Bitter Bondage, Cheesecake, and the CMU

Hi Everyone,

    The guys in here made a cheese cake yesterday to commemorate April 20th. It was a bizarre convergence of events. Most obviously, 4/20 is the national weed day, where everyone celebrates that marijuana is slowly being legalized state by state. It’s also the anniversary of Lexington and Concord which started the American Revolutionary War. It’s Hitler’s birthday, the anniversary of Columbine high school, the day of the Oklahoma City Bombing, the day Arch Duke Ferdinand got shot which started WWI, and it was also the Jewish Passover. A lot always seems to happen around April 20th.

    So I found myself invited to have a piece of cheese cake with an animal rights activist, a half-senile former Klansman, and a mixed up young kid from the Bahamas who thinks it’s cool and edgy to pretend like he’s a Nazi. Welcome to the CMU! We ate our cheese cake, which was made of crushed up cookies and cream cheese, and reminisced about the years.

    The Klansman explained that he thought Hitler made it to Argentina alive after WWII. This actually seems plausible. If other Nazis made it there, why not Hitler? It’s not like their defeat caught them by surprise. They knew they were done for. They knew we were coming for them. Maybe so. 

     The animal rights activist made a few snaky and nihilistic comments to disparage the human race in general, and left it at that. He’s more of a doer than a talker, I guess.

    The kid from the Bahamas seemed rather captivated by the Columbine shooting. Again, much like his Nazi fetish, I think this is just an immature attempt to be edgy for the sake of being edgy. He’ll probably grow out of it. The two losers who shot up that school were cowards a weasels. I have pointed this out to him many times. They picked a soft target of helpless innocent kids who couldn’t fight back. They didn’t go shoot up soldiers, or a 2nd Amendment convention, or a police station, or a Sportsman’s Warehouse, or a rodeo full of rough-n-tough cowboys, or some other place where there’d be men who shoot back. They shot up children in a school. How sick is that?  It doesn’t matter if it’s psycho mass shooters, or Jihadi suicide bombers, or a totalitarian government that wants to disarm people; they always seek out vulnerable victims. Bullies never have the courage to live and let live. That would require them to be alone with themselves and face their own shortcomings. Which is far too scary for the bully type. I’ve learned a lot from this experience. And I’ve learned it deep in my bones.

     I looked around at the bars and razor wire and the weirdoes I’m forced to live in this cage with, and I thought about the “bitter bondage” before Mosses led the people out of Egypt on the first Passover. I’m in bitter bondage right now. I’d like to cross the Red Sea on dry land, so to speak. And I certainly miss wandering in the wilderness. Maybe soon. Maybe soon. Keep me in your prayers.

Schaeffer Cox

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