“You know what the problem is? Sinners are too lazy even to go to confession. That’s why so many of them die!”
So I went around and had a look.
First I dove into the cinematography, to familiarize myself more with the topic. Very enlightening was indeed the film Se7en, although the ultimate sinner in the end wasn’t a lazy bugger at all.
Then I hung around Catholic churches. The most interesting thing I found there, was that most people pass by the place. I asked several people for their opinion, and while some answered Allahu Akbar, Dominus vobiscum, or something of a similar meaning, others were extremely ignorant on the matters of higher faith.
Only when entered a boardroom did I find a knowledgeable guy peeling an onion in the shape of the chair. The chair turned out to be a big sinner, but voodoo turned out not to be an adequate punishment.
All in all, I found very few lazy people out on the road – other than those taking the car to go a quarter-mile – and I found even fewer people coming in for confession.
So was my daddy right?
I don’t think so. You can’t blame a sloth for er… well, for being itself. You can’t blame a termite for his ability to take down the house. It’s not the sins for which the sinners die! It’s not even the sinners alone who die; it’s all of us that die. Death’s just a fact of life, inherent to birth.
So why are they called mortal sins? Just to scare us? I think there’s another reason. I think it’s not because committing them actually kills us, but because committing a mortal sin destroys all our chances to reach true happiness. Have you, for example, ever seen a happy man staying in bed all his life?
Comfortable, such a man surely is, but happiness comes with living a full and fulfilling life. And staying in bed, doing nothing, isn’t the way to get just there.
The solution for this is surprisingly simple: buy chilli peppers. And anyone you see being a lazy cunt, just quickly and quietly put one of them where the sun doesn’t shine. This is even more effective than ants in the pants!
Previously posted on My.Opera, when they still had a blogging service. I’m rerunning the Daddy Said series here; when I feel like, I’ll write a new episode. This one I wrote in 2009; the fifth of the deadly sins.
I had joined wordpress quite a few years ago. It was dormant for a long time, but early 2020 I took a serious shot at reviving it. And I am engulfed by the response and feedback received from other co-bloggers. This place is full of positivity with no standard dogma to express your thoughts. I will like to thank each one of you for your endless love, encouragement and appreciation.
RULES: • Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog. • Answer the 11 questions asked by the one who nominated you. • Nominate 11 bloggers and ask them 11 new questions. • Notify the nominees. • List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award image in your post.
Thank you Sheena Manocha 😇😇 – I am humbled and honored by the fact that that I was nominated for this prestigious award for the first time by Sheena Manocha of The other Aspect. As I state on my Dutch author’s website: ‘I write for my entertainment. And for yours’. It touches me that you are entertained by it!
Sheena has a nice way of putting things into perspective, and quite often in a way you hadn’t thought of yet – but with a sound ring of logical truth to it.
Questions Sheena Manocha asked me.
What are some words or phrases you use most?
Well, I try my best to diversify when I write. Most things I post I reread twice, and if I find that I use the same word too often, I look for other ways to say it… Having said that, something I say often to my students, who can’t leave their smart phones alone, is: “If she can’t wait for you, she isn’t worth it! Now put down your phone, and listen to me.”
2. What do u prefer: blogging or fun chat with friends?
3. Which language you want to learn?
None at the moment. I speak Dutch, English and Thai fluently. I can get by in Germany (though my German is not approaching anything called ‘good’). I’m very poor at learning languages when I’m not around people who don’t speak it to me all the time, so if I were to learn a new language, I’d have to migrate – again. What I’d love to learn for its pronunciation is Xhosa, or another language with clicks in it. Another language I’d like to master, but this time because its structure interests me is Turkish – as it doesn’t only have pre- and suffixes, but also infixes (and many other word forming options none of the languages I speak have). I fear I’ll never learn them, though. I’m not in the mood to migrate.
4. Name a movie which you can relate to? Why?
Tierra. It’s an old movie, and I haven’t seen it in a while. But it’s a lovely depiction of the vile choice between heavenly Love and earthly Love. Which do we go for? Having read the above, you’ll know I’ll have to watch this movie with subtitles; which is a pity, as translations are always wrong.
5. Your favourite cuisine?
6. Which post of my blog do you like the most and why?
The hardest question, as there are a few good ones to chose from. I’m very touched by this one, though.
