Another letter from my son!!!
March 29th 2008 15:58
My daughter bought me a motorised wheelchair this week. I've got it in the lounge.
The nurse came around and brought me four chairs. Wooden ones. Does she realise how bony my backside is? I'll have to buy cushions for them.
Sometimes I think my son knows more about life than corporate people. He tends to look at life in all its simplicity. He wrote to me again this week. He rang me twice. I'm so happy he has his life on track. I told God, I refuse to die until you get my son's life back on track. You have to speak to God like you'd speak to a human. That's why God became man. To teach us humans how to go about life. Be honest. Work hard. And thank God for giving us life and the opportunity to go to heaven. And God is such a merciful God, He answered my prayers. I love God. And his Mother Mary. God is extremely wise. He existed from the beginning. He had no need of humans. He created them out of charity. Because he's a giver. Like a mother. And to convince humans that He is not an ogre? He chose his own mother and created her perfect in His workshop. So that even bitter twisted women could relate to a male God. And if they ever had any problems? They could call upon the Mother of God. Someone they could identify with. God may be male but he did actually create females, so He knows a fair bit about our problems. What a shame and pity that modern women don't realise this. And want to be so independent. Independent from God is not a good thing my fellow women. God will protect you if you become a real woman. If you want to be independent slatterns, then don't expect God to help you out on Judgement Day. You'll all wish you'd lived your life differently, the moment you're facing death. Modern thinking is a load of tommy rot.
So, for those of you who are interested, here is what my son wrote to me this week.
I've learnt to cut & paste, so I don't have to type it out!!!
Dear Mum,
You are a wonderful human being. God put you on this earth to be a mother. You have run your race. Finished your course. And come out a winner, because you are a valiant and virtuous woman. You could have been or done anything in this life, but you chose wisdom and virtue over big-noting yourself in the eyes of the world. I admire you immensely for that. You can now go to my God and your God, look Him in the eye and say, "God, I have lived for my family."
What can He Who is Truth itself say? Apart from, "Bernice, I know you have. I have watched your life, and you have done everything I asked of you. Come into the Kingdom of Heaven, my blessed servant."
May God and His holy angels wrap you up in a cloud of happiness when you depart this life. May God wipe all the tears from your eyes and give you an eternity of bliss. May you be in heaven waiting for me.
Please pray for me when you get to heaven. God knows I need your prayers, mum. I'm still struggling.
I'll never not go to work, because that will make you happy. You can go, 'My son works for a living.' But in my spare time, I'm still struggling.
I struggle with my own pride. And the pride of others. I've tried to make friends, but the minute (moment) I tell them the truth as I know it, they never want to hear from me again. They don't realise I haven't written them off. I carry them all around in my heart.
They think they know everything. Well, I'm dumbing down. I have dumbed down. I go to work and pretend I'm a real dumb fuck (sorry about the f word, but people treat me like a moron and it makes me angry, because I've forgotten more than they'll ever learn). So I go to work and people treat me like a moron. So I dumb down. I'm a creative soul mum. I'm a great actor. I can play a dumb fuck. If it means my employer will pay me $1000 / wk? I'll be as dumb as they want me to be. I'm finally liberated. Owe no man nothing? But pay your debts to God? THat's justice.
I see so many people banging on about different things on the net. They need a cause? There is only one cause in life, mum. To save your soul. I'm getting there.
I just have to work out how to find a real woman. And stop using alcohol as a woman substitute. But I''m a man. Beer never nags or critcises me? Beer never chucks a hissy fit. Or says, "Listen to what I'm saying" when I've been listening? And the woman never listens?
Most women are so up themselves, they're in danger of turning inside out. I'll leave them to live their lives of delusion, and live in my own deluded world?
He who has ears to listen, let him listen?
Yep, I'm a happy little Vegemite. Not 100% happy, but 99.9%. That's life. I'd like a good root, but I'll probably have to pay for that. Still, it will be cheaper than having a wife. They suck you dry. All they think about is having a comfortable lifestyle living off your money?
