Out of the mouth of babes

This is a story that a five-year old French boy told me... in English.

"Do you know the juifs?" He asked me. Juif is French for Jew.
"Yes" I said.
"The juifs were in prison."
"I know," I replied, "but it wasn't because they did something wrong, it was because the leaders of the government made a bad choice."
Then he told me this story. "The daddy of Mamina (Mamina is his grandma) was a... a juif. And he was in prison but then someone said to him, come come, and he goed and he... um... escaped from prison. That's good huh."
"Yep, pretty good." I affirmed.
And then he added as an after thought. "But now he's dead anyway."

You are a wise, wise man young squire.

Reason to Survive

I haven't seen or heard from you in over ninety days.
You're in some other U.S. city, in some other U.S. state.
My feet are getting tired and it's getting kind of late.

So why am I still here? Why did I come, and why am I still here?

The church is filled with people so I'm standing in the back.
We try to ignore the sermon. Just another midnight mass.
Merry Christmas, you're all sinners. What else is there to add.

So why are we all here? Why did we come, and why are we all here?

The answer gently pricks me like a spear wound in my side.
We have all come searching for some reason to survive.
But it's been over ninety days since I have seen or heard from mine...




...So why am I still here?

Post-modernism

I google imaged searched "google image search"



I was disappointed that I couldn't find any pictures of actual google image searches so I just took a screen shot.