Uncle Donnie's Views from Under the Bus

Hi. I'm Uncle Donnie. My family throws me under the bus regularly. I've decided to prove them all right.

These are my views, opinions and dogma. They don't represent the views of anyone but me. Whaddya gonna do? Leave the gun, take the cannoli. Lean back, drink some chianti, and enjoy my views from under the bus.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Its Not For Me To Say

 Hey Pallies,
Uncle D. has another Mathis tune for you.
Its Not For Me To Say
Its not for me to say, you love me
Its not for me to say you'll always care
Oh, but here for the moment, I can hold you fast
And press your lips to mine, and dream that love will last
As far  as I can see this is  heaven, and speaking just
for me its ours to share
Perhaps the glow of love will grow with every passing
day....or we may never meet again, but then....
Its not for me to say
Kind of in a Mathis mood, you know what  I mean?
Lately its been Mathis, Merlo, and Marinara, capisci mi?
Oh Yeah, and spumoni, right?
 Tiamo
D.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

What Would It Profit A Man If........

"That blessed martyr Bersesius, see what a way he had to heaven for professing
the Christian religion. The persecutors came to him, and because he would not
deny the truth they struck all his body members out of joint; and when they had done that,
 they made wounds in all parts of his body. Then they brought iron combs that had been
sharpened, and so raked them upon his body that had been thus wounded; and when they
had done that, they laid him upon an iron grate, and with instruments of iron opened
those wounds. After that they melted hot burning salt, and strewed it upon those
wounds, and then they came with hot irons and seared him with those. After that they
dragged him by the heels into a dungeon where they prepared sharp shells, and there
he lay and perished."Here is one who went to heaven upon hard terms", you will say.
But God does not call you to do so, but merely to deny yourselves in some base lust,
in some sinful and ungodly way, in something that you may spare as easily as you
would the water out of your shoes, as we used to say."
From The World Is Not Worth A Single Soul, Jeremiah Burroughs.
Humbled,
Uncle Donnie