Author: picturesassembledfrommemory

by T.S. Deary

The end result of Democracy is mob rule. This what we are seeing on the campuses of Columbia, Tulane and UCLA. What we have witnessed is a mob demanding that their wishes be granted at the expense of the minority. It is no accident that the people supporting this nonsense frequently use the word democracy to characterize our government and this is misleading, dangerous and deliberate.

The United States is a Representative Republic not a Democracy. This means  that the rigths of the minority are protected from the demands of the mob. This means that the Jewish students right to go to class free from threats and violence is protected and should be a priority for law enforcement. The rights of the minority are not protected in a Democracy. The rights of the minority are protected in a Republic.

Certain media types, many of the leaders in Congress, uninformed and entitled college students all love to refer to American Democracy. They love to proclaim that Donald Trump is a threat to Democracy. They are usually emphatic in reminding us peasants that protest is a right under the Constitution. (Indeed it is!) However, it is not legal or moral to insist that a mob be the center of the benefits or to make demands in a violent way at the expense of the minority. These mobs are not innocent Americans exercising a God given right. They are misguided, self important and entitled idiots of the most dangerous k5ind. They are idiots in a large group that thinlk they are entitled to crush anyone who thinks they are wrong. Remember that the next time Nancy Pelosi pontificates on American Democracy. Additionally, remember that these clowns, college students, and alot of outside agitators are championing a group pof people who raped women and beheaded babies.

A key tenet of the U.S. Constitution is that the government it established was to ensure the domestic tranquility. There is no domestic tranquility  when Jewish students are told to stay home because their safety cannot be guaranteed. When rabble rousing, entitled people think that the first amendment allows them to commandeer a university and demand that their demands be met there is not justice, there is no rule of law. When some are allowed ot break the law then the legitimate purpose of our Republican government is shattered. Mob rule is a feature of Democracy and democracy was deliberately not established by the Founders.

T.S. Deary

5/5/24

#Republic

Consider how incredibly stupid the comments from Heidi Przybla are. Consider how this “journalist” has completely and totally missed one of the most essential founding principles of the Republic. This ridiculously off base, wildly misguided and essntaily clueless voice of the Left has no idea of the phliosophy or principles that America was founded upon. Recently, Przybla stated that there are many Americans who believe that rights come from God. This was said with all the disdain this liberal hack could muster. Then, with her barely disguised contempt, she proceeded to remark about how this was some concept thought up to protect men. She argues that rights come from government and the courts. This ignorance is stunning.  This argument is an argument of a clueless person. To be fair, Pryzbla has issued waht has been called an apology. But like everytime a liberal apologizes her words are dripping with reasons as to why she should not be sorry.

First, this statement is the essence of the narcissism ot the modern liberal. To be a modern liberal means holding beliefs that are fundamentally opposed to the moral code of the Judeo-Christain tradition. For most liberals, the highest and most sanctified right any woman has is abortion. They are constantly preaching about the sacred bond between them and control of their own bodies. To them, this is a sacramental right. This sacred blood right is constantly woven into their narrative and defense of democracy. They never stop screaming long enough to become even remotely aware that the life the kill is not their boby, it is the body of a separate and distinct human being. This freedom that they demand from the government is the right to murder an innocent person. Without God, Liberals are free to believe in anything and to demand anything from a government that is secular enpough to go along with it.

Second, I wonder if Prybla has any awareness of a very simple fact? If rights come from courts then courts can take them away. The obvious implication of Prybla’s argument is that “men” will deprive women of their rights if given the chance then courts should “grant” women rights because, men, seek to deprive women. The Left never misses any opportunity to see any issue through the lens of oppression. In this case, of typically blatant stupidity, they leave out the horrible the horrible, slaughter of innocent babies being deprived of their right to life. The only oppression they see is their own. Their ideology is selfish and misguided. The court “granting” rigths is a fundamental flaw in her argument. This flaw is readily evident in the arguments of all who rejec the moral supremacy of God. Without God and the moral law anything is possible, even the slaughter of innocent children in utero.

Third, has Prybla, ever bothered to so much as scan the Declaration of Independence? Probably not. Jefferson is a favorite target of the revisionists on the Left. After all he was a man, a white man, and a slave holder. In the ideology of the Left nothing he said can be tolerated or contemplated. The document that began the watch toward waht would become the Republic clearly states that our rights come dfrom God and the first right is life. Jefferson then states that governments are formed to protect the rigths God has given. Government is the protector, not the giver, of rights. Arguing otherwise is the argumentr of narcissistic, uninformed, woke and ireelevant thinkers who have a problem viewing the world in a rational way. I wonder if Prybla thinks that her rigth to utter such nonsense and stupidity comes from a court? I doubt she has even ever thought about that since she is too busy arguing that the Supreme Court has taken away the right to abortion and not being able to verbalize that it was God who gave the innocents it destroys the right to life.