Nup. I'll spend my own money on alcohol and tobacco, and the occasional root with a hooker who won't do my head in? All women are hookers mum.
The nurse came around and brought me four chairs. Wooden ones. Does she realise how bony my backside is? I'll have to buy cushions for them.
Sometimes I think my son knows more about life than corporate people. He tends to look at life in all its simplicity. He wrote to me again this week. He rang me twice. I'm so happy he has his life on track. I told God, I refuse to die until you get my son's life back on track. You have to speak to God like you'd speak to a human. That's why God became man. To teach us humans how to go about life. Be honest. Work hard. And thank God for giving us life and the opportunity to go to heaven. And God is such a merciful God, He answered my prayers. I love God. And his Mother Mary. God is extremely wise. He existed from the beginning. He had no need of humans. He created them out of charity. Because he's a giver. Like a mother. And to convince humans that He is not an ogre? He chose his own mother and created her perfect in His workshop. So that even bitter twisted women could relate to a male God. And if they ever had any problems? They could call upon the Mother of God. Someone they could identify with. God may be male but he did actually create females, so He knows a fair bit about our problems. What a shame and pity that modern women don't realise this. And want to be so independent. Independent from God is not a good thing my fellow women. God will protect you if you become a real woman. If you want to be independent slatterns, then don't expect God to help you out on Judgement Day. You'll all wish you'd lived your life differently, the moment you're facing death. Modern thinking is a load of tommy rot.
So, for those of you who are interested, here is what my son wrote to me this week.
I've learnt to cut & paste, so I don't have to type it out!!!
Dear Mum,
You are a wonderful human being. God put you on this earth to be a mother. You have run your race. Finished your course. And come out a winner, because you are a valiant and virtuous woman. You could have been or done anything in this life, but you chose wisdom and virtue over big-noting yourself in the eyes of the world. I admire you immensely for that. You can now go to my God and your God, look Him in the eye and say, "God, I have lived for my family."
What can He Who is Truth itself say? Apart from, "Bernice, I know you have. I have watched your life, and you have done everything I asked of you. Come into the Kingdom of Heaven, my blessed servant."
May God and His holy angels wrap you up in a cloud of happiness when you depart this life. May God wipe all the tears from your eyes and give you an eternity of bliss. May you be in heaven waiting for me.
Please pray for me when you get to heaven. God knows I need your prayers, mum. I'm still struggling.
I'll never not go to work, because that will make you happy. You can go, 'My son works for a living.' But in my spare time, I'm still struggling.
I struggle with my own pride. And the pride of others. I've tried to make friends, but the minute (moment) I tell them the truth as I know it, they never want to hear from me again. They don't realise I haven't written them off. I carry them all around in my heart.
They think they know everything. Well, I'm dumbing down. I have dumbed down. I go to work and pretend I'm a real dumb fuck (sorry about the f word, but people treat me like a moron and it makes me angry, because I've forgotten more than they'll ever learn). So I go to work and people treat me like a moron. So I dumb down. I'm a creative soul mum. I'm a great actor. I can play a dumb fuck. If it means my employer will pay me $1000 / wk? I'll be as dumb as they want me to be. I'm finally liberated. Owe no man nothing? But pay your debts to God? THat's justice.
I see so many people banging on about different things on the net. They need a cause? There is only one cause in life, mum. To save your soul. I'm getting there.
I just have to work out how to find a real woman. And stop using alcohol as a woman substitute. But I''m a man. Beer never nags or critcises me? Beer never chucks a hissy fit. Or says, "Listen to what I'm saying" when I've been listening? And the woman never listens?
Most women are so up themselves, they're in danger of turning inside out. I'll leave them to live their lives of delusion, and live in my own deluded world?
He who has ears to listen, let him listen?
Yep, I'm a happy little Vegemite. Not 100% happy, but 99.9%. That's life. I'd like a good root, but I'll probably have to pay for that. Still, it will be cheaper than having a wife. They suck you dry. All they think about is having a comfortable lifestyle living off your money?
Nup. I'll spend my own money on alcohol and tobacco, and the occasional root with a hooker who won't do my head in? All women are hookers mum.
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