Yes! There have been times in me life when I lost all cognitivity.
There have been two things, in my Southern upbringing, which
have, invariably, rendered me cognitively deficient. Or as we say,
down here, as dumb as a dead mule. And those two wonderful
things are sex and good pork bar-be-cue.
Once, at an earlier age, I ate a fine bar-be-cue sandwich while
having sex. It was an ab-so-damn-lute disaster. I began to cry
and me voice choked, I could hardly force words from my mouth,
it was as if I were having a religious experience.
Wait a minute! I don't need all this superlative verbiage to
explain the dangers of mixing sex and bar-be-cue. We just had
a fine example of the kind of instantaneous brain-death of which
I speak. I saw it on C-Span. It was Senator Hatch, from Utah,
and he was addressing the Republican J-w Coalition.
All of a sudden, tears came to his eyes. He said, "I love you, I
always loved you, J-ws." Then there it was, brothers and sisters,
that cognitive deficiency, shortness of breath, stammering,
incoherent babblings, total discoloration about the neck and face,
a mystical, far-a-way, religious gaze in his eyeballs, and other
signs of ecstatic behavior, the same, the exact same thing that
happened to me, in me youth, when I mix good sex with great pork
bar-be-cue!
Now, you gonna think that I'm making this up, but I ain't. Hatch
went on and on with his declaration of loyalty to the bastard state
of Israel and then, suddenly, as if the spirit had fallen upon him,
he began to speak in tongues and prophesy.
He said, "If I am elected president, I'll see to it that Jerusalem
remains the undivided and indivisible capitol of UTAH."
He said, "I'm wearing my mezuzah and I've worn it, everyday, for
fifteen years."
Whoa! Me said, this clown is having a sex/bar-be-cue reaction.
You can't wear a mezuzah. Only a doorpost can wear a mezuzah.
I got up close to the TV and looked through me bifocals and I
didn't see no doorpost.
All I saw was a silly old, pandering fool of a man. A deluded
Mormon-Zionist, begging, praying even, for support from a room
full of Khazars.
Khazars, phony J-ws, innocent of any Hebrew DNA, void of any
kinship to the Israelites, pretenders, wanna-be, so-called J-ws,
all smirking their little Ashkenazi smirks at the ignorance of
this imbecilic, parliamentary whore.
I have to tell you, this nation needs another president who is
approved and elected by J-ws about as much as Salt Lake City needs
to become the capitol of Israel or about as much as I need, at me
delicate age, to mix sex and pork bar-be-cue!
Jim Floyd
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