God made me a warrior, I found my beautiful soul mate, we were gifted with my two treasures in approval, while in a coma due to TBI for 2 long months, I met with Jesus and all my Catholic upbringing came back, I now have a full conservator, but my family will forever be part of me. NEVER FORGET THAT ALL I SAY HERE IS THE PRODUCT OF MY INJURED BRAIN I WAS ASSESSED SEVERAL TIMES TO BE UNABLE TO MANAGE MY MONEY.
Late last
night I realized that in my post about the first agnostic, I kind of said that
it’s normal and fully acceptable to be an atheist, so I went to look for some
of the most famous atheists (Richard Dawkins and Stephen Hawking – see videos and links) BUT right after having done that I
looked for famous people who were convinced believer in a god creator (other than the Popes J) and – to my surprise I learned that not only
A. Einstein, the biggest genius ever existed, who started even the Quantum
theories, that are so current and enticing in these days, but stated publicly
that – as a Jew – he believed in God, but not a personal one, he defined
himself to be a deist more than a believer in God.
I’m going
to try something new now, that’s to put here few links to Hawking,
Dawkins and Einstein, to outline their
positions on God, our creator and I must add that this is a fundamental
decision to make, those who choose to believe, even if no proof of God exists, nor
hasn’t been found in centuries of scientific research and those who don’t for
the exact same reasons I just listed, at the very bottom I'm going to put links to my previous posts where I spoke about Pascal Wager(from my sista in Ventura), who- as a good mathematician - stated that's better to believe in God rather than not, I find it pleasant how plenty of my posts here are in reference to others I wrote in the past.
GOD-DANG!!!
I wanted to buy something interesting about combat and the war in Iraq for my great son, but now
I’m hoping that it’ll be awhile before he comes to pick it up, I must have
watched 6 times already and this is a movie you cannot interrupt to watch it
after you’ve done something else (unless it’s something that’s done in the bathroom J).
Anyway this
is a true story about these marines, what they do, who they fight and how,
including how their actions make them feel and also very much about the way they
feel about having gifted their lives to our country.
This is
really a MUST SEE movie that receives all my
thumbs up (hopefully
no more than 2J) with the bid advice to watch it
with as many friends (or simply people you know) as you can WITH as much beer or alcohol
you can fit in your home (any guess about how much it can be?), the actions, the use of weapons and the
attitude of these soldiers, are just like an injection of caffeine! The first
time I watched – at 3pm – I was awake with my pupils wide open till 3 am. Talk about
sniffing a pound of cocaine…….
However,
watching it, made me feel how much disabled I’ve become and if I add that I’ve
been watching on my Amazon Prime several documentaries about scuba diving (my most beloved sport
that had me become a PADI scuba instructor) in some of the beautiful diving location of
the world, with the sad knowledge that scuba diving is a loss much like all the
other ones, that’s going to live only in my memories of my beautiful past (and defunct already) life that – unless the “impossible”
will happen, they all just remain memories for me while I’m living BUT given that they are what my conscience is made out
of, will create my wonderful afterlife, where I’ll be scuba diving, playing my
grand piano in a beautiful villa in northern Sardinia.
My Michele
once told me to be convinced that I was agnostic (kind of mentioned here several times already) given that I never have something
to do, I made a research about this term and I convinced myself (regardless that nobody
ever mentions it)
that Thomas the apostle was probably the very first agnostic who ever existed
and who was documented.
In fact
he’s the one who, to make sure that the one he was looking at was truly Jesus
Christ, asked to let him put his fingers in the chest wounds of the man
standing in front of him…….just to make sure …..
I’d say
that in my (terribly screwed up)
mind, that’s exactly what happened to me, I mean that while I was raised as a
Catholic, I might have given the impression to need some
objective proof that it was truly Jesus the one whom I made the agreement with
to live again and since my mother told me it to be impossible for me to have met with Jesus, it’s taken some time for me to realize and convince myself to really having done
so, in fact, people in a coma wake up with the most incredible stories and in
addition my very good philosopher friend Iacopo dismissed my story simply saying that's the reflection of what my conscience has retained from having grown up as a
Catholic with all of its teachings, sacraments and experiences (plenty in Italy).