T. S. Deary

3/6/24 – 5/5/24

#prolife #AmericanRepublic

I walked up to her locked door and whispered my apologies to her. 

Real words, 
from the heart.

She never replied, 
except with the words I have already heard and still hear in my mind...

I don't want to know your name, 
I don't want to play this game, 
I don't want to see your face, 
In my world you have no place...

Those words echoed mentally and off the pictures, 
now slanted on the wall, 
from all the banging and slamming of doors. 

T.S. Deary 
4/26/24 
#apolgy #daughters

Elsa is getting older, 
walking slower, 
wanting to turn around sooner, 
go back home, 
to the comfort of the couch and the cooling air of the ceiling fan.

A few years ago, 
she would pull and try to run, 
anxious to make it to the end of the road, 
smelling the air and barking at cats. 

Now she barely notices them, 
as they lounge on the side of the dirt road. 

Perhaps she is content to let them be because she has realized that they ignore her too?

She knows that she is the queen of the house, 
watching the world go on through the window, 
from her cushioned throne. 

T. Deary 
4/26/24

#dogs #olderdogs

She sang, 
"The Lord is my Shepard...There is nothing I shall want..."

Those words and the melody from the piano, 
filled the sanctuary, 
with the glory of God. 

"The Lord is my Shepard..."

He looks out for and cares for all of us, 
he has numbered the hairs on our heads, 
he heals us with his words, 
his words are the ways of life and truth.

"There is nothing I shall want..."

Even to the point of death, 
no fear of evil will touch me, 
the Lord has spoken, 
all I need comes from him, 
he holds my soul in his hands.

All the shadows, 
cast by the valley of death, 
have been dispelled. 

T. S. Deary 
4/11/24

That morning was humid and windy, 
one of those days when you can smell a storm coming, 
clouds moving across the sky, 
black and grey, 
the color of slate, 
threatening. 

Rainy day, 
blackened sky, 
the wind knocked down a branch by the old brown house, 
breaking a part of the fence, 
scattering the porch cats, 
to a safer spot,
under the house. 

Around noon, 
when the cats were scurrying from the sound of the atmospheric music, 
pounding windows and the metal roof. 

That symphonic sound of thunder, 
displeasing the cats who were once so content to sit on the porch, 
flicking their tails. 

T.S. Deary 
4/11/24 

#cats

When I first met Jesus he said the strangest thing to me...
I told him my name and asked if I could be his disciple, 
looking right at me he said..."The tree is know by its fruit, come, stay with us."
This man, charismatic and strange, 
I was perplexed, not knowing what he meant, I began to watch him closely. 

Jesus kept his circle small, 
always ready to see who walked up to him and who slithered, 
He knew all along where Judas's heart was, 
He knew the taste of that fruit would be bitter. 

I was amazed at the power he had over the people.
So thrilling, 
so charismatic and yet so maddeningly humble, 
Surely there must be more?
I grew troubled. 
I think that Jesus noticed too, 
the growing crowds, 
knowing that I did not understand, 
Jesus knew that what I found in those magnetioc crowds was not what he was looking for. 

(Jesus was a lamb and Judas was a snake.) 

Jesus' followers are blind to what he can do, 
if only he would lsiten to me, 
why cant he see how much he could do if he would only use his power? 
There are people who speak his name and blasphemy in the same sentence! 
He could be King, not just a shepard to the lost. 

Then came the day he entered into Jerusalem riding on a donkey!
Throwing people out of the Temple, 
ignoring the priests, speaking of his Father's house and calling it a den of thieves, 
has he lost his mind? 
I could see the rage and I knew that those who criticized Jesus knew how I felt to.
(they also slithered...) 
Jesus could no longer be ignored, 
the massive crowds adored him, 
he kept on drawing them in. 

Jesus spoke about his hour coming. 
He spoke about being handed over and looked at me when he said it. 
(I could see the shadows behind him and his words blended in with them.) 
Soon his hour would be molded into my coming hour and those shadows grew, 
they followed me and influenced me and made me angry amnd resentful. 
The same way I felt when he allowed that woman to pour that expensive perfume on his head and feet and then told me to leave her alone when I questioned the waste. 

