Blog 193 – 12.25.15

I am a great fan of Tom Hanks and many of his movies have really made an impression on me. One of my favorites is a movie that came out several years ago with Tom Hanks, Julia Roberts, and the late Philip Seymour Hoffman called Charlie Wilson’s War. Tom’s character Charlie Wilson is a good ole boy congressman from East Texas that almost single handedly helps the Afghanistan freedom fighters defeat the Russians in the 1970s and early 1980s and if Charlie’s advise to continue support for rebuilding had been followed there might never have been a 9/11 for this country at all.

I love movies with a good story and a good story must have interesting and believable characters. Charlie Wilson was such a true life character. He loved women, he loved to drink, and he loved to party and he did not care who knew it. He was a real person, flaws and all. How refreshing especially in a politician, a profession so full of pretense and putting on your pretty face. Charlie Wilson was no angel but for a whole country of people he became an Angel of God delivering them from the invading empire, like something out of Star Wars.

Like Charlie Wilson I am no Angel. Though not much of a drinker with Doctor Tooth of the Muppets my philosophy is, “There is a party all the time for them that choose.” Any one who knows me know that I love big titties and the women who are so blessed. I have a little shrine of sorts that I take with me in my travels of the beautiful Marilyn Monroe. Though not as busty as Jane Russell or Sophia Loren, Marilyn is a symbol of feminine sexuality and in my book a goddess worthy of worship. And before you Bible thumpers get all excited let me say, “If God made anything better He kept that for Himself.” That was an attempt at comic relief. You see to me God/the Universe is everything and I can worship it all and He is not jealous. Hey, it works for me. If it doesn’t for you that is your problem. For you Calvinists I have already been elected like Charlie Wilson only I don’t have to be re-elected as he did.

Maybe Angels aren’t perfect. Maybe like the song there are Angels Among Us. And just maybe, we, even the not so obvious, are angels too doing our best like The Blues Brothers on a mission from God.

Your friend and fellow traveler,
David White