April 2, 2026

The Real Fool

The day after April Fool’s Day or even better, the second day of April. I saw an article about 5 April Fool’s pranks that are not done today and asked how many of them the reader had done. I did one of them, (made crank calls, e.g., asking if they had Prince Albert in the can and if so, let him out), but even that one did not seem to me to be an April Fool’s joke. Of course, some of the reasons that one prank is not done in that manner any longer is because the bots and the spam callers have taken over making the crank calls and hardly anyone has a land line today.
To me, the list was a list of mean things to do to people, e.g., putting shaving cream all over the car. What kind of a prank is that?
I would say the best one I did, and for the record, I did not do many, (I wonder why?), was the time I put a toilet up on a roof of a building that was right in the middle of a large sweeping turn so the school bus had to drive right by it on the way to school with a busload full of students. Now that I think about it, it might have been Halloween, because I don’t remember what the sign said that I stuck in the toilet, but I think I had some type of scarry creature peeking over the lip holding the sign. I had to work pretty hard to pull that one off.
This was in Panama City, FL. That big sweeping curve was the end of the beach area and turned inland towards where the bridge crossed over the waterway and started towards the city. It was often sandy on that curve and if you took the curve on a motorcycle at a high speed, you could easily end up on the ground. During that period, the largest bike I owned was a Triumph 200 cc.
One of my so-called buddie’s big brother had a Harley Sportster. I know he was missing a few screws in the noggin as he would take that curve at 120 miles an hour, which had the footpegs touching the ground. I don’t know what it says about the crew I was with but each of us had to take that trip at least once or you were worse than a girl in a dress with white socks and those black shoes with the strap. Remember, this was the 1950’s and men did not wear dresses.
This was before I knew what Scripture said about men cavorting with other men in the bedroom, but I knew it was not natural and so did everyone else I knew. There may have been someone who had a little sugar in his shoes, but he did not let any of us know it.
Another interesting phenomenon from that period was if you knocked up a girl, you were marrying her. I still remember one of the guys in maybe the 11th grade, who left school because his girl had a swollen belly and they couldn’t hide it any longer. I talked to him before he left for good and remember thinking how great the potential for a messed up group of lives was sitting in front of me. His life, his girl’s life, and the new child’s life, were all dependent on these two kids making something out of nothing, and at that moment, I did not see anything he had in his pocket, or on his person, or in the beat up old car his parents had given him, that was going to remove the large boulders blocking the path he had chosen. And that is a baloney thought that this was an unfortunate accident because they chose this path when they got undressed and explored the forbidden fruit.
I am not able to say I never made any stupid choices when I was trying to learn how to become what I thought a man was in those days. My mother always told me I could leave home any time I wanted, I just couldn’t take anything I hadn’t bought with my own money.
I got me a paper route when I was in 6th grade and started on my first million dollars. I had money at school and could buy all the girls candy at the break. The guys had a regular smoke station under the school house and I kept it stocked with cigars, cigarettes, and chewing tobacco. I was really proud of the choices on the shelves we constructed under there. I have since wondered how we were able to get away with that store we had under the school house.
We had moved to Florida when I started 6th grade. The school system in Colorado was so far ahead, I could almost turn in an empty paper and get an “A”. I discovered it was common to pass students until they were old enough to quit school. I remember the first time I went to the restroom and Mike showed up a few minutes later. He said come on, we are leaving. I said we couldn’t just leave, what would the teacher say? After a few minutes of wrangling back and forth, we left. There was no mention the next day about why I never came back from the bathroom the previous day.
I believe that opened the door for me to take a look at a new life, which I never would have believed available if that teacher would have sent me to the principle’s office that day. While I never made the move up the ladder to committing an actual murder, Mike, the same Mike who lead me astray in the beginning, knifed a guy in a fight, who died on the spot. I think I was in 11th grade at the time. The other guy did not have a knife and did not start the fight. I was not present for that one but knew a few guys who were present on that occasion.
I moved to California for my senior year in high school after quitting school in Panama City, Florida during the first three weeks of my senior year there. I was a connoisseur of alcohol and had been using my fake id for a few years at that time. Because there were not many taking that route instead of the pot and hash route, I did not make too many friends and kind of discontinued the exciting, (at least, I thought it was exciting), life, to a certain extent.
I see a parallel from my early life to the way the stupid DA’s, e.g., Krassner in Philadelphia, help the career criminal of today along his merry path, just as that teacher allowed me to move down the path of possible no return. The words both the teacher and the Soros DA’s are leaving out of their vocabulary include, accountability, punishment, determent, justice, and law-breaker, just to mention a few. If I continue to do wrong and am never held accountable for that wrong, why would I stop? I WON’T! And neither will the criminal that has been arrested 30 times and let out the same day they are arrested.
This fact is as plain as the nose on your face. I guess the problem is only a few can see their nose without looking in the mirror, and then it is only to powder it, not to notice how big it has grown, just as the problem of letting the bad people do what they want with no punishment to make them stop.
I think some of the influential Christians have bought into the idea that we have to love everybody because they are made in the image of God, so we need to just share the gospel with them, get them to say they believe in Jesus, and they will not get arrested that 31st time. And the bonus for them is because they are forgiven, and Jesus paid for their sin, they do not have to pay any reparations. [And I am not talking about the reparations that idiot Jaypal wants to pay all the illegal aliens because we followed the law and sent them packing.]
Jesus paid for our sin to get into heaven, not to keep us from jail. Jesua paid for our sin to allow us to become new people, born again, the old has passed away and the new has come, not to stay the way we were when we accepted His payment on the Cross for our sin. II Cor. 5:17. John 3:16 is only one verse out of a very book. Ephesians 6 is only one chapter from 66 books making up a complete Bible. Someone needs to look up and find out if the Scriptures say anything about a seared conscience. Only a fool takes one verse or one chapter from Scripture and makes it the only criteria for their life here on earth. The same is true for the bleating heart liberal who finds no fault in the criminal’s actions, allowing the criminal to continue on their path of destruction and pain for others.