When I went to see the priests I only asked them one question, 
I only asked them what they would give me if I handed him over to them? 
They were delighted and promised to pay me money, 
they promised that they would deal with him fairly and according to the law. 
All along those shadows had grown and were casting over me as if they were hands reaching out to grab me, 
building and building as if it was night. 

The Passover was here and I knew Jesus would eat with is followers and then he would go to Gethsemane, 
it was the perfect spot, 
quiet and away from the crowds, 
those adoring crowds that made me uneasy.

At supper he spoke of danger, 
I am sure he knew! 
He spoke of the Shepard being struck and the sheep being scattered. 
He said all of us would lose faith, 
and that one of us would betray him. 
(the tree is known by its fruit.) 
Once again he startled me with his haunting words, he said,

"What you are going to do, do quickly." 

I left and it was dark. 
The shadows were long and all around and again I had the feeling of being grabbed for, 
faint whispers on the wind, 
a cold touch on the breeze, 
as I hurried to do what I was going to do. 

In the dark I could see Jesus waiting. 
He was standing but in great distress, slumped shoulders and a fear that I had not seen before. 
This was his hour, the hour he kept talking about. 
His hour, 
my hour was also about to begin, 
when I kissed him in greeting he mentioned betrayal and told me that my hour had come, 
the hour of shadows. 

They led him away, roughly and my heart sank, 
I followed at a distance, 
engulfed in my shadows, 
regret was building in my heart and overflowing into my tears, eyes swollen and teeth chattering in shivers with a growing dread. 
I began to feel I had been used, 
picked for this awful crime, 
the blood of Jesus was on my hands. 

Jesus was right, 
this was my hour, 
this hour of shadows, of deciet and underhanded motives, 
I was covered with innocent blood, 
I returned the money to those who gave it to me. 
I threw it all over the ground as they turned away from me. 
The shadows followed me as I made my way to a tree and hanged myself, 
only the shadows remained. 

As the sun rose it cast long shadows all along the ground as I swayed in the breeze, 
around the time that Jesus was being led away the blood draining from his face and body, 
those shadows pulling him further and further away. 

T. S. Deary 
3/20/24 

As I walked out of the house, 
on that Sunday afternoon, 
I noticed the angle of the sun was different, 
less distant, closer, warmer. 

The doorway was beginning to be framed by the pink of  flowers and the white of lilies. 
In my mind I kept repeating that all these things that go away will return again and again. 

I thought of my father and how his broken mind and withered body have passed on and that now he is reborn, 
not just of water and the spirit but into eternal life. 

That glimpse of the coming spring, 
brief, 
only a fraction of the glory that God has prepared for those who wait on him. 

On Ash Wednesday, 
we all made our way over to the sanctuary, 
quiet and solemn, 
remebering the season and what it means, 
prasing God, 
wanting to stay true, 
to see the journey to fruition, 
conscious of how our bodies will fail, 
and aware that our souls belong to God, 
animated by his very breath. 

Remember baptism, 
that ritualized death by water, 
death to old life, 
water and the spirit,
drwoned to sin, the glamour of evil and all of satan's empty promises, 
committed to respond to the endless push and pull of the love of God. 
We prayed and sang hymns, 
asking God to stay near us, 
a guiding light in a world gone crazy. 

"Remember your baptism and remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return."

I remembered mine, 
I remembered those of my children and that old and tainted life I left behind, 
shedding an old coat and being clothed in white. 

I remembered someone I had known long ago, 
I took him to the doctor and he was told that there was nothing more to be done, 
the end is near and soon you will die. 
It felt like the world was coming down on both of us, 
I said nothing but remained by his side, 
the doctor left the room, 
all I could do was ask if there was anything I could do for him?

"Could you take me to the Church? I feel like I need to pray..." 

The Church was quiet that day, 
red flames and white doves, 
light through the stained glass windows, 
reminders of the glory of God, 
seeking absolution and comfort, 
he prayed, 
aware that to dust he would return,
awake and faithful, 
God would retain his soul, 
and that only the part of life that we know will end, 
the part to come will never end. 

T.S. Deary 
3/15/24

When I consider how wrong I was for so long I repent and ask forgiveness.
All along I was only badly pretending, 
thinking that I knew so much, 
actaully I was a fool, 
all these obstacles to connection, 
all those walls that I once proudly built as high as I could. 
never seeing or understanding the pain and strife I caused to those I shut out, 
broken honor, 
reserved for myself alone, 
betrayal of station, 
self infatutation, 
short on thank you, 
heavy on blame, 
blind to all that I was given, 
a traitor to all that he did. 

