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“Just a Pair Of Trousers”

August 23, 2016 / Miles Alex / 0 Comments

“She grabbed my trousers and angrily told me that there was no way she would let me go, that I just could not walk out and never come back. She had seduced me the night before – sure I had some feelings for her, but I was unprepared to end up in her arms and in her bed overnight after just a casual visit to say hello and to let her know how much I valued her friendship.

“It was a bitterly cold NYC winter morning – but I decided it was better to leave, even without my trousers. As I walked down that Manhattan street clad only in my bikini briefs and a three-quarter jacket, my body trembled in the single-digit temps with the cold wind howling and whipping against it. But I had long ago decided that I would rather lose my trousers than my heart to a vixen.

“A pair of pants can always be replaced…a heart that is lost to the wrong woman can never be fully repaired.”

“Did Ya Just Whistle At Me, Hon?”

August 23, 2016 / Miles Alex / 0 Comments

“I guess there are some things in life that some men will never attain.

“I mean, all my life, I’ve seen lovely women go gaga over all kinds of fellas – except me. I’ve witnessed women sigh then faint at the beach when a dude would flex a muscle. I’ve seen gorgeous women run after guys who step out on a hot summer day clad in their tank tops and jogging pants.

“Whenever I do that, all I end up with is the neighbor’s Doberman chasing me down the street, barking loudly and angrily, while old women shriek in horror and hastily slam windows shut.

“Even on my honeymoon when I thought that at last I’d at least elicit a whistle from my lovely young bride, it was not to be. I entered the bedroom with the bouquet of flowers I’d just brought into the apartment. I did hear a whistle – but she grabbed the roses and asked me if I could turn off the kettle.”….”The Life and Times of Johnny Amazon”

“In The Holy Name Of God?”

August 23, 2016 / Miles Alex / 0 Comments

I cannot lie to myself or to anyone about this disturbing feeling I get when I hear story after story of the gruesome acts committed by evil people in the Mid-East and elsewhere who use a certain religion as a front for their vile actions. There’s a natural tendency to wanna chastise that specific religion – but I’m a fair and just human being – at least, I’d like to think so.

See, upon proper reflection on events in history, I often find horrific examples of barbarism committed against other human beings by adherents of one religion or the other – and Christianity (my own religion) too was used by evil people as a rationale for their savagery against others.

Yes, I am indignant at the acts of terrorists using religion to justify their horror. But I cannot rush out and condemn all adherents of that religion – or even the religion itself.

What I can conclude is that anyone can hold a sacred document in their hands, jump on a rooftop, and cry out to God by any name. God, by any name, is not dishonored by hypocrites, murderers, or deviants using His Holy name. Only the perpetrators are dishonored.

The lesson to be learned from all the chaos in history committed in the name of God is that extremism can occur in any religion, and evil can wear many masks.

The reality of a God of justice, love, compassion, caring, and equity, by definition contradicts all the pseudo images perpetrated by sinister, tormented fanatics – no matter how much they utter his word on their stained and vile lips.

“A Miser”

August 23, 2016 / Miles Alex / 0 Comments

“A miser is a man who, if given a choice between making love to a gorgeous sexy woman or saving a penny, will always go for the latter because all his life the only thing he ever learned to pinch was a penny”…..”Reflections Along The Way”…Miles Alex.

“The Storm”

August 23, 2016 / Miles Alex / 0 Comments

“The storm raged violently outside my window. Trees were swaying at 100 miles per hour, and car windows were being smashed in by sheer force of nature. The rain fell vehemently and angrily as I had never seen before. It was a nightmare. Schools and offices were closed. Bridges, tunnels, public transportation all came to a halt, and thousands were fleeing, reluctantly but hurriedly, finally heeding the mayor’s and governor’s edict to evacuate.

“Yes this was the storm of the century that they had talked about for a week in advance, and I knew that the worse was yet to come after she had done her dirty work and left town. There would be a big cleanup indeed…but eventually the city, the state, the region would get back to normal and it would be business as usual once more. But there would be no healing of the wounds I felt inside.

“My own turmoil could not be so easily healed. She had not only walked out on me when I needed her most. She had, like the hurricane that blew through, left devastation and debris. Unlike the city, though, there would be no cleanup effort. There would be no better tomorrows to look forward to. A heart that is broken does not repair in a day or week or even a year.

“Perhaps it would have been better for me if the monster storm had taken me away too. How could I go on living without the one who had left a tempest in my being after ditching me for another and just walking away as though she and I had never existed as a couple?”