Golgothic

17 May, 2019

There’s a scene in Mission: Impossible – Fallout when Ethan Hunt comes face to face with his ex-wife, Julia.  Except in a dramatic twist, her new husband, a charismatic do-gooding doctor, is also there with her and doesn’t know the history between her and Ethan, so Ethan has to pretend he’s somebody he’s not to protect his cover as an IMF agent, with Julia standing right beside him.  It’s actually a fairly complex scene and an impressive acting sequence by Tom Cruise.  When Julia’s new husband tells Ethan about his and Julia’s life, as doctors that travel from Sudan to Kashmir, etc., Ethan responds perfectly by saying, “it’s quite a full life.”

This whole trip I’ve been thinking about Cruise saying that because when I’m here I feel that.  I feel like doing this work gives me a fulfillment I couldn’t find anywhere else, and that I’m blessed to be here doing it.  And to remove the selfishness from it, I like to think it brings a fulfillment to those we come here to help as well.  

Yesterday was a one off for me, venturing solo into the treacherous concrete jungle that’s San Pedro Sula via CA4 AKA Carretera de la Muerte (Highway of Death) to pick up Lama from the airport. Driving an hour west on CA4 with a mere 5-6 near head-on collisions, two child police army checkpoint search & seize brigades, and one dead body in the road is nothing out of the ordinary in this thresher. A leisurely drive up the turnpike for Super Mario and Minor 69er. Minor eased the anxiety by plugging his iPod into the dash and blasting Cradle of Filth, and W.A.S.P.’s Golgotha.

Alas, Lama arrived safely in one piece, and with all her belongings. She was so beat she missed all the fun on CA4. Ammmmmmm.

The rest of the Motley Crue returned to Teo to continue with the Mooking Mission. The Art of the Mook, we call it. Similar to the manner in which some artists dabble in wood or clay. Or oil. We do that with mook and it is beautiful.

pequeña mook, but sifted to perfection and primed for transport to Marco Francisco
Also sifted, but still sponging
This is the mook of the Morning Star
Girl Power mook –
This is when the mooking fiesta turned into a civil rights movement and all manner of that which is holy was suddenly thrown out to the scavenging anorexic dogs
This is the Statue of David… of mook

Michelangelo’s father was a wealthy man… he had no understanding of the divinity in his son, so he beat him. Viciously bludgeoned his child. No child of his was going to use his hands for a living, so Michelangelo learned not to use his hands. Years later, a visiting prince came into Michelangelo’s studio and found the master staring at a single 18-foot block of marble, and he knew the rumors were true that Michelangelo had come in every day for the past four months, stared at the marble, before leaving to go home and eat dinner. So the Prince asked the obvious, “what are you doing?” And Michelangelo turned around and looked at him and whispered, “Sto lavorando.”
“I’m working.”
Three years later, that block of marble was the Statue of David.

Dimebag, Lama and I spent an hour on the volcano turned Tommy Lee monument saucerhead mushroom pile of mook that would have made Michelangelo smile down on us from above. If he was with the heavenly father before gazing at his marble, he spent the afternoon today marveling at our mook.

Marco Francisco has already given an honorable mention to our withdrawn comrades, but I would like to end by taking a moment to give one more shout out, as they were instrumental in helping us plan this trip and raise the funds for it.  We mentioned in our summary blog from last year’s trip (Blossoms Will Sprout From the Carcass) that 2019 might yield a team minus some of our core.  Kay Hayes AKA: Que Pasa has officially stepped down from this work.  Ascribing now to the Donatist position, she rejects the idea that the sacraments work ex opere operato (“from the work worked”) and the idea that lapsed priests can’t put faith in crisis.  We have told her to read Augustine and get past it but she is stubborn.  She claims she’s finished for good but we won’t stop trying to bring her back with us.  Wanda Sapp AKA: Quanda had a conflicting trip to the Holy Land, and Tom Schardt AKA: Hondo the Magical Musician is still recovering from a post-op.  Our hearts are with all three and it saddens us that they can’t be here with us.  Nevertheless, we know that they are with us in mind and spirit, and that strengthens us.  If any of you three are reading this, know we miss you, but also that we thank you.

Goodnight Federation communication portal readers and informants. Marco Francisco to resume the helm of this propaganda portal forthwith.


B-Rad

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