What is your god and you going to do with all of that "new?"

Being an old man affords me some privileges. I have watched changes pass before my eyes. And heard some things too. There was a time when the common rhetoric in our hearing coming from the media and elsewhere was new. Everybody was out to pursue new, as in new world order. New Economic Order. New this new that. 

New sayings of an old man

Wtf. What was the new supposed to replace and why ought to be things worth looking back at. And cry, and compare. And although the new is very evident now, for those of us who have been around for any portion of that time, wow! Since the sixties and seventies, for example, yet, even the young among us can see the changes still happening, way too fast even. Makes one wants to say, stop the world. I wanna get off. Ever heard that one before?
So, while the changes have brought about undeniable benefits, victories and such, one would be foolish, at the very least to think that there have not been casualties along the way. Here are some. As seen through the eyes of a blind man, a fool even, one who can’t see anything at all, or a casual observer might come over and wander around the old campground. Just to hear a few things from someone. One who has been around enough to have been able to see firsthand, a few of those changes, probably.
Seen fathers leave home, and therefore, daughters take off their gown, and everything else own d-dumbed down. And parade themselves before the lens of cameras, in said and worse conditions tomorrow. No big deal, nobody cares nor feel, whose eyes might fall unto said imaginations, -oh the imagery. There will be no consequence, to bother me, at least, none worth wasting a sweat over. And so her sore, poor mother gets more bets, like, more added to the word, that’s for the sword, like "single" for instance, single-mother as was the intent. And she is boasting proud of it, the load. It's an achievement and profit. A badge of honor to covet. And they too, become baby mother, and the governing governor, takes care of them all over, gives them free or low-cost house to be, alive a-live in, and money to syphon "spend" and for the babies too, -the children, money for each, -every one of them, on condition that, that the sperm-donor, sorry, I mean, the man and probable father of said children, owner, of the child and her brother, mi bredrin, or some sometimes, only some of them, those fathers and possible positive influences on them, those children, the younger, even, just get them to stay, so tell say, stay out of the house, same as you’d like to do the mouse, and hence, out of the lives of said children and wives. And “we,” as in, the government, we will give you all the money you want to spent, and go out, and shop for all of the junk, such as you like a slam-dunk, and that will never fill your insatiable appetite, handy spunk. And you must never leave a penny of it overnight. And these women said, yes, so right, this is great, and I said no, wait, and they said, go, it’s late. Pointy finger, Shows me the gate, so. I did Steve, had was to leave. And those children grow, maybe. Or die in the streets, carelessly. Or they might live and survive, to become just mere replacement for the lives, of the aging mother types, and father too, no sperm donors, sorry. Doing more of the same menial, servitude, servant class jobs, working for the man, and his blob, for a paycheck, with the grab, which they then take heck, take to the shopping wreck, mall, and to church, trying to buy self-worth and waste away there and die, and go to heaven’s name, in their nonsense game, I mean in their mindset, same, because they know full well that they were of little or no worth here on earth. What is God going to do with them in heaven? Hmm, and hmming again, good question. To be pondering. While humming, hmm. Hmm. Hmm.

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