However,
the simple fact that I’ve become almost a theologian, that I’ve been reading the
bible and that I’m very interested in the recent discovery of the Dead Sea scrolls
convince me that while in my coma I must have surely met someone – if not
Jesus – who must have made a very strong impression on me to the point that I’m now
interested in things that I truly thought them to be a complete waste of time,
done by those who have nothing else better to do (i.e. priests).
This
concept actually makes me want to say that it doesn’t matter what
religion you follow, or don’t (Buddhism, Islamism, also if you are an atheist) what counts is that you never hurt anyone
else and that you don’t think yourself to be as infallible as any god is (like I used to).
I believe
to have said it here before that no God you believe in and follow can be offended
if you don’t follow “him only” rather than another one - in other words – Jesus
isn’t going to punish you with eternal hell if you follow Buddha or any other
one, when I read in the news of the big surprise when a Buddhist says – as s/he
comes out of a coma - to have met with Jesus “because Jesus is the only true god”
I smile because it simply means that this person is a Buddhist who surely had
experienced Christianity before the coma. Certainly
NOT because Christianity is the "ONLY RIGHT religion to follow”.
Anyway, now
that I’m a believer of Jesus (I had objective proof) and the religion that Jesus started about
2,000 years ago, I’m just like Thomas
the apostle, NOT because I put my fingers in Jesus’s chest, but simply because
my look on life and what’s really important in it has completely changed and I truly
believe to still have some form of connection with the afterlife because I met people – never seen before – who know me well (??) and can tell me things that
haven’t happened yet, but that in a fairly short time really do happen and very much also because I’ve became a patient person I can wait for something (anything) to happen, no matter when it’ll happen.
I’m fully
aware too of the unimaginable powers of our brain that not only are still
completely unknown, but that we can only use at a very small percentage of its
capacities (too
many percentages were guessedon this topic for me to mention any of them).
Just let me say that I almost died because of the powers of my mentally very strong former employer (GZ) - who was mad for my resignations in the middle of the OR
show - and who had already chosen me to be the next president of his US
subsidiary (which
explains well the reason why I met with Jesus).
But this is
already explained in my posts under the "philosophy" label, so just go there to
understand what I mean when I say this.
I want add
that my making fun of the Vatican, must only be because I really had this
meeting with Jesus. I can still remember well the year I went to Rome (for the Holy year) when my dad (Saint Gianfranco) had our family went through all the steps (specific churches and specific prayers) required to make this celebration fulfilled.
If anyone may
believe that the video Youtube below (my body vs. my brain) had me fucking entertained and/or change my fucking constant
preoccupation about my own fucked up brain and its fucking injury, this one is totally fucking incorrect
and to prove it I publish here how I feel of it and some of what I’ve been
learning (too
many fucking neurologists claim that when somebody has a TBI, it’s impossible to ever
learn anything new….)
I can only say that I’m shocked by the fact that only at the beginning of this
second millennium we are starting to understand how our brain is physically made
(brain
mapping project initiated by Obama costing several millions in tax money = our own money) beside being shocked by our
ignorance in this field, I’m also mad that we have no clue about how to
recreate new neurons when they die, but this gives to me yet another reason (like I needed any other
one…..) to
strengthen my total belief that by reducing the brain inflammation of the
injured brain its plasticity can be reactivated so that the brain can fix
itself (WOW
amazing, just like a broken bone or the skin when it’s bruised or even cut….what
a true miracle!!!) anyway,
rather than putting links to websites to Enbrel or to its perispinal injection
(I
posted them too many times already) I put what a unique miracle is the human brain (regardless if plenty
Darwinians - i.e. my Michele!! - believe
that’s the direct evolution from African monkeys….).
As I always
say, just enjoy my links and Youtubes to learn something new (that I already learned…….dahhhh).
As maybe
too many of my readers here know too well, the number of terrible losses I had
to endure due to TBI is almost too great to start to count, there’s however one
that hurts me very much (way less than losing my family and job, obviously) what I’m showing here in fact is
my very beloved cabinet that used to contain my whiskeys collection (that’s well described
in my connoisseur member profile here on the right) the
mother of my two treasure in fact told me last time I got to see her, that this
entire cabinet including
its content was trashed by my former conservator.