The narcissism of adolesence, 
the totality of arrogance, 
the inability to see five minutes in front of me, 
knowing all but aware of nothing, 
biting the hand that fed me, 
head all empty and mouth never shut, 
crying for want of nothing, 
blaming the one who made my life possible, 
short on honor, 
heavy on demands,
how he never shut me out I could never understand, 
the door was never locked even though I slammed it so many times.

I had no understanding of anything, 
I had no right to criticize you, 
no right to demand answers.

I never recognized how hard he tried, 
how quickly I dismissed, 
when the time came to step up he always did, 
more often than not I was there to push him away, 
disregarding the obligation to honor and continuing in rebellion, 
never showing grace, 
never understanding until it was too late, 
now I stand before God, 
and in that skeleton room of confession, 
to pour out my soul, 
because of the wrongs I have done, 
to rectify the guilt I carry, 
asking the Lord for mercy, 
begging Him to forgive my arrogance, 
to infuse his memory into my heart that he may rest in peace, 
I take the lessons to heart, 
I hold them close to me and vow to remember, 
to hear God's law, 
to run to repentance, 
moving from darkness to light, 
despite how it all ended I still believe, 
unshakably and without hesitation. 

It was that feeling of being destroyed by sadness, 
watching his evolving madness. 

He does not remember me, 
yesterday seems so far away, 
adolescent rambling and rebellion, 
horizon so far away, 
now, 
sewing his memories back together, 
to save for later, 
what was once so strong, 
those summer days, 
left me thirsty, 
waiting for autumn, 
dreading winter, 
later I remebered, 
when insence filled the air of the sanctuary, 
sadness looming, 
carried along on a windy day, 
to forgotten corridors, 
dusty shelves, 
piled up with scrapbook photographs, 
images of him in his London Fog coat, 
shiny black shoes, 
icy mornings and steaming coffee, 
never spilling a drop as he drove. 

There will be a time when time runs out, 
a time when days will no longer blend into one another, 
time will cease to go forward, 
when old photos will need to be animated, 
and made to speak in the dialogue of memory.


And in remebering we find...
that first to come is a sense of being crushe dby sadness, 
watching him be slowly swallowed by his madness, 
then, later to come is peace, 
in remembering we wait for that solace to increase. 

T. S. Deary 
6/1/23 - 3/20/24

Enter the champion,
the Son of David, 
Light from Light, 
true God from True God, 
consubstantial, 
His kingdom will have no end...
(these words are truth) 

Enter the loser, 
the pastor in the leather jacket, 
ripped jeans, 
darkness from darkness, 
true lover of self from true lover of self, 
his kingdom will crumble, 
and his words will fall away. 

Those who yell and scream the loudest, 
as if they have something important to say, 
as if they are guided by his spirit, 
are the ones who will fade away. 

The ones who point the most fingers, 
in their flashy, shiny, way, 
are the first to fall the farthest, 
the end of all the mental games that they play. 

Acting as if Jesus is just a brand name, 
running across a stage and quoting the Bible, 
so strong and fit, 
so good with words, 
look how he can cry at the drop of a hat, 
look how he can hang with his celebrity freinds! 

Trophy wife, 
fantastic life, 
quote the Bible, 
self to libel. 

You've made his message yours, 
stolen words and twisted, 
likewise to those who listen to you, 
all that flashy style, 
all those lights shining on you, 
all glory to you, 
and to you alone. 

See how he cries at the drop of a hat? 
Skinny jeans and leather jacket, 
preaching, creeping, moving like a cat, 
out of sight from those he controls, 
prowling to fulfill, 
secret drives and passions, 
a liar, one of the best, 
out of control hunger and never full. 

It's the look, 
not the message, 
It's his words, 
not His, 
it's his needs, 
not yours, 
enter the loser, 
the fallen one who will never understand, 
always looking in the mirror and never having the sense to relaize it is only a reflection. 

So whast's the story, 
morning glory? 
Who do you serve? 
With all that nerve, 
the tent has been folded up, 
drinking 
rom that golden cup, 
He has turned his grace form you, 
left behind in your soulless, frozen hue. 

He preaches a fable,
betraying God as he reclines at the table,
his doctrine untrue, 
his church unstable, 
preaching fables, 
truth disabled. 

T.S. Deary 
5/23-3/24