7. What can totally impress you?
Places and things are irrelevant, it’s moments and people that need to be cherished. Create me a moment, be a special person, and I’m impressed.
8. If you could be teleport then which place it would be?
If this were a regular thing, for me, I’d eliminate my commute. I’d no longer take planes, trains or cars for holidays. If this were a one time thing… I’d not use it, because I’d have no way to get back. If I could do a return trip once, I’d teleport to another earth-like planet, to see if we’re alone – or not.
9. If you could have a super power then what you would be?
I am a teacher. What is your super power?
10. Who is your go to person? How are you related to them?
For fifteen years, I had one. She bore me two children, and then died on me. Last year, I thought I’d found a new one, but that was an illusion. I am floating, right now – my go to place is my pen.
11. Your residing place? Any finest place where you often visit?
The Netherlands, somewhere in the center of that country, but it’s so small, any place is nearby (the shortest car drive out if this country from my home is an hour and a half, the longest 3 hours, if you drive nothing but highways in one direction). I love to visit the river Waal, close to my home, and do so often. Every other year, though, I get to visit my favourite place in the whole world: khao phlai dam.
Brian Langeose of Bonnywood Manor Shaunak of Surreally Jibberish Anushk@ of pillow_thoughts blahblahblahjm of Bits of things that pop into this mind WildHeart of Wild Scared Crazy Tomboysdontcry of some day never comes (he’s not blogged for ages, but I still respect his work!) And finally, yes, I know, I break the rules by not nominating 11, a blogger who I’ve only just started following, but whose writing I like very much: Erroneous Choices of Choices in Error.
Apologies to all the others I follow; I’m picky at what I read, and even pickier at what I enjoy.
My questions to the nominees
As I’ve only nominated 7, I’ll stick to 7 questions…
What is your favourite post on your own blog, and why?
What is wrong with you; why do you like spiders (if you’ve seen my posts from the beginning of the year, I know I am sick, but why you? This, of course, is tongue in cheek) or my narrow minded daddy? In other words – which series that I have posted appeals to you most?
Poetry or prose? Elaborate.
Blogs or books? Or both? And if both, in what setting do you prefer which?
What is your favourite piece of word art you’ve ever laid eyes on (be it a book, a poem, or anything else artistic comprised of words)? Link please!
What do you slow down for? What do you cancel all stressful things in life for?
“You know what the problem is? If I don’t have what you have, it makes me less of a man. That’s why I need to have everything…”
So I went to my neighbours and had a look.
Turns out, many of the things I have in my home, my neighbours have too! A TV, a tablet, a car, and guess what, they also had a bed! Not to mention the telephone, the table, a pile of books and some pictures on the wall. Then I explored their garden, and found several plants I didn’t have. One of them was a plant which the neighbour claimed was a natural amphetamine, something I thought would be a good idea to have in my garden too!
Then I thought I’d do a little experiment. I told them I’d just won the lottery, and so much money was way too much for me alone, so I thought of sharing it with them. If they’d be interested…
Instantly the groveling started. Shooore they were interested! And they’d do lots for it. When I asked them what they were thinking of doing with the money, they revealed plans to retire. Stash the money and live off the interest. This surprised me…
So was my daddy right?
I don’t think so. You can’t blame a giraffe for its long neck! You can’t blame a chameleon for changing its colours! Looking like we’re less than the neighbours isn’t the reason for our avarice. We’re not after the things our neighbours have, we’re after money.
Then I wondered if the acquisitiveness stops with having enough to retire, like it seemed to be with my neighbours. It didn’t take me long to realise that that isn’t the case. Many people keep on gathering, beyond usefulness, beyond any limits of reason. And one look at how our capitalist society works, showed me why.
Wealth brings perceived freedom. What is more, wealth brings power. The more we have, the more people bend to our wishes, and the feeling of power is a deliciously addictive one; if corrupting.
Ridding the world of avarice, is simple: detach power from money. I’m not calling for socialism. That is perhaps the furthest humans can develop themselves away from the animal kingdom, it is unnatural, and therefore as of yet unattainable. No species takes care of the weak.
No, just make money a unit for goods, and not for effort. Effort can only be repaid by effort; you do something for me, I do something for you. This way money can no longer hold power over individuals, and thus soon our desire for it will diminish.