Without
going into any details about how difficult it was to buy these very rare
bottles of the whiskeys directly imported from Ireland and aged already for
several years which makes them pretty expensive and rare too, when I recently
went to a website that gives the monetary value of these very rare and well-aged
these whiskeys I came up with a total
value as of today of at least $7,000 without counting the value of the cabinet
itself, the cost to have it assembled by specialists and the several crystal
glasses special to drink whiskey that came from my country (Venice, most probably) that best makes crystal glasses to
drink all you want and the ones I had were special for whiskey drinking, since
they had come with my parents the last they came to see me I don’t know their
value, but I don’t think that in a store in Santa Barbara special crystal
glasses for whiskey (I had about 20)
would go for less than $250 for them all. If I was to make a sum of the value
of my whiskey cabinet with all of its content I believe that it could be $10K
that added to the $80K that were given to my first conservator means that the
mother of my treasures has thrown away about half a mil. of $$ that – as I’ve already said here - shall
be what my treasures could inherit from me (their fucking disabled father).
Given that
the mother of my two treasures decided (about10
years ago) that she’s
afraid of me and therefore I've been living separated from my family, I can only
see/be with my treasures once a week (on Sundays for a couple of hours) nobody should be surprised if I
feel very lonely and as I do my constant Google searches, this time about loneliness
and TBI victims, I saw that I’m not the only one who suffers from loneliness
because left alone by family and friends.
I think
that my case is a bit worse in the sense that – being Italian – and unable to
work, not only I lost my family that I doubt will ever want me back, but I lost
plenty friends because they all used to be both colleagues or employees at work.
In truth
however, I have the exception of my former VP of sales when I was running the US
subsidiary of a somewhat successful Italian footwear brand/company (that decided to let me
go since I had become too important in that company, but after I left lost 90%
of its US sales) we
have become close friends and he’s made it a point to call me at least once a
week every week, after I had to leave that Italian footwear company he left it
too and became the CEO of an enterprise in the same segment that never took off
(due
to the financial crisis we all fell into), therefore he went to work in Boston for the famous
footwear company based there and is now employed in a very interesting company
where the employees are given the complete freedom to create their own products and market, in other words being unable to have a job has made me lose dozen of
people (both employees, partners and customers) who truly were just like friends to me.
Some of the
links to other websites here below are about the crisis in families when a
component is affected by TBI, I want to add that to me is (if possible) even harder because my infinite
love didn’t want to have children at all to the point that we had to lie to the
priest (deadly sin?) who celebrated our wedding (in a Catholic church) because when he asked the “standard question”: will
you have children? Our agreement was to say yes
and I ultimately had to figure out the way to be “imported” here in the USA
before my love will accept the concept that to have children and raise them isn’t too bad.
I’m hoping
that this explains why I often refer to the family as my
family, and can explain the reason why it hurts me so much to be alone,
without any possibility to be near my children (=my creation).Here are the other websites I found on this:
Everyone knows already that once you are dead being
wealthy, very rich and with a huge amount of cash can at most afford a nice
coffin and funeral party, but once dead it makes no difference whatsoever if
you are rich, it actually can be against you because it all depends on how you
made so much money, how you used it and whom you left it to.
However the
bible readers know well that God made very wealthy some people in the bible,
either with cash or with vast landholdings.
In my case
I want my money to be my inheritance to my two treasures and since I made the
simple sum of the money that my own father gave to me and to the mother of our treasures is about $1mil. I intend to do the same for them. In fact
it just so happens that I have a very good friend and former colleague on the
East Coast who knows very well a neuropsychologist who’s been very close to our
government because he has been working since several months assessing the
plenty soldiers who return home with a blast related TBI.
I spoke at
length by phone with this specialist who told me that he’ll come to Santa
Barbara on vacation soon and that in response
to my request to write a formal assessment about me, he agreed
and told me that he won’t even charge me for it. I’m therefore planning to
sue that loser in Oxnard for $1mil. and to take care in the same way the two
conservators I’ve had this far, who best refund me of each and every dime they
paid themselves using my money for watching over the way I use my money, or this
court will make them pay double the amount of the money they’ve stolen from me and from my two treasures.
