Asshole by Nature

Last week we took my mother-in-law in for preliminary tests related to a small cancerous mass recently found in her right lung.


As we searched for open seats in the waiting area of the cardiopulmonary wing, we picked our way through pale people wearing oxygen masks, patients attached to IV drips of chemo and other drugs, women with shaved heads, and a skeletal elderly man toting an insulated lunch bag stuffed with that day's medicine.


When we sat down near the television, an anchor on Fox News was reporting that football star Brett Favre was in hot water for allegedly sending lewd pictures of himself to a female sports reporter.  


"Wouldn't be a problem if there wasn't no female reporters," drawled a voice from behind me.


I turned slightly to see a lanky, stubbly-faced, middle-aged man with a brown mustache and work boots.  He leaned back in his chair and continued his monologue.


"Whadduz she think is gonna happen, walkin' around lookin' like that?  She done shown all her stuff to the world in Playboy an she gonna get all upset cuz a guy sends her a picture of himself?  Gimme a break!  That's what she gets fer walkin' around in a locker room with all them boys in their towels an' stuff..."


His speech was interrupted when the nurse called a name--his or a family member's--and he stepped around IV poles and over patients' feet on his way to the back.


Across from us, a bearded man with ripped blue jeans and a black Harley Davidson T-shirt sat quietly beside his gray-haired mother, playing dejectedly with one of the rivets on the side of her wheeled oxygen tank.  A huge tattoo was scrawled across his muscled forearm:  "Asshole by Nature."




    

What they neglect to mention. At all. Ever.

It all started rather recently, in terms of history, and like so many other cults--it all started with a man.  Not a prophet.  Not a chosen one.  Not a deity or the son of a deity.  Just some guy.

Charles Taze Russell - Founder of what would later be called the Jehovah's Witnesses

The one danger the Watchtower neglected to mention...

Smurfette sitting upon a wild dangerous beast.

Smurfette rocks that beast WAY better than Babs the Great ever did!