Previously posted on My.Opera, when they still had a blogging service. I’m rerunning the Daddy Said series here; when I feel like, I’ll write a new episode. This one I wrote in 2009; the fourth of the deadly sins.
“You know what the problem is? I’m too darn hungry to think. That’s why there’s never enough!”
So I bought him a mirror, and let him look.
When my daddy was young, he was strikingly handsome; something that probably has some relationship to the cause for my existence, but that’s a whole other story. Now he’s large, going on obese. And the reason is simple: there isn’t a kitchen in the world which he doesn’t like.
Together, we’ve been around the world. No matter where we went, he always found something nice in the food.
When certain curries looked predigested, he took to them like there was no tomorrow. Turns out there was, but that was the day to try deep fried cockroaches, or were they grasshoppers? Elsewhere we were fed boiled sheep trotters. The mere thought of where they’d been made me gag. So did he, I thought, but it was on the lump of fat that got stuck in his throat. The most ironic meal we ever had together, was stuffed stomach.
On all those journeys, on all those days where the single purpose was to find a decent place to dine, I never heard him complain about hunger. Only now that he doesn’t travel any longer, because he’s too stingy to buy two plane tickets, he says he is.
So was my daddy right?
I don’t think so. You can’t blame a wolf for his consumption manners! You can’t blame a lizard for eating little! It’s not hunger that drives us to obesity. My daddy got big, for the same reason a dog licks his balls. Or perhaps as a misplaced tribute to the goddess Adephagia.
Now that it’s probably to late for me to come to the rescue, I’ve discovered a very simple way for us outsiders, to keep our dear friends and family from over indulging. While you can make a dog stop licking his balls through castration, the approach with humans needs a little more subtlety.
All it takes is a big box of stink bombs, always at the ready. When desert becomes overdue, and the seventh or so course still has our dinner partner gobbling down more, simply break one or two vials, and throw them on the next dish. This is best done while the waiter carries it in, and you are on your way to the toilet. Not only will the stink prevent any further eating, the subsequent glass in the dish will most likely provide you with a free meal!
Previously posted on My.Opera, when they still had a blogging service. I’m rerunning the Daddy Said series here; when I feel like, I’ll write a new episode. This one I wrote in 2009; the third of the deadly sins.
“You know what the problem is? When wife becomes mother she sags. That’s why daddy sticks it in anyone else.”
So I went out and had a look.
Living in Thailand didn’t make it hard to find places of fornication, and I found many men with a wedding ring frequenting these places. Inside the more upmarket places, the girls were amazing. Slim, young, beautiful and as service oriented as #Six once was; just how any man wants his pleasure served. The men frequenting these places, were always rich, and when asked after their spouses, most of them produced pictures of truly stunning women, albeit slightly older than the slags in front of them.
In the more budget zones, where sin doesn’t only happen during the proper hours of the night, many of the girls available were young and willing too, but some were ass sagging as my father suggested. Also here many a married man showed up. These men were more reluctant to show pictures of their wives; most didn’t carry any, excusing themselves with ‘you wouldn’t want to see her anyway’. Surprisingly enough, most of them could afford the upmarket places.
So was my daddy right?
I don’t think so. You can’t blame a dog for nailing every bitch he can sniff up to! You can’t blame penguins for marrying! Men don’t sleep around because their wives aren’t willing or no longer pretty. Nor do they appear particularly proud of some of their out of home activities. They do it for an eternal desire for something different; something mysterious.
To stop men from hunting out the door for the satisfaction of their carnal cravings, we don’t have to resort to extravagant role plays, as it may very well disappoint. No, it’s much easier to keep a man from sleeping away from home.
In the beginning, it isn’t so hard, as the wife still has unknown nooks, and there’s enough mystery to be had there. But soon enough, other mysteries have to show up at home, otherwise the reason to come home becomes weaker and weaker. Wives in Thailand know some drastic measures, but less painful is just hiring a new maid every once in a while. Especially a young and pretty maid will do wonders. Now, instead of sleeping out the door, the husband has a great reason to come home: a maid with her own bedroom and queen sized bed…
Previously posted on My.Opera, when they still had a blogging service. I’m rerunning the Daddy Said series here; when I feel like, I’ll write a new episode. This one I wrote in 2009; the second of the deadly sins.