Of course –
given that our creator is always willing to forgive everyone - IF my
money will be returned to me, nothing will happen. Then I can
add that I’ve been exchanging emails with someone who is part of the staff of D. Trump who told me that
IF Trump will be president, many of the conservatorship laws will be changed and that's already known that any new president we’ll have, will do the same, given the efforts and the years of work and networking that
the NASGA has been putting in reaching this goal http://nasga-stopguardianabuse.blogspot.com/(this link ishere on the right too).
I realize –
and must apologize – that I haven’t posted my movie reviews here for few weeks,
but since I just watched a movie that’s worth enough for me to review, I feel
that I have to tell you what I think of it.
This is a
movie that – again – tells the story of how great this country is, even if
plenty of the problems that we try to resolve are generated by us. I kind of
like Tom Hanks in the leadership position of captain Phillips, who turns from
the leader (the
captain) to the
victim but what I like the most, he’s rescued by the US navy that has a vessel
nearby and involves nonetheless than the navy seals, who after having tried few
times, in different ways to get a hold of this captain, simultaneously have the
African kidnappers murdered by sharp shooters at the exact same moment.
What a
great celebration of the military strength of the USA, I bet that this movie is
one of Hillary’s favorites, it carbon copies her activity as our foreign
affairs secretary (in addition to senator AND NOW presidential nominee too) in fact every president (or prime minister) of every country she visited had
to listen to her rhetorical speeches about how great the USA are for saving the
entire world (sadly
you too) from your
challenges, both economic and educational (i.e. your future).
But since
this is my movie review of the captain Phillips movie, there’s no reason for me
to comment on its political meaning/message, all the actors chosen are in fact
a very good choice, they fit their characters really well (appropriately) and the viewer can enjoy this
movie very much, aside its “political message”.
In other
words my vote is to watch it a case of Buds in the company of good friends who
can talk about this good movie at its end (unless you are too drunk).
As you probably all know I'm spending many hours looking for the right video to put in my posts, but what nobody can imagine is how much and how hard I laugh when I see a video that can only be the product of a badly injured brain, to give few examples of the depth of idiocy that some videos can go I put here few videos by type and subject:
BRAIN VIDEOS
JUST TOO FUNNY NOT TO PUT HERE
OK, now you are set, you can search Youtube for as long as you want too.
The fact
that I love my children so much that I’d never hesitate for a single fraction
of a second (or
less) to give my
own life in exchange for either one of them both or that I call them “my treasures” and the Italian word for puppies (cuccioli) only gives the shadow of my idea
that they truly are gifted children who given that they are
growing up without
their (only) real dad (regardless that their
mother had attempted to impose on them some loser as “father figure”) it’s no wonder that I must insist
to be able to live with them again, who shall they take as example of the right
way to approach life in general, including advanced education, spouse and what
to do in general while living? Certainly not from someone who lives close to
them (instead
of me).
I must say
that whatever it was that decided to teach me the lesson to be patient, truly
found the only possible way to do so, in fact I’m very sure that eventually (whenever it’ll be right) I know that I’ll not only be
living with them, but I’ll forever remain to be their loving father.
Having to
learn to be patient anyway, has increased (if at all possible) my self-confidence and ability to predict the
future.
I’m
certainly not a clairvoyant but I’ve always found it easy to predict events
simply based on my knowledge of people and previous facts and in this
particular case not only the people are my own children, but I know of our past
like no other else can.
When I did
an internet search about parents with gifted children, much to my surprise I
found very many websites on this matter, but I put here very few to let you
search by yourself whatever you like.
For those
who know me in person, I don’t think that what I say is of any surprise, I was
born with a huge amount of self-confidence that – aside from having constantly been
in a hurry – it’s even increased simply because - like any other person who
experienced N.D.E. - I’m not afraid to die at all.
Like anyone
else I too used to fear death, even if I wasn’t certainly terrified by it in
the sense that my life was worthy enough to be given up in exchange for someone
else whom I loved really very much (i.e. my wife and my two treasures) I wouldn’t have any hesitation to do such
trade, before my practical death in 2005 too.
Now that I
know exactly what happens when we die, I can honestly say that I’m still
here living with all of this pain is for 2 reasons only, therefore I’m going to
keep bugging my readers for at least 30 (or 40?) more years.
