John Corson's Blog

for July 17, 2021


The heat index in Norfolk, VA hit 110 degrees today! To put it in perspective, if this were, say, Reno, Nevada that had the same temperature as it was today (97 degrees), the heat index would be 97 degrees! The humidity was unbearable today. Every time I took Reggie out to pee I nearly drowned!

We are supposed to have some rain, and a couple of thunder storms later on this evening. And again tomorrow evening with a front moving over us and to the south dropping the temperatures to the upper 70's for Monday! Yeah! A one day reprieve!

When I left off last with evenings blog, Janice and I watched a few episodes of Cheers and watched three this afternoon. I have the theme running through my head.

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.

Wouldn't you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.

You wanna go where people know,
people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.

You wanna go where people know,
people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.

As I watch those episodes I got to thinking about how true it is that just about everyone needs a place to go where they can feel good, appreciated or just made to feel at home and comfortable. To me, it seems, that place might just well be a bar or tavern. The problem with a bar is that you always have people in there who will get snockered and become a problem. I have found that women wanting to meet men in those places have one thing in common. Their rear-ends can fit on a bar stool and they sometimes get stuck in a chair! Why is it that the largest cheeks in town can be found on the women who frequent bars and taverns? When Janice and I go to one of the bars that her brother has his karaoke shows we notice that the women all have that in common. If I were a drunk, I certainly wouldn't be going to bars with all that scenery. It's a big turn off. I would drink alone at home.

Anyway, all of you readers of my blogs out there should know that drinking gets me no where, that I can't get the buzz most people get when they drink and to me it is nothing but a colossal waste of time, energy and especially money. I do drink red wine for my hDL (good cholesterol) and an occasional Lynchburg Lemonade (like I did Thursday night). So what? It only made me cry and be sad.

 Janice and I got up this morning (she at her normal time of 6:30 on Saturdays) and me at 7:15 (which is early for me on Saturdays as I like to sleep, at least, until 8:30). We had to be at church this morning for a "work day." Really, it was a pack up, clean up session in the fellowship hall and kitchen as we are preparing for the workers to start next week tearing out the old kitchen and turning it into the new women's bathroom. Then, the old women's bathroom will be enlarged to become the new men's bathroom. For all those LGBTQIANRMPA+ folks out there, we are not making those bathroom gender neutral, now are we allowing any transgendered women with male plumbing to use the women's facilities, nor the other way around. SUE US! You have to know that there is a test case out there waiting to happen to a church or two or ten and it will come under the "Public accommodations" rule with a spattering of Civil Rights code thrown in for good measure. I like to tell people we are not accommodating anyone and are not allowing anyone other than church members to use our bathrooms. We don't charge to use the building, we don't engage in any form of commerce, so we don't really fall under any law or order. Not yet, anyway. I am sure the LGBTQIANRMPA+ special interests lawyers are busy at their drawing boards trying to figure a way into litigating churches into oblivion as I write.

Sin is sin and doing things with one's body from gender bender to intercourse with animals, dead bodies, same-sex and even with other sex is sin. There! I said it. May all my moderate Baptist pastor friends and my liberal and progressive pastor acquaintances condemn me to hell for believing and saying this. How funny! Most of those folks don't believe in Hell anyway because, after all, they are universalists and believe that if there is a heaven we are all going to be there anyway!

Back to Cheers (if you don't mind). Those lyrics that say:

Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.

The word "sometimes" does apply to me. Sometimes I want to be around people I know and with whom I am confortable. But a lot of times I would rather not be noticed and could care less if no one knew my name. But I can understand the need to be with people who like you, share things in common with you and doesn't judge you for the things you do or the job that you have or the people you associate with.

Take me, for instance. Do you know how many people just shut up and change their language when I come around? "Oh, here is the Preacher. We had better straighten up our language." Do have any idea of what those Snowflake, Progressive, Whiney Baby Leftist Loons say when they see me? "Here is that piece of s**t preacher who is so conservative, so MAGA, so White and Fascistic that he believes two gay men who want to get married are to be turned down."

Sometimes I just don't want people to know who or what I am. I am really a lot like Rush Drummer and lyricist Neil Peart who wrote one of the more popular songs in the early 80's entitled Limelight. Now here are words that apply to me more:

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage

Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact

Living in the Limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem

Those who wish to be
Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can’t pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend

All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage

Keeping in mind that Neil was the drummer and he had to play those skins in "the limelight" he was also an introvert and he didn't participate in the "meet-and-greet" sessions his band mates did. He chose to go off and read a book, do an extra practice session or warm up and drink a shot of Macallan 18 year old double cask scotch.

I live in the limelight, but only on Sunday morning and only for an hour. That is church service. Church meetings of six or seven people or a Bible Study of ten doesn't make me feel that I am in the limelight, especially when I get to sit down with everybody else. The last verse above is especially true to me and to anyone else who has to do, work or perform in front of people and audiences of any size. "All the world's indeed a stage and we are merely players, performers and portrayers." Sometimes, that is what I think I do every Sunday.

And tomorrow is Sunday.

Stay tuned for my Sunday Church report as I will provide my couple of readers with an update on there whereabouts of my wandering flock.

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Blogs are about the blogger. It's as if he or she merely toots their own horns about the things they do, say and love.

My life is boring. I read, I watch Glenn Beck and Mark Levin. I listen to Andrew Wilkow. I engage in some conversation with those who are willing to listen (they being masochistic and enjoy killing themselves with my banter).

I plan on just laying out the things that bother me and the things I love. Nothing in-between. I hope you find whatever I put here amusing.