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On my way to the gym I saw a truck called Jesus is the Lord Plumbing. Since I’m in that mode where I’m imagining new horizons, I wondered what I would call a new business of my own. Perhaps it would be For The Love of God and I would be a canine vigilante and go after the same people who threw a Maltese and in another event a German Shepherd into the road from a moving car. I would then put those people in my truck and throw them from my moving vehicle. After all, being a Jew, my love would be tough love much like Solomon’s court.

Or maybe I would go after the kid pornography ring that was recently busted that (pity us) originated in Louisiana (read: fuck us) where the best of the best playing were the clips where the kids were crying as they were being sexually abused. I have so many visions of how my For The Love of God kid vigilante consulting business would work but best to leave that to your imagination because I don’t want to get too graphic in my blog.

How about a political vigilante who would go up to Bobby Jindal who just told a group of Republicans that we (meaning you and me) will not be a European Socialist Country and I would tell him I just got back from Spain where hey, the living ain’t easy but IT SURE AS HELL IS BETTER THAN HERE – because these people still value certain things that elude Americans – down time. They are not racing to become the next anything, they are simply being and taking care of their elderly equally with their young and living their lives in peace. Jindal is in need of some of my For The Love of God wisdom that would go something like this:

Om Asato maa sad-gamaya;
tamaso maa jyotir-ga-maya;
mrtyor-maa amrutam gamaya.
Om Shaantih Shaantih Shaantih.

Which is translated as Look Bobby Jindal, you are an Indian by descent, you have lost your way and you have forgotten that there are centuries of wisdom on which to build your platform but instead you have chosen the shortest distance from point to point – you simply want to be somebody because you don’t believe you are somebody.

O Lord Lead me from the unreal to the real.
Lead me from the darkness to light.
Lead me from death to immortality.
May there be peace, peace, and perfect peace.

Now back to my Solomon’s court, it would be different of course because I am female and in case you missed this in the headlines recently a woman in the Middle East who spurred a lover who then gave her an acid bath was allowed an eye-for-an-eye remediation and was given the acid to drop in her attacker’s eye – but she refused. Because see, women, although we are mighty, are not scary and what we really want to do at the end of the day is make sure our loved ones are happy and healthy and the world is a better place for our children and our parents who raised us and cared for us and know we will all be taken care of till our dying days. So For the Love of God could also be a caravan of gypsies roaming place to place spreading the gospel of one hot meal a day for all, dancing to the music, and telling of stories for the kids and for the adults, gin and tonics.

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