As the
title of this post claims my self-confidence is what I was born with and while
it’s been giving me a real advantage in my career and in the sports I used to
practice, it gave me challenges too, because self-confidence can make people
uncomfortable (especially
when weak), two are
the main examples I can give now and the first one is represented by the mother
of my two treasures and the other by my real sister, I can add too that my
self-confidence can affect also those who are (or were) close to me, in fact I can mention a Ventura sista who was affected with my self-confidence by being close to me for several months who she
started her own corporation and is now surely making very good money.
I can
mention my real sister and the mother of both my treasures too as the examples of
people who are overwhelmed by my impressive self-confidence and decided not to
want anything to do with me, therefore they left me rotting here alone for I
don’t know how much longer (certainly too long J).
In doing my
usual Google search on this topic I found that what I was born with can be
increased with exercises at any age, however (as it’s usual for me) I believe that this is a characteristic of
the personality that someone is either born with it or not and therefore can
never acquire with exercise, I’m thinking that this might be also the
reason that explains why so many MD’s refused to see me again, regardless of
their own personal losses.
I found
this great picture while I was looking for a picture of the place in the Garda
lake (near
Verona) where I
went to windsurf with friends for many years both in the spring/summer and in
the very cold winter (sometimes right after having skied for several
hours) this picture
is now the desktop image for me to see when my PC is on but I’m not working
with program, I really like to look at it very much because I feel like I’m the
one who’s windsurfing because I used to be in the exact same position with the
same waist-hook to be able to turn strong wind into speed on the water, in
addition this guy looks a bit like me and the relaxed and pleased look on his
face really makes me feel exactly the same as I felt when I was windsurfing.
I could
write so much about my “adventures” with my friends when I was windsurfing,
that I may need to make a new page in this blog only dedicated to my many years
to windsurf as my sport and beloved activity.
What made
it really great isn’t that it compares to swimming - very individual - when you
swim your buddy can be your enemy too and it’s the chronometer that tells you
how fast you swim and it gives the number of times you swim the distance you’ve
decided to swim.
Windsurfing
instead doesn’t need something like a chronometer to tell you how well you are
doing, it’s your friends who are windsurfing with you who take the place of the
chronometer and you use them to compare how well or how fast you are going,
plus your friends can give you either ideas on something different to do or
something new and challenging to try.
What made
the windsurfing a real passion for me is that:
·I
did it with really great friends who were either classmates or neighbors,
therefore very close to me.
·It
truly challenged us to try to do new and reckless things that scared us very
much while at the same time made us feel like champions (i.e., windsurfing with
-5 C degrees with neoprene gloves and hoods with the sail covered with ice that
falls on you each time you turn). I also remember sleeping entire nights in the car waiting for the
strong wind (named
Peler) that always
starts when the sun raises, at 5 am.
·Then
after having windsurfed for 6 or 7 hours we were going to eat at a place that
only served French fries and whole roasted chickens that one of my good friends
would devour by the pair (he once eat 5 chickens, with 3 servings of French fries that were so
many that you could fill a whole bucket with them).
French
fries in Italy can be served either with ketchup or mayonnaise, this buddy of
mine wanted both at the same time.
You should
have seen his face when he was done! His lips were covered with ketchup and he
had spoonful’s of mayonnaise in his ears, not to mention his hands, covered
with sauces up to the elbows, what made that place a destination for us
windsurfers was that you could eat an enormous amount of food with very little
money i.e. roasted chickens $1.25 each, French fries $2 by the pound $2.75 with
ketchup or mayo. And then the German beer (light in color and alcohol content)
that was $5 for each liter (quart), what
I think (with
terror) is that we
used to drink it by the gallon and then get in the car to drive back home…..
In simple
words this picture is like a key that opens the door to a period of my life (18 to 25 y/o) when I had the greatest fun, no
worries or responsibilities of any kind, full freedom to say and do all I could
think of, one “fixed” girlfriend and too many “female acquaintances” to
remember, to count and give a number, in other words – just like when I came to
Santa Barbara to be the president of TEVA – I was on the top of my world.
