life that is worth more than all we could give…a life that is as precious to God as the one we are living?

sure, we can pray…but what do we pray? how do we pray? do we pray for wisdom? do we pray for knowledge? sure…but do we pray for a way we can personally make a difference? i hope so.

i don’t know how God will use you to touch the people trapped in slavery. but humbling yourself and asking God what you can do, is a good start. and one i too am making tonight.

while the leaves are changing….outside my window, lives are changing on the other side of the world. join me in praying, not just for Yeonmi Park, but for those North Korean women, particularly in China, being sold into slavery…and speak out against the Communist Chinese regime enabling this.

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