I hate it when people call and don’t leave a message.  In fact, the practice is so despicable that it often leads to me putting you on the list of people whose future calls I will definitely ignore.  Yes, it pisses me off that much.  Calling without leaving a message, you see, indicates you were wasting my time in the first place.  It also indicates you do not respect me or my life as you intentionally planned to reset my priorities when you called (otherwise, you would have left a fucking message).  Again, that really makes me angry.  Are you reading this, Becky?

I have no intention of doing anything for a preacher man or a priest or any other religious figure.  I’ve been burned too many times by such charlatans.  At this point in my life, it is they who have something to prove to me, not the other way around.  I’m tired of the hate-filled drivel, the deception, the lies, the bigotry, the hypocrisy, and on and on it goes.  Ask Mom.  Hell, ask my brothers.  Our whole family got screwed by a Pentecostal preacher who decided it was time to take out his worldly aggression on our family.  Pitiful.  And he then got divorced, lost his church, lost his home, and a great many other cosmic justices.  No, I refuse to do a damned thing for any man of the cloth regardless of his faith or history.  Add to that my being a target for their religious fundamentalist war.  I’m not trying to stop them from getting married, or adopting children, or owning a home, or being able to visit their loved ones in the hospital, or make medical decisions, or whatever.  They’re the idiots attacking me.  It is this evil bunch of harpies who must show me that they are worthy of my time and effort.  Again, are you reading this, Becky?  And Fred?  It’s not gonna happen.