Too bad
that a moron knocked me off my peak while I was the Lance Armstrong training to
both relax my mind, keep my body fat low and my muscle tone high, after a day
sitting at my desk in the office.
This
picture, with all of its great memories helps me forget the accident followed
by the 2 months long in a coma, the TBI with all of my losses related to it and
my supreme anger for still (10 years later)
being unable to receive the only treatment that gives me the strong hope that
my brain might return to be plastic and therefore able to repair itself – just
like when a bone is broken, or the skin is cut or scratched.
Anyway I
hope you enjoy the Youtubes I put here too, one of where I always went to
windsurf (Garda
lake in the northern part) and the other of the best ever Hawaiian windsurfer because they truly make me dream of where I came from and what I’m
still about as a man (husband and father).
I always
refer to Michele, either as the mother of my treasures or as my still
wife, simply because – even if our marriage was celebrated in a catholic church
(in
Italy) we had it
done in disparity of beliefs - like she was of some other religion, like i.e.
Buddhist – in truth however the disparity is that while I’m Catholic, she’s a
convinced atheist, so Darwinian that she’s very convinced to come from the
evolution of an African monkey (no comment…).
However,
since we took and passed (she cheated the test)
the catholic course of preparation to getting married with the pastor who married
us, we married in a church in the presence of both our families, therefore not
only God united us but we swore lifelong dedication to each other in the
presence of both of our families and since marriages celebrated in a church in
Italy have legal meaning we were not only
united by God (in
his house) but were
legally united by the Italian law, in addition once we moved to the USA we went
to a government office in MD to have our marriage recognized by the law in the
USA too.
Thinking
about this, we were married 3 times, twice in Italy and once here too, so there’s
nothing to raise the eyebrows when I call Michele “still my wife”.
However,
since the law separated us, that’s what God won’t ever separate, I’m in the
position to want to (legally) marry
Michele again, even if she cheated on me with someone who’ll spend his eternity
in his own hell of regret.
Maybe she’s
right when she says that I only love her because my brain is injured, she
should truly only hope that when I’ll die my universal (cumulative) intelligence won’t make me realize
what a piece of work she’s been since I got injured, without a job, therefore alone.
All I can
see by marrying Michele again is that my two treasures would have their own
real dad again, who can take care and protect them like nobody else can
do and who are the simple reason why Michele will never find any loser
wanting to marry her, my treasures are the carbon copy of me, anyone can see
this from 10 miles away, so what breed of a loser would ever think to propose
to MY wife to marry him AND adopt two Carlo L. at the same time? My (injured) mind can’t figure out how much
longer she needs to realize that she has all to gain if she sees that
I’m giving her the opportunity to not only live carefree again but marry
a true Lingiardi, like me.
I find it
to be almost comic that I’ve almost become a theologian – primarily because of
my unending love for the movie “the da Vinci code” where the council of Nicaea is
mentioned and very much also because I consider it the time when the Catholic
empire agreed to consider some of the recounts about Jesus and his doings among
the Palestinians (Jews) as apocryphal,
simply because Jesus was described like any other real man of his times really
was (i.e.
partying, getting drunk with friends/apostles, making vulgar jokes with them, etc.…).
My guess is
that among those 300+ bishops at the council were some who supported and drove
the church to the Crusades (in order to expand the territorial dominions of the Vatican kingdom).
Bottom line
very little is known about who Jesus was as a real person because those apocryphal
scriptures can only be seen by the pope, I think (but I’m not sure) that they’ve never even been photographed,
therefore they might not exist.
I found so
much material that describes this council that I must give few links to it
because it’s too hard for me to read much, even if my desktop screen is wide
and really good, I’m thinking that I should go to Valencia for a visit with my
genius optician, who specializes in people with the occipital lobe in the brain
when it’s injured and who has been taking care of my sight for several years,
he’s the one who had me use prisms in the lenses of my glasses first, but now I
think to have lost clarity and focus of sight just because of age, therefore I’ll
go to see him hopefully soon.
I must admit that I've got insanely addicted to this movie, and since it's too easy to find what I believe are key parts of it I feel obliged to post here this piece and I strongly advise to buy this movie to keep watching like I've been doing:
I was
recently accused to be a chauvinist by someone who listened to what I was saying regarding the role of women in careers and work environments and that I had
expressed my decision to vote for D. Trump at the upcoming presidential elections.
