Book Of Life.

It’s a modest, middle-of-the-road sports car. In its heyday, a hot commodity for the middle class. In its heyday, a fun drive, owing to 50/50 weight distribution and impressive drag coefficient. In its heyday, a fun ride on city streets, county roads and interstate highways, night or day. Well, the fun is basically over. Stuck at a red light at midnight, it’s no fun when a Yukon Denali camps two feet off your back bumper, headlights blazing away, arousing images of a cremation oven. Or when an Expedition presumes that 45 mph in a 45 mph zone isn’t fast enough and decides to encourage you by filling up your rear view mirror with its massive grille. They’re everywhere — Suburban, Tundra, F-150, Escalade, Sequoia, Silverado, Ram, Navigator. You’re a 175 pound scat back surrounded everyday by 240 pound linebackers and 280 pound defensive ends. Basically, you’re dog meat. In your heyday, you had a sweet ride, hearing the special thrum of the rotary,  with thoughts of a twisting open road and clear vistas. Now the only sound you hear is your own strident voice as you routinely hurl the most profanity laced invective this side of the nearest golf course. You know it’s juvenile to curse people you don’t know simply because they enjoy owning and driving giant wheels. But you curse anyway. You curse because too many of them are bullies, like some big kids on the playground who pick on small fry. You curse because you feel like it. And as you let go with an especially rich tirade, a strange thought inches its way between your eloquently delivered G, F, D, S, B and C words, used singly and in rich combinations. How would you feel if you knew your every spoken word were recorded and transcribed onto pages that comprise your Book of Life? Most likely, you’d be a little put out. How put out? Somewhere between horrified and terrified should cover it. Nobody wants to read thousands of his ill-conceived, thoughtless, impatient, angry, bitter, judgmental and stupid utterances. Nobody, that is, except politicians and other celebs whose self image is so exalted, they’re happy to sound off and spout off just to revel in the attention. In fairness, except for Trump, their statements aren’t spontaneous but are just as rehearsed as a stand-up comic who gives three shows a night. Few audiences will ever hear Obama make an unprompted statement. Known for her addictive use of F-Bombs behind the scenes, Hillary offers her adoring fans a practiced grin and practiced talking points. You have it on good authority that her Book of Life will be printed in two volumes — one entitled Queen of Lies. Bernie, on the other hand, doesn’t need talking points since he’s been saying the same things since 1965. You can’t listen to a Sanders delivery without thinking of Frank Costanza (Jerry Stiller)in his most animated Seinfeld performances. His Book will be more like a Manifesto. If Donald were an ordinary Joe, his verbal command would exclude him from getting any job that requires lingual abilities. Billionaires are universally judged by a different standard. He will therefore love his Book no matter what it says he said. But Ted Cruz cares deeply about what he says since he expects one day to deliver his Book of Life in person and read and rejoice in it forever; and given his legal expertise and evangelistic fervor, he very likely, from time to time, will want to have editing privileges. The son of a Postman has accomplished so much, has worked so hard to do the right thing, has reached out so sincerely in a spirit of non partisanship and unification, that his Book might be mistaken for The Little Engine That Could. Meanwhile, nobody on Earth is recording the words of the rank and file. Their words are lost, day by day by day. However, if your Book Of LIfe  happens to exist in the spiritual realm, in another dimension, you must, at any cost, remain mortal well beyond your mortal expectations. You need more  time to write many new chapters, better chapters, more worthy chapters. You must balance the scales. At the very least, you must try. You never know who might read it.

One thought on “Book Of Life.”

  1. Good read Daddyrich. I’ll have to speak my piece of mind the next time we talk 😉 love you!

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