My father was extremely intelligent. Usually one of the smartest people in the room. He predicted Dick Cheney’s imminent demise shortly after he’d had some rather dramatic heart surgery. “That’s one of the last things they do.” He said. “You spend a year to 18 months clinging to life before your body just gives up.”
He would go on to retire, enjoy several years of retirement, come down with an extremely rare progressive disease, go through enough testing to get successfully diagnosed, go through treatment, and unfortunately pass away.
He could have done all that twice since Dick Cheney got that fucking heart surgery. My dad was a good, if flawed man, and that genocidal mother fucker is the one still drawing breath.
My dad was a devout Christian. Really into it. Way more defensible than an average American Christian. You should have seen how many people prayed for his recovery when he was sick. Dead at 58. Didn’t see any of his children get married, nor any of his grand kids, which he would have really loved and they would have benefited from.
He would have been blown away by a 1TB thumb drive for 100 dollars (he was nerd like me). I miss him.
My father was extremely intelligent. Usually one of the smartest people in the room. He predicted Dick Cheney’s imminent demise shortly after he’d had some rather dramatic heart surgery. “That’s one of the last things they do.” He said. “You spend a year to 18 months clinging to life before your body just gives up.”
He would go on to retire, enjoy several years of retirement, come down with an extremely rare progressive disease, go through enough testing to get successfully diagnosed, go through treatment, and unfortunately pass away.
He could have done all that twice since Dick Cheney got that fucking heart surgery. My dad was a good, if flawed man, and that genocidal mother fucker is the one still drawing breath.
If God is real, he is not good.
If he is good, he is not real.
My dad was a devout Christian. Really into it. Way more defensible than an average American Christian. You should have seen how many people prayed for his recovery when he was sick. Dead at 58. Didn’t see any of his children get married, nor any of his grand kids, which he would have really loved and they would have benefited from.
He would have been blown away by a 1TB thumb drive for 100 dollars (he was nerd like me). I miss him.
The god he believed in certainly isn’t real.