I therefore
did my usual research about the meaning of a word that I couldn’t remember
unless I could attach it to a visual image – much like I did for the word
agnostic, I just attached to it the image of a lamb that in Italian is named “agnello”
– but since this word is about the same in Italian too -“sciovinista”- I couldn’t
think of a word that may make me remember it.
However, I’m
truly not a chauvinist – even if Italian born with the idea that women are just
a prey that can be owned (through marriage) to provide comfort of all kinds.
My idea of
women in fact is simply based on the objective observation of their role in
society since the beginning of time, in fact:
·How
many women have ever been either presidents or queens of countries?
·How
often are women in the top management of companies?
·How
many (few) years ago could women (even in this country) vote?
And so on, the
examples that show that the entire world is male driven and managed are too
many to mention, I’m sure that my readers can think of cases both in support
and against this theory that men have been in charge of the world since its
beginning.
Now, this
certainly doesn’t want to take away from women the most fundamental role they’ve
had for the same amount of time, tat’s procreation or to bring into the future
everything the parents learn, experience and even dream of.
In simple
words women are as important as men are; even if the roles are different and
this explains my reason to give my vote to D. Trump, rather than H. Clinton, in
fact this country must be run just like it’s a big business using a strong fist
to turn it the way it never should have deviated from and only an aggressive
and boldly fearless president such as D. Trump can be, will put this country
back on its track.
No people I’m
not a chauvinist, I’m a simple observer who sees that man have always been
taking care of women by providing all kinds of comforts, while women have been
gladly receiving such comfort while focusing on the bringing into the future what
mankind is all about.
Shall I be
stoned for what I say? Just remember what Jesus did for the prostitute Mary
Magdalene and before you throw a stone think to
make sure that you did never hurt anyone else before, because if you did, the
stone you throw towards me, will hit your head and it’ll forever hurt.
In early September of last year I posted a story about the movie Pulp Fiction http://lingiaca.blogspot.com/2015/12/pulp-fiction.html as I was going through my collection of DVD movies I saw that I own 2 copies of this movie and I offered to my Brent to have one of my two copies, however I wanted to make sure that it's an appropriate movie to watch for a 17 y/o boy and, in looking at what I had posted about one year ago, I saw that I hadn't included a part of it that I think it's even funnier than those I had put in my older post, on top it says very much about the subtle cultural differences between US and EU citizens, so check it out:
It turns
out that in my never-ending internet browsing I (very accidentally) stumbled upon these 2 statements:
1.IT TAKES LESS THAN
DEATH TO KILL A MAN (Billy Bob Thornton in the
movie Astronaut Farmer)
2. IF A MAN HASN’T FOUND
SOMETHING HE ISN’T READY TO DIE FOR, HE ISN’T FIT TO LIVE(Martin Luther King)
I had published the first one at the end of a previous post but the
second truly describes what I’ve become as a man (husband and father), in fact – very much like many other N.D.E.
survivors – my fear of death is totally gone and I do have my “reason to die”
that’s primarily to re-join the US part of my family (my creation) and achieve my already famous W=W (Walking
equalsWorking).
My only issue with the “passing over” (or die) is the deal I made with the entity I named Jesus, who told me that to
return to living earth means to surely suffer, however I know (as the theologian I’ve
become) that I’ll
be walking my princess to the altar the day she’ll get married (10 or more years, I’m
hoping) I’ll go to
Verona one summer with both of my treasures (where they’ll meet
their plenty Italian relatives and perfect their Italian speaking).
To me (and
to my injured logic)
all of the above, such as being with both of my treasures as they become
adults, living in downtown Santa Barbara and having the confidence that
eventually I’ll overcome my disability and be free again from conservatorship
makes up for any pain and discomfort I have and that I had, however knowing
that our God creator never gives a challenge to someone unless the subject will
surely overcome it, I’m learning to “sit and wait” (Oh
my!!!) with my usual
confidence and without any fear whatsoever to die.
I realize too that I’ve been referring very
often to the “afterdeath”, therefore I promise to give an answer to every
question –by email - you might have, but please read my plenty previous posts
under the philosophy label – (233).
